Feb 11, 2010 12:19
[Cheetor abruptly drops a box in front of the camera--it's been opened, and the flaps flail about weakly for a second after the impact. He stares at the camera, very pointedly puts on a pair of rubber gloves, opens the box, and pulls out a horrid, hardened mess of pink, red, and white something, with bits of construction paper sticking out of it. He drops it on the table, it makes a CLUNK! noise, and a few bits of the stuff chip off and go flying.]
Shockwave. Just so we're on the same page.
What was so logical about sending the Peeps back to me?
[He huffs, drops the defeated chunk of Peep into the box, and shuts it.]
I better not get any more surprises at my front door.
† cheetor | liam barber