Pizza!

[_superdork_]

*Now this is something you don't see very often. Kon, Bart and Tim have appropriated one of the picnic tables outside the Mess Hall and they've got a tablecloth, dough, toppings and a pizza oven with them. The boys are up to their elbows in flour and stuff, and wearing civilian clothes rather than their costumes (no matter what our icons might say

Comments

[deadbeatgoeson]

... man, seeing the Domino's guy try to get through the barrier in the first place would make the whole thing worthwhile, too.

[deadbeatgoeson]

We got the depressed robot. Also, Fighter. He's a fighter.

[_superdork_]

Oh man. That circus guy?

[deadbeatgoeson]

"Circus guy" sums him up, yeah. Or, alternatively, "guy who never shuts the hell up about swords."

[_superdork_]

He's got to sleep some time, right?

[deadbeatgoeson]

In theory.

[_superdork_]

Dude. Gagging isn't an option?

[deadbeatgoeson]

Haven't tried it, but I'd rather not attempt to gag a guy who carries around like three swords at all times.

[_superdork_]

Guys like that always want to grown stronger and stuff, right? Maybe you can point him towards a mystical sword quest or something in the woods.

[deadbeatgoeson]

... now that sounds like a plan.

[_superdork_]

And I think my pizzas done. Help yourself.

((this pizza is against all expectations, safe.))

[deadbeatgoeson]

*Aaand having a slice.*

... huh. Not bad.

[_superdork_]

*mouth full.* Definitely one of our better training exercises.

[im_impulse]

Because delivery guys go through a lot just to give us pizza?

[deadbeatgoeson]

... yeah, Bart. That's definitely it, right there.

[im_impulse]

Plus Cher says if he's late we'd get free Coke or garlic bread!