Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-33528506-20180922144403/@comment-33528506-20181014152944

"OOH, slingin' mud, are we? Suit yourself... they won't be here until tomorrow night." *Fred gets back onto his stage, and grabs a small sharpening stone. The battle had dulled his knives a little* "You're stuck here with me, and every other animatronic down here... so... heh, good luck."