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Today, his milkshake came with a little fortune cookie garnish hooked over its rim. As soon as he saw it, his eyes lit up, and he plucked it free of the mountain of whipped cream to crack it open.
Soon you will be sitting on top of the world, said the slip of paper inside.
If anybody asks, he's now up in the rafters, seated on a suspiciously globe-like chair that got wedged between two of the beams, because he wants to be here, dammit. That's his story and he's sticking to it.
...That's why he can't get down, either. Clearly.
(He can't decide whether to give the person responsible a hearty well played or a two-ton anvil dropped on their head. At least he still has his milkshake.)
[tinytag: Misfortune Cookies]
[ooc: in and out and thus pretty slow for most of the evening, but post is open until it scrolls! GO PACKERS]
Soon you will be sitting on top of the world, said the slip of paper inside.
If anybody asks, he's now up in the rafters, seated on a suspiciously globe-like chair that got wedged between two of the beams, because he wants to be here, dammit. That's his story and he's sticking to it.
...That's why he can't get down, either. Clearly.
(He can't decide whether to give the person responsible a hearty well played or a two-ton anvil dropped on their head. At least he still has his milkshake.)
[tinytag: Misfortune Cookies]
[ooc: in and out and thus pretty slow for most of the evening, but post is open until it scrolls! GO PACKERS]