User blog comment:Guildmaster Grovyle/JLE Role Play, Summer 2016/@comment-27161581-20160827040741

The janitor raises a radio to his lips.

Zero: "Negative. Bag her and go."

One's eyes go from concern to filled with anger.

One: "You lying sack of glue. Hold her for me."

Two drags Jane out from the bar, and One begins to pummel the orchid hued mare.