[Gets up from the couch, and pushes the coffee table back, along with the carpet it's resting on. There's a trap door underneath it with a code. After a few seconds of pressing buttons, it pops open and he sticks his head inside.]
Heh, I stand corrected. It's all gone, besides a pair of my binoculars and I'm willing to bed my computer doesn't work.
[Slams the door shut.]
Fucking Admiral needs to stay the hell away from my belongings.
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Date: 2012-12-01 02:21 am (UTC)Heh, I stand corrected. It's all gone, besides a pair of my binoculars and I'm willing to bed my computer doesn't work.
[Slams the door shut.]
Fucking Admiral needs to stay the hell away from my belongings.