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[astandupguy]

[No matter who you are or where you are, if you're walking around...just about anywhere on campus, you're likely to find a skeleton. However, what he'll be doing when you find him depends solely on the time of day.

Maybe you'll find him sleeping somewhere. Anywhere. Even places that don't make logical sense. As long as his body can fit, bam. Done deal.

Perhaps he's standing on a milk crate, holding onto a lint roller and cracking some absolutely terrible jokes to anyone who walks by.

Or he could have a booth set up. Looks kinda like the kind you'd see a sentry having. However, instead of guarding something...he's selling hot dogs? Or hot cats, if that's more your style.]

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[astandupguy]

[Well there's really only one way to handle this.

Gotta stick it to 'im.]

* here boy.

[A whistle. Yes, that is one surprisingly large stick in his hand. And he's waving it around.]

* you seem like a fetching pooch. how 'bout a game?

[flamedog]

::The fetching pooch nods his head up and down rapidly::

::He reaches out towards the stick, looking at it longingly. He whines. He paws at it in the air. No bones about it -- this dog loves playing fetch.::

[astandupguy]

[Of course he does. Every dog loves fetch.

He waves it around and down once more, before tossing it far.]

* c'mon boy. go get it!

[flamedog]

::Jock races off at about 250 miles an hour to get the stick, then races back, also at about 250 miles an hour, then drops the stick at the boneman's feet::