Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-25588272-20150827121553/@comment-64.82.204.2-20150901153538


 * Phil finally notices the sound of advancing animatronics... he maintains a stern facial expression, slowly reaching into a toolbox lying on the floor next to his chair.*

Alright... I'm not playing anymore games tonight... you've gone and made of mess that I have to clean up tomorrow, and you're personally giving me trouble...


 * He sets the wrench down on the top of his desk with a dull thud and a slight ring echoing throughout the otherwise silent office.*

I don't mean to be harsh... but maybe, just maybe... I'm going to have to establish just who's calling the shots around here.