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fandomtownies2021-07-07 02:40 pm
grenadesandohana) wrote in fandomtownies2021-07-07 02:40 pm
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Trooper Station, Wednesday afternoon
"How many raccoons can there be?" Steve muttered in a terrible imitation of Anakin's voice.
Hundreds, it turned out. Or maybe the troopers were just extremely terrible at telling one raccoon from another? Either way, the station was overrun by the little trash pandas. This was going to take forever.
He glanced up and found himself staring at a huge buffalo-adjacent...thing...covered in clocks that had squeezed themselves between his desk and Danny's. "What the hell is this?" he asked Ralph.
"That's Alot of Time," Ralph said like that was an answer.
Steve was going to need a beer tonight. Maybe two.
[OOC: Open, sure.]
Hundreds, it turned out. Or maybe the troopers were just extremely terrible at telling one raccoon from another? Either way, the station was overrun by the little trash pandas. This was going to take forever.
He glanced up and found himself staring at a huge buffalo-adjacent...thing...covered in clocks that had squeezed themselves between his desk and Danny's. "What the hell is this?" he asked Ralph.
"That's Alot of Time," Ralph said like that was an answer.
Steve was going to need a beer tonight. Maybe two.
[OOC: Open, sure.]