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fandomtownies2007-09-29 01:13 pm
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In front of the banana stand, Saturday afternoon, 9/29
George Michael Bluth had no idea what he was doing or who he even was. He was wandering aimlessly up and down the boardwalk in front of the banana stand, every now and then looking over at it and scratching his head.
There was the mother of all seagulls perched on the counter of the banana stand eyeing George with ugly, beady marbles for eyes.
"Do you know who I am?" he asked the seagull who of course just nodded his head at George.
"I thought so..." George Michael continued to pace. Back and forth, back and forth, sighing dramatically and wishing he had a huge banana.
[ooc: The banana stand, sadly, is not open today. UNLESS you can get George Michael to make you one when he doesn't have the first clue how to do it.]
There was the mother of all seagulls perched on the counter of the banana stand eyeing George with ugly, beady marbles for eyes.
"Do you know who I am?" he asked the seagull who of course just nodded his head at George.
"I thought so..." George Michael continued to pace. Back and forth, back and forth, sighing dramatically and wishing he had a huge banana.
[ooc: The banana stand, sadly, is not open today. UNLESS you can get George Michael to make you one when he doesn't have the first clue how to do it.]