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[clockarmageddon]

[ooc: Faux Jack Bauer voice: The following thread takes place between 3 and 4 on the Armageddeon Clock.]By now, you've probably connected that soft chime to the shaking earth, and both of those to the new furnishing

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[action_antihero]

[ooc: *giggles!*]

[the_calcium_tm]

Jimmy Connelly's not known for the brilliance of his suggestions, but at least he's good for his word. It took a bit of stammering and a 'please' to hop off with the gym's equipment, but he managed it. Which is why Jimmy's standing in front of the clock, half-suited up as if he were about to spar, with Stan's famous bat.

That's right -- a big stick.

[clockarmageddon]

Tick.

Tick.

You wouldn't hit a clock with glasses, would you?

Tick.

Tick.

[the_calcium_tm]

Normal glasses, no. Glasses of Potential Earthquake-Causing Evil? Well.

You can understand, I'm sure.

Jimmy rubs his palms along the handle of the bat, sort of sizing up the clock a bit. He figures if there's nothing wrong with it, he'll save up half a few weeks' pay and replace it, but first... sizing it up. Yeah, 's a clock all right.

[clockarmageddon]

Tick.

Yep, just a clock. No reason to bash it in.

Tick.

Honest. It's defenseless! It's only got one hand, after all!

Tick.

[slightlymonkish]

Monk is getting increasingly uneasy about the whole situation.

So there he is, about a foot away from said clock, just staring at it.