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youre_smashing2016-01-07 02:37 pm
astandupguy) wrote in youre_smashing2016-01-07 02:37 pm
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[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.]
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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Sans is up to his old tricks again.
Grillby chuckles, a warm and wispy laugh that seems to drift through the air like a lazy summer wind. He picks up the whoopee cushion, undaunted, and moves to place the blanket over Sans regardless.]
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* hey.
* who turned out the lights?
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[Ah, there's the quiet, wispy voice of the fiery bartender right there. Who the hell knows how he got up here. it is a mystery. Well, same situation with everyone else who resides in the mansion.]