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fandomtownies2009-03-09 03:51 pm
shiniernyours.livejournal.com) wrote in fandomtownies2009-03-09 03:51 pm
The Gig, Monday
Bender had acquired a small TV and propped it up on the anvil in the smithy. There wasn't any Blurnsball on, the nearest he'd come to had silly hats but no body count, but he'd sat back to watch anyway.
The signal, though? It might have been coming across the galaxy for all he could make out of the screen. Bender picked up an unnecessarily sized hammer and took a swipe at the aerial.
The Gig was open and clags and curses were echoing from the smithy.
[OCD-free/Open]
The signal, though? It might have been coming across the galaxy for all he could make out of the screen. Bender picked up an unnecessarily sized hammer and took a swipe at the aerial.
The Gig was open and clags and curses were echoing from the smithy.
[OCD-free/Open]