Apr 16, 2011 01:47
You are now Stitch, the COMBINATION TAILOR/DOCTOR to The Felt. You have a few INTERESTS, but frankly don't see how they are anyone else's BUSINESS.
The last you knew, Fin had just BLED TO DEATH after warning you about SOME GUY about to come into your BOUTIQUE with a BOMB ON HIS HEAD, but now you are neither IN YOUR BOUTIQUE or in any noticeable danger of being accosted by an AIRHEADED DEMOLITIONS EXPERT. In fact, you don't see MUCH OF ANYBODY on the street you've found yourself on. Clearly, there are SHENANIGANS afoot.
What do you do?
> Wonder who managed to mess things up this time, and be really grouchy about it.
Who the hell's been monkeyin9 around with spacetime now?
character: stitch,
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