[Suck his dick, Rush! Dmitri is in the music room and has somehow managed to configure three drum kits into one massive set. The sticks in his hand are flying so fast you'd have to have eagle eyes to see which piece he's striking. Smashing the snare, he sends the tumbler he'd balanced on it (full of that sweet, sweet pop) airborne. Dropping one stick, Dmitri snatches the glass mid-flight and downs its contents, not a drop spilled.]
Thank you! [he shouts to no one in particular] Thank you!
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Date: 2013-05-07 02:30 pm (UTC)Thank you! [he shouts to no one in particular] Thank you!