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Do not believe that you can possibly escape the reward of your action.


"Looks like you've had a nasty accident there mister..."

"You wanna be careful. You wanna look after yourself little better."

"A fella could get really hurt"

"A fella needs to know who his friends are."

"And friends need to look after their friends."

"Kapeesh?"
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Roddy said…
Is this Ezra looking down on you, or you looking up to the child? Methinks that this little Mighty Mo is going to be one very tall boy. Just a guess!
21 August 2009 at 20:41
stromsjo said…
Now this is one guy we shouldn't be messing with.
22 August 2009 at 05:53
Valerie said…
Heehee it looks like he's got your measure!
22 August 2009 at 05:59
SH -ic said…
yepp ..like the father
23 August 2009 at 20:21
Kris McCracken said…
Roddy, he is taller than me now.
24 August 2009 at 09:21
Kris McCracken said…
Jill, Henry had the at that age too.
24 August 2009 at 09:21
Kris McCracken said…
Valerie, and then some.
24 August 2009 at 09:21
Kris McCracken said…
One Planet, only far better...
24 August 2009 at 09:22
yamini said…
Kris, I feel that Ez is thinking about the times you have made him pose for the camera (against his wishes) and saying to himself "One day I will take my revenge.." ;-))
24 August 2009 at 14:51
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