[oom-ish:
Outside Bill makes friends. And enemies. He's talented like that.]
Now-
See, Bill.
See, Bill run.
Run, Bill, RUN!
Out back, soaking wet, with an armful of white petal wearing dough blobs and a mob of the other guys in pursuit.
Don't ask. Just HELP!
[ooc: It's late. I'll be on quite awhile but this'll also be open until it's gone off the front page. :D ]