Fourth Floor Common Room, Monday Evening
The problem with being a turtle who owned a giant mascot head and also made a living with it was that every now and again, one had to practice. Rehearsal, really.
The problem with having a giant mascot head to rehearse in was that there was hardly enough room in a dorm room to do so.
So, this evening, Mikey had taken it upon himself infiltrate the common room in true ninja manner in order to lay out several different kinds of pizza, including a few of his personal favorites (the ravioli and caramel came highly recommended), in case anyone wanted to have some sort of munchies while observing him prancing about. The show promised to be good. Where else could one witness a large turtle, dressed as a turtle, making up impromptu party songs and waving about a set of large, foamy nunchucks?
('Tis a common room! 'Tis commonly open!)
The problem with having a giant mascot head to rehearse in was that there was hardly enough room in a dorm room to do so.
So, this evening, Mikey had taken it upon himself infiltrate the common room in true ninja manner in order to lay out several different kinds of pizza, including a few of his personal favorites (the ravioli and caramel came highly recommended), in case anyone wanted to have some sort of munchies while observing him prancing about. The show promised to be good. Where else could one witness a large turtle, dressed as a turtle, making up impromptu party songs and waving about a set of large, foamy nunchucks?
('Tis a common room! 'Tis commonly open!)