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crazypilotman.livejournal.com) wrote in
fandomtownies2009-06-04 08:07 am
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Freelance Police HQ, Thursday June 4
*twitch twitch twitch twitch twitch*
Good God, what the hell was going on? Yesterday hadn't been too bad, except for the affection of the lighthouse.
...which really, that didn't surprise him so much.
But everything after...
His skin felt like there were tiny electric currents running through it and damn, why was it so frickin' warm everywhere he went? Even shucking the jacket over the chair back wasn't helping.
"I think I envy you," he told Spatula, staring into the water cooler. "Gotta be way cooler in there. Maybe I should go for a swim later." Or a really cold shower.
Tilting his head, he studied the goldfish for a moment. "Dude. You need a girlfriend."
Of course this meant that the vast majority of work being done today at Freelance Police involved searching the net for a perfect girl goldfish.
And trying to keep focus on that and sometimes failing the temptation of net sex ads.
Oh. My. GAWD.
FISH!
Keeping thinking fish, Murdock.
Good God, what the hell was going on? Yesterday hadn't been too bad, except for the affection of the lighthouse.
...which really, that didn't surprise him so much.
But everything after...
His skin felt like there were tiny electric currents running through it and damn, why was it so frickin' warm everywhere he went? Even shucking the jacket over the chair back wasn't helping.
"I think I envy you," he told Spatula, staring into the water cooler. "Gotta be way cooler in there. Maybe I should go for a swim later." Or a really cold shower.
Tilting his head, he studied the goldfish for a moment. "Dude. You need a girlfriend."
Of course this meant that the vast majority of work being done today at Freelance Police involved searching the net for a perfect girl goldfish.
And trying to keep focus on that and sometimes failing the temptation of net sex ads.
Oh. My. GAWD.
FISH!
Keeping thinking fish, Murdock.

call!
stop by!
*looks shifty*
Sam & Max
. . .
who knows what will happen if they show up
ooc