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[silent_robert]

::storms in, slightly upset, immorrisday not far behind::

::slams a crumpled "medicinal marijuana" license on whatever reception desk is handy::

Fuckin' DOG LICENSE?!

::crosses arms, huffs::

[ooc: see HERE for the incidents leading up to this.]

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[immorrisday]

We can't sell weed with this shit.

[prisoner_rover]

*rover, on patrol*

*townies...on campus.*

*this is against the rules.*

*rover is all about the rules.*

*he doesn't like the rules not being followed.*

*pushing in the front doors of the clinic, the rubber of his body making squishy-squeaky noises, rover races forward to find the intruders.*

[immorrisday]

*jumps on Bob's back*

Flee fat ass, flee!

[prisoner_rover]

*rover slid to a stop.*

*that moment in time, hanging as two foes regard each other, rover waited.*

*the other foe had two heads*

*not that this was unusual for fandomhigh.*

*slowly, as not to alarm his victims prey target(s), rover inched forward.*

[silent_robert]

::looks at rover::

::looks up at Jay::

::looks back at rover::

::bug eyes, and begins running out the door, Jay in piggy-back position::