Bieber Wars: Episode I
Bieber Wars: Episode I
A long time ago (last week) in a galaxy far, far away (Seattle), a certain person parted ways with the Empire (a certain unnamed pharmacy company). In the wake of this departure, the remaining Imperial plebs began tidying up said persons work space, and found amongst the many odds and ends stashed there a likeness of a rising Dark Lord, Justin Bieber. With the discovery of this likeness, a great battle was started between two of the Imperial plebs, known (for the purposes of this blog) as Beeb (me) and Wishbone (my coworker). This is the story of that battle.
Day One:
Wishbone takes first blood. I begin my plotting. Little does she know, this isn't my first rodeo.
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I strike back with a Ke$ha-singing Bieber. Wishbone is annoyed upon discovery.
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Day Two:
With Ke$ha now stuck in her head, Wishbone strikes back with this terrifying display of Bieber affection. I feel a great disturbance in the Force. It passes, and I get back to plotting.
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I counter with ghost Bieber. HE'S WATCHING YOU. This is what she gets for being a skeptic.
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Wishbone is obviously disturbed by this spectral Bieber, as she can think of no better retaliation than transferring him back to my locker. Creepy, but rather ineffective.
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Inspired by my last victory, I continue my supernatural theme with a zombie Bieber.
I got a bit involved with this one. I wanted the zombie to jump out at her. I'm told she ended up on the ground, so, VICTORY.
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Day 3:
I return to work to find demon Bieber waiting to take my soul. As my soul is spoken for (mostly by the BBC), and I don't listen to Bieber, I think I'm OK.
I think I set a precedent with zombie Bieber, which Wishbone completely shattered, here (with the help of half the staff).
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I can't let this stand, of course, so I counter with Freddy Bieber (with some assistance from a coworker in the plotting stage).
One, two, Bieber's coming for you. Terrifying Bieber is terrifying.
***
Day 4:
I return to work victorious, only to find Bieber Spears waiting in my locker. I am amused, and somewhat frightened.
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I spend about five minutes plotting and the rest of the day executing my next move, ninja Bieber. He says you're a white, American devil.
He's deadly with those throwing stars, too.
When you hear the music, it's already too late.
***
Day 5:
Wishbone comes back with this gem. It's sort of an inside joke, done with permission of the manager that it's supposed to imitate, which is actually more funny than the mock-up itself.
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OH, I WENT THERE. Wishbone is dumbfounded.
Stay tuned for week two.
A long time ago (last week) in a galaxy far, far away (Seattle), a certain person parted ways with the Empire (a certain unnamed pharmacy company). In the wake of this departure, the remaining Imperial plebs began tidying up said persons work space, and found amongst the many odds and ends stashed there a likeness of a rising Dark Lord, Justin Bieber. With the discovery of this likeness, a great battle was started between two of the Imperial plebs, known (for the purposes of this blog) as Beeb (me) and Wishbone (my coworker). This is the story of that battle.
Day One:
Wishbone takes first blood. I begin my plotting. Little does she know, this isn't my first rodeo.
-
I strike back with a Ke$ha-singing Bieber. Wishbone is annoyed upon discovery.
***
Day Two:
With Ke$ha now stuck in her head, Wishbone strikes back with this terrifying display of Bieber affection. I feel a great disturbance in the Force. It passes, and I get back to plotting.
-
I counter with ghost Bieber. HE'S WATCHING YOU. This is what she gets for being a skeptic.
-
Wishbone is obviously disturbed by this spectral Bieber, as she can think of no better retaliation than transferring him back to my locker. Creepy, but rather ineffective.
-
Inspired by my last victory, I continue my supernatural theme with a zombie Bieber.
Click to viewI got a bit involved with this one. I wanted the zombie to jump out at her. I'm told she ended up on the ground, so, VICTORY.
***
Day 3:
I return to work to find demon Bieber waiting to take my soul. As my soul is spoken for (mostly by the BBC), and I don't listen to Bieber, I think I'm OK.
I think I set a precedent with zombie Bieber, which Wishbone completely shattered, here (with the help of half the staff).
-
I can't let this stand, of course, so I counter with Freddy Bieber (with some assistance from a coworker in the plotting stage).
One, two, Bieber's coming for you. Terrifying Bieber is terrifying.
***
Day 4:
I return to work victorious, only to find Bieber Spears waiting in my locker. I am amused, and somewhat frightened.
-
I spend about five minutes plotting and the rest of the day executing my next move, ninja Bieber. He says you're a white, American devil.
He's deadly with those throwing stars, too.
When you hear the music, it's already too late.
***
Day 5:
Wishbone comes back with this gem. It's sort of an inside joke, done with permission of the manager that it's supposed to imitate, which is actually more funny than the mock-up itself.
-
OH, I WENT THERE. Wishbone is dumbfounded.
Stay tuned for week two.