May cause headaches, shaking, and delusions of bandom

[strangecreature]

Oh wow, you know what they don't warn you for on the side of those high-powered energy drinks? That if you chug one and then fall asleep in the middle of the day anyway, you're liable to get some wicked hypnogogic hallucinations happening where Hannibal Lecter is standing in your bedroom doorway wearing a lovely pink sweater and grinning and making

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[stratospherique]

Hahahahahahahahahahahaha. Oh, MikeyWay.

[strangecreature]

I'm not sure if he's more concerned that Pete thinks he's Hannibal Lecter, or that Hannibal Wentz there is clearly giving him bedroom eyes. *G*

[stratospherique]

If I was Mikey, I'd be worried about what Hannibal Wentz would cook him for a romantic dinner.

[apiphile]

... the competition.

[stratospherique]

Ray? Hannibal Wentz is NOT allowed to cook Ray for dinner!

[strangecreature]

*seconds this*

Ray would be like "No. Bad tiny toothy man" and swat him on the nose with a rolled up newspaper and Pete would slink off to find someone else for their romantic dinner. Meanwhile, Mikey is like "No, no, really, Frank and Andy have converted me and I think a nice salad would be totally sexy, okay? Hannipete? omg no don't bite Bob he will kill yooooou!"

[stratospherique]

Hahahahaha. And then Patrick would have to be Hannipete's Clarisse Patrisse? and has to try to stop Hannipete from turning MCR into a romantic buffet for Mikey's benefit. Bob in the mean time has staunched the bleeding from said tiny toothy man's attempts at nommage and is sitting on him until Patrisse can come to wrangle him and get Andy to brainwash him into being Vegannibal.

[strangecreature]

Patrick would make a bitchin' Clarice. I... I kind of really want to see this now. X-D (Oh lordy, Bob, are your shots up to date??)