OOPS~
(OOC: WAR = RED (LIKE HIS RIDE~), SIR = BLUE/GREEN/OCEAN/WHATEVER YOU WANNA CALL IT (LIKE THE COLOUR OF HIS ~SOUL*__*), MARY = PINK (LIKE THE COLOUR OF HER AWESOME <3))
WELL WAR FINALLY BROUGHT HIS RIDE OVER FOR ME TO TAKE A LOOK AT AND FIX UP.
I HAVE TO SAY: IT’S A BITCHIN’ RIDE.
UM, FUCK YES, IT'S MY GOD DAMN HORSE, OK? OF COURSE IT'S COOL.
*BITCHFACING FROM AFAR*
SO. MARY. I'M SORRY YOU BURNED. BUT YOU GOTTA ADMIT, NEAT WAY TO GO OUT. BUT YOU KNOW, YOUR SON SORT OF SAVED THE WORLD.
..... I FUCKING HATE YOU.
WTF I'M TRYING TO BE NICE. I WAS TOLD WHEN HUMANS VISITED PEOPLE THEY PAID THEIR HOST A COMPLIMENT. I SAID YOU DIED COOL. THAT WAS MY COMPLIMENT.
8I *AWKWARD*
ANYWAY. JOHN. IT'S FLUX COMPACITOR ISN'T WORKING, I NEED TO GO BACK IN TIME.
I'VE NEVER FIXED A FLUX COMPACITOR BUT WHAT THE HELL. HOW HARD COULD IT BE~
IDK IT TOOK THAT DOC SOMEWTHING A BIT TO FIGURE THIS SHIT OUT AND THEN SPENT A LOT OF TIME BEING WEIRD. I MEAN, IT SHOULDN'T TAKE THAT LONG. I WANT TO GO VISIT SOME FRIENDS LATER AND MAYBE TAKE DEATH ON A DATE THAT’S ABOUT SOME PAST STUFF. REMEMBERING THE OLD DAYS.
ALRIGHT WELL MAYBE IF I JUST *SMACKS HIS WRENCH AGAINST THE FLUX COMPACITOR*
TRY IT NOW?
::TWISTS RING TO START THE CAR:: .. WHAT? UM. YOU WANNA DRIVE IT? I'LL GO WITH YOU BUT YEAH.
*STARES ALL O_____________O* I WOULD LOVE TO DRIVE THIS CAR.
DUDE. DON'T GO ALL CHICK FLICK. OK? THERE
~*~*~*IN THE DINO PAST*~*~*~
~*~*~*SOMEWHERE IN NAZI-FILLED FRANCE*~*~*~
~*RETURN*~
WTF I LIKED THAT HAT AND JACKET THERE WAS NO NEED TO BE A DICK. AND FUCK YEAH, IT’S FIXED, I CAN TAKE DEATH ON THAT DATE NOW!
*BRINGS LUNCH :3*
FOR JOHNNYBEAR :3
AND HERE YOU GO WAR. >8[
*OPENS LUNCH BOX* WTF IS THIS SHIT?! *HOLDS UP A PICTURE OF MARY EATING A SANDWICH* JOHN I'LL TRADE YOU STOPPING THE WARS IN MEXICO FOR YOUR COOKIE?
BUT....THIS IS MARY'S SPECIAL CHOCOLATE CHIP COOKE RECIPE.
.... DUDE ONE RING TWIST AND I HAVE MAGIC BROWNIES AND PBR HERE. YOU'RE MOVE. BESIDES JOHN. NO ONE REALLY *LIKES* MEXICO. YOU GO THERE TO SAY YOU HAVE AND GET HERPES ON SPRING BREAK. AND CHEAP SMOKES.
ALRIGHT ALRIGHT FINE TAKE THE DAMN COOKIE
OMFG WIN!
OKAY, WAR, I FIXED YOUR CAR, NOW YOU HAVE TO HELP ME CLEAN OUT MY LOCK-UP.
~*AT SIR'S LOCK-UP OH MY!*~
HEY WTF IS THIS ONE? IT'S A BOX BUT IT DOESNT HAVE LIKE, A FEELING TO IT.
IDK WHAT IT IS, IT'S BEEN IN HERE SO LONG I'VE FORGOTTEN *PILFERS THROUGH A BOX OF SAWED-OFF SHOTGUNS :’D*
WELL, I'M SURE IT'S COOL. I MEAN YOU WOULDNT KEEP IT IN THE BOX OF SOCCER TROPHIES AND THE BLANKET SAM WAS WRAPPED UP IN THE NIGHT MARY DIED IF IT WASN'T.
*OPENS THE BOX* WHAT THE HELL ... ~OMINOUS LIGHT~
WAR? *TURNS AROUND* …..OH FUCK.
HUH. WELL .. WHY AM I HERE, AND UM. YOU'RE .. ::THINKS:: JOHN? WHERE'S TESSA?
~*RETURNS TO TREEHOUSE*~
UM…HEY EVERYONE…SURPRISE? :D?
(OOC: I DON'T EVEN KNOW YOU GUYS.)
