-- ectoBiologist [EB] began pestering entranceway 17 --

[hamburellakind]

okay so
nobody freak out!
but i haven't seen dave since the event.
his room is still all dave-like, so he didn't go home or anything.
but i can't find him!
and i think i know why.
hehehehe.
so if anybody knows where he is,
let me know.
we have a...
let's call it an appointment.
hehehehehehe

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[urnewkingbitch]

[Dave is just chilling in his red PJ's, eating some Cinnamon Toast Crunch. He hasn't had that shit in ages. He's also hoping that a certain goober doesn't come along while he's eating.]

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[hamburellakind]

[WELP. Too bad, because John just happened to float by. One of the many advantages of the windy thing is a silent approach. Like the one he's using right now. To come up behind Dave's chair.

Dun dun. Dun dun. Dun dun dun dun dun dun TICKLE ATTACK!!!!]

[urnewkingbitch]

[JK;LFDASJKL;EAWHKFEAWHJK Luckily, the spoon hadn't been in his mouth at the time. Unfortunately for him, the cereal was, and he was currently choking on it.

Damn it, John.]

[hamburellakind]

[John just tickles harder! If Dave's going to hold back and pretend he's not TOTALLY LAUGHING right now, John will make him!!!!!!!!]

This is his IM PISSED OFF AT YOU EGBERT face.

[urnewkingbitch]

[Yep, definitely choking. Fuck fuck fuck fuck. Dave flails and smacks him on the head for being a complete dumbass, before falling on his knees, clutching at his throat.

Ohgodohgodohgod WHAT IS BREATHING?

HOW CAN HE BREATHE WITH NO AIR?]

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Oh shit, DAVE!

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[hamburellakind]

Wh-- what do I do?! Oh my God!

[urnewkingbitch]

[He gestures for the Heimlich Maneuver, and tries to finger spell CPR in the hopes that he knows the alphabet in ASL.]

[hamburellakind]

[Luckily the sign for C is pretty self explanatory and John catches on remarkably quickly.

He does not, however, think everything through.

He shoves Dave to the ground, pulling his friend's head back (like in the movies) and then starts pushing on his chest over and over for a lot of counts which he probably should know the actual number for (from movies) and then, summoning all the power of his windy thing, he started blowing air down his friend's throat. With his mouth. On Dave's mouth.]

[urnewkingbitch]

[Man. If John doesn't kill him, Dave probably will. Again.

At least it forced the cereal down into his stomach. Dave bopped him on the head again to try making him stop with the lung filling.]