[align=center][fancypost borderwidth=0; font-family: georgia; font-size: 22pt; letter-spacing: -3px; width: 300px; padding: 0px][b][color=#20ff00]merii[/fancypost][fancypost borderwidth=0; border-bottom: 2px #20ff00 solid; width: 400px; padding: 0px; padding-top: 5px][/fancypost][fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 400px; height: auto; margin-top: -4px;][justify][sub]the chemist didn't really do much around the group, and it scared him. when was the last time he really talked to his clanmates? he loved them. he loved everything about them. he would have experimented on them if he didn't love them as much as he did now. his natural curiosity had jumped right over them. but instead of actually going to talk to them, he was in his room cackling loudly as he held a rat in his hand. god only knew what he was going to do with it.
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