// I'M OUT. NOPE. DONE. *books it the hell outta there*

// Uh...

// Don't make me come down there, Leng

*Shepard decides to head down to the CIC to check messages* #OpenRP

*after checking his emails, he stares at the galaxy map* #StillOpenRP

// *hero pose*

// Come at me bro.

Of Miri or FemShep? Because if it's Miri, I can provide much more

Oh SNAAAP

War of the sexes? Team ShepLeng vs Team MiriCoop This is totally happening

What's the matter, Leng? Not enough phantoms to call? Gunship out of gas?

We'll see Leng-O. We'll see.

That could be a brand of cereal. LENG-Os. DELICIOUS SWORD SHAPED CEREAL BITES WITH MARSHMALLOW LENGS!!

Miranda and I think just alike.

Put the sword in a crossbow and shoot it at people maybe?

WELP, the mop is on deck 3. I ain't cleaning dat shit up

Leng is taking notes right now. In a little samari notebook. Making sure to remember these for his evil plots.

// Duly noted. Samarai is incorrect. Ninja?

// *flips table* I should go.

All RPs Writer is passing out If disappears Fell asleep Will continue RPs ASAP