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fandomtownies2012-09-15 09:53 pm
nookiepowered) wrote in fandomtownies2012-09-15 09:53 pm
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The Devil's Nest, Saturday, September 15
So apparently "But Mister What is on and I want to see if they stomp any steampunk spiders" did not trump "Tiny, you don't seem to understand what I'm saying here. There is not a pizza guy outside my door. There is a pizza outside my door. Both of my doors. A giant pizza. Slapped up on end outside each door. I can't get out of my house."
Rassenrumblefrassen. Bo didn't even have a house; she had a hardware store. And now Tiny was hungry for giant pizzas.
And watching Mister What on a small portable TV set up at the bar. You'd get served; you would just have to put up with a lot of distracted staring at the screen and the occasional mutter about how The One At The OK Corral Where Mister What Had A Toothache was better.
[OOC: Tiny is here for your drinking and dancing pleasure. I... napped way too damned late and now my brain is mush.]
Rassenrumblefrassen. Bo didn't even have a house; she had a hardware store. And now Tiny was hungry for giant pizzas.
And watching Mister What on a small portable TV set up at the bar. You'd get served; you would just have to put up with a lot of distracted staring at the screen and the occasional mutter about how The One At The OK Corral Where Mister What Had A Toothache was better.
[OOC: Tiny is here for your drinking and dancing pleasure. I... napped way too damned late and now my brain is mush.]