kappa kappa gremlin meeting | 1st floor rec room | after classes | friday | april 23
"Welcome to the very last frat meeting of the year," Arthur announced, formally. "You have all held yourselves well in brotherhood and good sportsmanship." Give that one a moment to leak in, guys. "And we have been proud to call you our frat brothers."
He cast a look towards Hannibal.
"We hope that next year will find worthy successors for Hannibal and myself," he continued, "Keep your brotherhood sacred. Do not forget about the hamburgers." What, did you think he'd been completely serious? "And remember, neither Twister, nor jousting with padded sticks are actually sports."
"And also remember? Arthur isn't always right so if you wanna play Twister or joust the crap out of someone with a padded stick, go for it. Who knows, the flexibility you gain from those activities might help you the next time the island's invaded by some rabid dog with fifty legs."
It could happen.
"But yeah guys, thanks for being a great group and making my last year a good one," he said sincerely. "I'll miss you all. Well, not Arthur but you know. There's all kinds of food and drinks. Find a chair or somewhere and just veg out. The semester's over so we all deserve it."
"Don't listen to Hannibal," Arthur said, idly messing about with his glove, "He's going to cry himself to sleep missing me."
Now that that was established...
"We've got the sports channel on, and I believe we've got a few good repeats of some of the local games coming up. I trust you all to keep yourselves entertained."
"And if you can't," Hannibal felt compelled to add, "I'm sure we can get Arthur to do something entertaining."
Hannibal was already smirking as he moved to grab some of the food himself. He could totally get with the vegging part of clubs. Totally.
[co-written with the dude that will be king, bitch_prince!]
He cast a look towards Hannibal.
"We hope that next year will find worthy successors for Hannibal and myself," he continued, "Keep your brotherhood sacred. Do not forget about the hamburgers." What, did you think he'd been completely serious? "And remember, neither Twister, nor jousting with padded sticks are actually sports."
"And also remember? Arthur isn't always right so if you wanna play Twister or joust the crap out of someone with a padded stick, go for it. Who knows, the flexibility you gain from those activities might help you the next time the island's invaded by some rabid dog with fifty legs."
It could happen.
"But yeah guys, thanks for being a great group and making my last year a good one," he said sincerely. "I'll miss you all. Well, not Arthur but you know. There's all kinds of food and drinks. Find a chair or somewhere and just veg out. The semester's over so we all deserve it."
"Don't listen to Hannibal," Arthur said, idly messing about with his glove, "He's going to cry himself to sleep missing me."
Now that that was established...
"We've got the sports channel on, and I believe we've got a few good repeats of some of the local games coming up. I trust you all to keep yourselves entertained."
"And if you can't," Hannibal felt compelled to add, "I'm sure we can get Arthur to do something entertaining."
Hannibal was already smirking as he moved to grab some of the food himself. He could totally get with the vegging part of clubs. Totally.
[co-written with the dude that will be king, bitch_prince!]