Left Hook, Plot Hook

[Gold]

There was a knock at the door, fast and angry.
I put down the poorly-written tabloid, and shuffled into the hallway; adjusting my dressing-gown for modesty. Without a word, I undid the bolt and pulled the door open - and violently jerked backwards to avoid the fist that was still pounding away, now at empty air.
Mooman says (2:17 PM):
сделайте чего вы хотите потому что пират свободен
Vanilla Ice - If you choose not to decide, you still have made a choice. says (2:17 PM):
It was him, as I expected. No big deal, we'd been through this before.
"Hey there!" I said, with a forced smile; suddenly wishing I was dressed in something less casual. "How has your day been?" He stormed straight past me, and didn't even bother to look around.
"Goddamn boring and dehydrating."
Vanilla Ice - If you choose not to decide, you still have made a choice. says (2:18 PM):
I could hear him stomp out of the hallway into the kitchen. "So have you got anything to drink, or what? I'm dying here." Shutting the door, I pursued him into the back. The fridge door was already open, and he was rooting through its contents.
He chose a carton of juice, and begin to chug directly from it - though he then realised that it was unsweetened grapefruit juice, and promptly spat it back out again.
I really should stop answering the front door.
-kaia-anthony- [Roses have thorns, and silver fountains mud][perspective],-:~*~:-,. "Welcome to hell, my dear." ó.Ø says (2:18 PM):
O.o
-kaia-anthony- [Roses have thorns, and silver fountains mud][perspective],-:~*~:-,. "Welcome to hell, my dear." ó.Ø says (2:19 PM):
......What the hell you going on about?
Vanilla Ice - If you choose not to decide, you still have made a choice. says (2:19 PM):
Hm?
Oh sorry, wrong window.
-kaia-anthony- [Roses have thorns, and silver fountains mud][perspective],-:~*~:-,. "Welcome to hell, my dear." ó.Ø says (2:20 PM):
.................................WUt????
Vanilla Ice - If you choose not to decide, you still have made a choice. says (2:20 PM):
What?
-kaia-anthony- [Roses have thorns, and silver fountains mud][perspective],-:~*~:-,. "Welcome to hell, my dear." ó.Ø says (2:21 PM):
.....
I lost the game
Vanilla Ice - If you choose not to decide, you still have made a choice. says (2:21 PM):
kranke Scheiße‎
-kaia-anthony- [Roses have thorns, and silver fountains mud][perspective],-:~*~:-,. "Welcome to hell, my dear." ó.Ø says (2:24 PM):
I'm just not gonna bother talking anymore..

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Vanilla Ice - If you choose not to decide, you still have made a choice. says (2:20 PM):
There was a knock at the door, fast and angry.

I put down the poorly-written tabloid, and shuffled into the hallway; adjusting my dressing-gown for modesty. Without a word, I undid the bolt and pulled the door open - and violently jerked backwards to avoid the fist that was still pounding away, now at empty air.
It was him, as I expected. No big deal, we'd been through this before.
"Hey there!" I said, with a forced smile; suddenly wishing I was dressed in something less casual. "How has your day been?" He stormed straight past me, and didn't even bother to look around.

"Goddamn boring and dehydrating."
I could hear him stomp out of the hallway into the kitchen. "So have you got anything to drink, or what? I'm dying here." Shutting the door, I pursued him into the back. The fridge door was already open, and he was rooting through its contents.

He chose a carton of juice, and begin to chug directly from it - though he then realised that it was unsweetened grapefruit juice, and promptly spat it ba
Will says (2:20 PM):
what
*?
Vanilla Ice - If you choose not to decide, you still have made a choice. says (2:20 PM):
uice, and promptly spat it back out again.

I really should stop answering the front door.
Will says (2:21 PM):
sounds like you should be a writer