Nothing? Oh, now, come on. A mun reads something like that, she's got nowhere to go. SEND IN THE PUNDIT.
Stephen's sitting at a nearby table. He's thinking. Loudly.
On second thought, thinking may not be the right word for it. Stephen doesn't approve of thinking, or any other such neurological activity. People have argued with him on this point, reasoning that the various functions of the brain are crucial to the individual's survival, but that's just elitist. Stephen does all his reasoning with his gut, and his gut tells him the brain is an entirely redundant organ.
Stephen, Stephen, he's a handsome man, his name is Stephen... woh oh... He takes an appreciative swig from a bottle declaring itself to be Nutz Sparkling Soda. The liquid within is an exceptionally off-putting shade of green. Oh, my sweet, nutty nectar... Don't stop believin', Stephen, Stephen... Don't stop tranceivin', Stephen, Stephen... Dammit, I knew those tiger dongs were trouble. Should've gone with United Bear Bile from the start... Cures disease and
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Adam could use some fluffy vibes at the moment. He's had a long day.
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He tilts his head to the side, "...You new?" It has been a while since he's been in the bar proper..."
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"You look like you're having a good day."
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"Matt!"
There is a worried looking Claire, hurrying towards him.
"I mean, Officer Parkman."
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"...Claire?"
That was her name right? Right?
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She smooths back her hair. A distraction from that sylar creep, finally!
"I hadn't seen you in here for a while"
And I got worried, cause you're one of the few people in here I actually consider a friend.
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Stephen's sitting at a nearby table. He's thinking. Loudly.
On second thought, thinking may not be the right word for it. Stephen doesn't approve of thinking, or any other such neurological activity. People have argued with him on this point, reasoning that the various functions of the brain are crucial to the individual's survival, but that's just elitist. Stephen does all his reasoning with his gut, and his gut tells him the brain is an entirely redundant organ.
Stephen, Stephen, he's a handsome man, his name is Stephen... woh oh... He takes an appreciative swig from a bottle declaring itself to be Nutz Sparkling Soda. The liquid within is an exceptionally off-putting shade of green. Oh, my sweet, nutty nectar... Don't stop believin', Stephen, Stephen... Don't stop tranceivin', Stephen, Stephen... Dammit, I knew those tiger dongs were trouble. Should've gone with United Bear Bile from the start... Cures disease and ( ... )
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