Nov 9, 2021
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Fallece a los 89 años Manuel “Lillo” Lamar, creador de Matojo - Asere Noticias
Fallece a los 89 años Manuel “Lillo” Lamar, creador de Matojo – Asere Noticias
Lillo fue responsable de dar vida a “Patricia”, “Sapito Pérez”, “Chicho Durañón, “Titina” y una veintena de otros personajes
Origen: Fallece a los 89 años Manuel “Lillo” Lamar, creador de Matojo – Asere Noticias.
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Transmitted From a Public Terminal on Coruscant
Sent to matojobearsall‘s Jedi Matojo:
Dad - need help, meet me on Balmorra, bug town cantina, don’t respond, just meet me there in two days with handcuffs and just roll with it. Don’t come alone or unarmed.
-*ERROR SENDER UNAVAILABLE*
GOOD MORNING, BABY (( Nath obvs., uh. Whoever of mine you can remember/vaguely familiar with))
The worgen looked extremely confused as he stared at a very…chipper Matojo in his bed. What in the hell was going on? Who in the hell was this troll? Was he drunk? He had to be. No troll in their right mind would’ve climbed into this house and, good lord, did he pick the wrong place to crash for the night.
Sniff sniff. Natharai made a bit of a face as the stench of rum, overlayed with his other natural stink, finally registered with him. It was a combination of two smells no one ever wanted or asked for – yet here it was in his face.
"…Alright. I am going to make this as clear as possible for your rum-addled brain to handle," Natharai growled lowly. "My husband eats trolls. I would prefer it if he did not find you up here so…” He gestured lamely towards a window. “I would get moving – and be smart about it.”
Plus if Aren made a mess of things here the smell would last for weeks.
Matojo, to Qeren: "I won't eat you."
"Well. I guess there’s that." She muttered with a bitter little smile as she finally closed her eyes.