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When you're traveling to far and distant lands, there are times when you must stop and smell the roses. Or, like Basil's doing, pass out in a feild full of daisies.
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It's the heat's fault, Basil decided, staring up at the sky. He was currently out baking on the roof, shirtless and sweaty. It shouldn't be this hot in February. Its supposed to be cold. That's why there's no snow, and that's why no one's doing anything.
I need a timer. It could go Ding! when I'm cooked all the way through. -
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Basil hummed as he worked, diligently scrubbing Lord Andrew's chassis from topped to bottom. Had to make him nice and clean for Sarge, mmhm!
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Stuck in Capslock again
OMGSARGESBACKICANTBELIEVEITSQUEAL~! :DDDDDDD
ICANTWAITTOINTRODUCEHIMTOANDY. -
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Yes, Miss Lizzy, the tank is under constant surveilance. By a maniac who was more or less in love with the thing too. So no take backs.
Speaking of which, there's a little red zealot currently curled up inside the cockpit, happily dreaming of a world filled with action, adventures, and heroically rescuing Lord Andrew from damn, dirty blue apes. -
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Basil grunted and threw down the control to his game. Godamn, he was so fucking bored of playing single player all the time! He had a friend now and everything, except he was too big to fight in the base, and he had no hands! With a little whimper, and not for the first time, Basil wished Lord Andrew was a bit more humanish. Then quickly got ( Read more... ) -
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Basil is bored.
Basil also has a MRE, a lighter, and is currently in the flag room of blue base.
The MRE is lit on fire, and the red dashes out into the hall, giggling insanely.
Then... there is an explosion.
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Basil was once again sneaking through red base, but only because it was late at night and he couldn't sleep. He just kept worrying about that guy ( Read more... ) -
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Basil lay on top of Sheila-now-Andy's turret, his legs dangling over the edge, the cannon in between them. He was thinking about Connecticut ( Read more... ) -
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Basil sighed and leaned his head back against the tiled wall of the bathroom. He was sitting on the floor, every showerhead turned on and pointed at him. Sure, it was a bit wasteful, but damn it felt good. Especially since he was feeling crappy for flag knows why.
But sulking naked did make him feel better. Kinda.