014| Ho hum.
Gee his head felt a bit heavier than usual this morning. Wait. What was he doing in his bed. Tucked in and every- WHAT WAS THAT NOISE. That was the sound of a whoopie cushion. That was a sound he knew very well. What day was it. Oh gosh had he forgotten about it entirely. Maxwell went to scratch his head and... and... WHO HAD FOUND AND MESSED WITH HIS COLLECTOR'S EDITION DC- Oh wait, this wasn't his afro. Where in the heck did... What were these glasses... what..
"Oh those boys."
Maxwell went to remove the fro. W-wow his hair had never been so... solid before. He made a face.
What other damage could possibly have been done? He went to go check on the rest of the room, picking up a mint on his way out. But it wasn't a mint at all. Maxwell sputtered. And kept sputtering a bit for good measure what was even in his mouth aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa.
"Ablabaaa LASH."
So gathered up some weapons, hiked upstairs to the girls dorm, and politely knocked on her door.
An afro'd, mysteriously strange glasses toting man blowing bubble gum was suddenly spraying whipped cream right in her face.