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[slightlymonkish]

[ooc: Many threads going on, will possibly be slow -- but tag away, please. *cackles*]

Monk, confident that Milliways is now a much healthier place due to his efforts, comes striding in with a big smile on his face.

He begins walking towards Bar, past the Window, and --

-- doesn't get any further than that.

He looks down at his feet that won't move,

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[ushouldcwhatic]

John was in the bar, and noticed this. He's trying not to laugh. Seriously. He's not. He got up, and strolled over, though he noticed the mistletoe. So made sure to be nowhere under it himself.

"Trouble?"

[slightlymonkish]

... WHYYYYYYY?!?!

"No," Monk says, suddenly sounding very calm.

"No trouble."

GO AWAY.

"Just admiring the death of the Universe."

[ushouldcwhatic]

Because the universe clearly hates you, Monk, and loves toying with you.

Just ask Johnny, Destiny's bitch.

John just glanced down at his feet, "Right. With your stuck feet?"

[slightlymonkish]

"Yep. We're having a great time. I think I'll stay like this all day!"

Not that he thinks he has a choice, but.

[amateur_spy]

"I suspect because of the season," chimes an attractive British redhead who Monk totally wants to kiss y/y?

[slightlymonkish]

The mun says Y!

Monk says N!

The mun doesn't care!

"Mistletoe does not make people get stuck," he says, deadpanning.

[amateur_spy]

"Bars can't exist at the end of the universe."

[slightlymonkish]

She has a point.

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