(OOC: EDIT: COLOUR CODING FAAAAAAAAAAIL)
(OOC: EDIT THE EDIT: FUUUU PICTURES HATE ME)
WELL WAR FINALLY BROUGHT HIS RIDE OVER FOR ME TO TAKE A LOOK AT AND FIX UP.
I HAVE TO SAY: IT’S A BITCHIN’ RIDE.
UM, FUCK YES, IT'S MY GOD DAMN HORSE, OK? OF COURSE IT'S COOL.
*BITCHFACING FROM AFAR*
SO. MARY. I'M SORRY YOU BURNED. BUT YOU GOTTA ADMIT, NEAT WAY TO GO OUT. BUT YOU KNOW, YOUR SON SORT OF SAVED THE WORLD.
..... I FUCKING HATE YOU.
WTF I'M TRYING TO BE NICE. I WAS TOLD WHEN HUMANS VISITED PEOPLE THEY PAID THEIR HOST A COMPLIMENT. I SAID YOU DIED COOL. THAT WAS MY COMPLIMENT.
8I *AWKWARD*
ANYWAY. JOHN. IT'S FLUX COMPACITOR ISN'T WORKING, I NEED TO GO BACK IN TIME.
I'VE NEVER FIXED A FLUX COMPACITOR BUT WHAT THE HELL. HOW HARD COULD IT BE~
IDK IT TOOK THAT DOC SOMEWTHING A BIT TO FIGURE THIS SHIT OUT AND THEN SPENT A LOT OF TIME BEING WEIRD. I MEAN, IT SHOULDN'T TAKE THAT LONG. I WANT TO GO VISIT SOME FRIENDS LATER AND MAYBE TAKE DEATH ON A DATE THAT’S ABOUT SOME PAST STUFF. REMEMBERING THE OLD DAYS.
ALRIGHT WELL MAYBE IF I JUST *SMACKS HIS WRENCH AGAINST THE FLUX COMPACITOR*
TRY IT NOW?
::TWISTS RING TO START THE CAR:: .. WHAT? UM. YOU WANNA DRIVE IT? I'LL GO WITH YOU BUT YEAH.
*STARES ALL O_____________O* I WOULD LOVE TO DRIVE THIS CAR.
DUDE. DON'T GO ALL CHICK FLICK. OK? THERE
~*~*~*IN THE DINO PAST*~*~*~
~*~*~*SOMEWHERE IN NAZI-FILLED FRANCE*~*~*~
~*RETURN*~
WTF I LIKED THAT HAT AND JACKET THERE WAS NO NEED TO BE A DICK. AND FUCK YEAH, IT’S FIXED, I CAN TAKE DEATH ON THAT DATE NOW!
*BRINGS LUNCH :3*
FOR JOHNNYBEAR :3
AND HERE YOU GO WAR. >8[
*OPENS LUNCH BOX* WTF IS THIS SHIT?! *HOLDS UP A PICTURE OF MARY EATING A SANDWICH* JOHN I'LL TRADE YOU STOPPING THE WARS IN MEXICO FOR YOUR COOKIE?
BUT....THIS IS MARY'S SPECIAL CHOCOLATE CHIP COOKE RECIPE.
.... DUDE ONE RING TWIST AND I HAVE MAGIC BROWNIES AND PBR HERE. YOU'RE MOVE. BESIDES JOHN. NO ONE REALLY *LIKES* MEXICO. YOU GO THERE TO SAY YOU HAVE AND GET HERPES ON SPRING BREAK. AND CHEAP SMOKES.
ALRIGHT ALRIGHT FINE TAKE THE DAMN COOKIE
OMFG WIN!
OKAY, WAR, I FIXED YOUR CAR, NOW YOU HAVE TO HELP ME CLEAN OUT MY LOCK-UP.
~*AT SIR'S LOCK-UP OH MY!*~
HEY WTF IS THIS ONE? IT'S A BOX BUT IT DOESNT HAVE LIKE, A FEELING TO IT.
IDK WHAT IT IS, IT'S BEEN IN HERE SO LONG I'VE FORGOTTEN *PILFERS THROUGH A BOX OF SAWED-OFF SHOTGUNS :’D*
WELL, I'M SURE IT'S COOL. I MEAN YOU WOULDNT KEEP IT IN THE BOX OF SOCCER TROPHIES AND THE BLANKET SAM WAS WRAPPED UP IN THE NIGHT MARY DIED IF IT WASN'T.
*OPENS THE BOX* WHAT THE HELL ... ~OMINOUS LIGHT~
WAR? *TURNS AROUND* …..OH FUCK.
HUH. WELL .. WHY AM I HERE, AND UM. YOU'RE .. ::THINKS:: JOHN? WHERE'S TESSA?
~*RETURNS TO TREEHOUSE*~
UM…HEY EVERYONE…SURPRISE? :D?
(OOC: I DON'T EVEN KNOW YOU GUYS.)
(OOC: EDIT: COLOUR CODING FAAAAAAAAAAIL)
(OOC: EDIT THE EDIT: FUUUU PICTURES HATE ME)