*Down near the entrance to the brig.....*
*Finch crouches around a corner with a devious grin on her face, a very large cream pie in one hand. Down the way, Gears is approaching, muttering to himself about this being squeaky, that being broken...the usual kind of griping we've come to expect from the little red and blue guy....*
.oO (MWAHAHAHAHAHA... Oh, this'll be good. Be interesting to see just how loud the little guy can yell...)
*A few seconds pass........and the next thing anyone else nearby knows, Gears is howling at the top of his voice and staggering around blindly in the hallway with a pie spattered all over his face.*
*Finch, meanwhile, has jumped to the ceiling, clinging with all four sets of claws while she watches Gears stumble about below her...*
Hee hee hee.... XD Well, at least now he's got something REAL to complain about. ^^;;
.oO (MWAHAHAHAHAHA... Oh, this'll be good. Be interesting to see just how loud the little guy can yell...)
*A few seconds pass........and the next thing anyone else nearby knows, Gears is howling at the top of his voice and staggering around blindly in the hallway with a pie spattered all over his face.*
*Finch, meanwhile, has jumped to the ceiling, clinging with all four sets of claws while she watches Gears stumble about below her...*
Hee hee hee.... XD Well, at least now he's got something REAL to complain about. ^^;;