Outside Spike's Pub, post-fear toxin

[silent-robert.livejournal.com]

Jay is curled up in a little ball, looking far too much like a poor lost puppy than the self-proclaimed "Master of the Clit" should ever look. He's muttering something that sounds like, "Where's Bob? Where's Bob?"

It almost makes one feel sorry for the guy.

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[suzotchka.livejournal.com]

[[A figure appears out of the mist . . . an overweight figure in sneakers and a trenchcoat . . . but it isn't Silent Bob, it's Iva-mun to the rescue! Bearing the twin powers combined of Freshly Baked Cookies and Comforting Bosom, she will save Jay! I wish. Sadly, I have to go and study. *wipes away tears that involuntarily sprung up*]]

[silent-robert.livejournal.com]

[[Don't tease the poor boy! First he gets turned down by Callisto, then he loses Bob, and now you're tempting him with a bosom AND cookies! You're going to break his brain! ^_^ ]]

[master-of-fear.livejournal.com]

*hoping for a little more data Jonathan approaches Jay*

Umm, helllo? Are you all right?

[silent-robert.livejournal.com]

Jay looks up, and seeing the man approaching him, he scuttles away, still on the ground. "Dude, get away. GET AWAY!"

[master-of-fear.livejournal.com]

*Jonathan was about to reach out a hand but instead holds them up in the air*

I just want to know if you're all right. Is there a problem?

[silent-robert.livejournal.com]

"Dude, just get the FUCK away from me!" He curls into himself and starts mutter, "Bad trip bad trip, it'll get better, has to..."

[master-of-fear.livejournal.com]

*Jonathan smiles evily*

Do you know who I am?

[silent-robert.livejournal.com]

"I don't fucking CARE who you are, fuckface, just get the hell AWAY from me!"