Jul 07, 2009 15:51
[The journal flops open to reveal a partially obscured view of the sky. It seems to be stuffed under a bush while it records. A few shuffling noises can be heard in the background, followed by a yell and the annoyed voice of a girl.]
Okay, who’s the kinky pervert who nabbed my clothes and stuck me in this ugly thing huh?! Geez! Isn’t there some kind of treasure hunter code or something?! I found that stuff first! There’s no reason to jump me and steal my loot and my personal stuff and MY CLOTHES! I want a piece of you, you creep! And what’s with these wings?! What kind of sick fantasies-- OW! Th-they’re real?! No w-- OW! Okay, they’re definitely attached. I’m not doing that again.
[There’s some more shuffling and then an aggravated sigh, but the voice that follows this time is almost chipper.] Right! Onto Plan B then! ...Where am I?
so much monkeyflailing,
where's my straw that thing was gold!,
!voice,
dropped in the mud,
help the cute girl,
hello luceti!,
mallypeople are perverts