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smash_logs2014-04-21 01:53 am
raced_god) wrote in smash_logs2014-04-21 01:53 am
O, Signage of Truth and Virtue! Enter into Our Swoledom: Enter into Our Hearts!
Who: Max, Captain Falcon, you?????
What: Hanging posters. Maybe some other stuff. Maybe whatever you want.
When: Week of April 21st.
Where: Around campus and also the locker rooms I guess.
Warnings: Swolitude. Tiny towels. Man talk.
The posters have sprung up overnight. Tacked to bulletin boards, plastered on lampposts--anywhere that can feasibly hold a flyer, the posters are there. The question, then, is where are they coming from? Who is putting them up?
The answer is perhaps obvious. If one pays attention, it is not difficult to find one Max Powers around campus with a stapler, one Captain Falcon following him with a stack of flyers.
One can only imagine the things that run through his head. I've saved the universe, he thinks to himself. I am the greatest racecar driver that ever lived, he thinks, with every clack of Max's stapler. I own islands.
And yet
And yet, dear reader, there they are.
What: Hanging posters. Maybe some other stuff. Maybe whatever you want.
When: Week of April 21st.
Where: Around campus and also the locker rooms I guess.
Warnings: Swolitude. Tiny towels. Man talk.
The posters have sprung up overnight. Tacked to bulletin boards, plastered on lampposts--anywhere that can feasibly hold a flyer, the posters are there. The question, then, is where are they coming from? Who is putting them up?
The answer is perhaps obvious. If one pays attention, it is not difficult to find one Max Powers around campus with a stapler, one Captain Falcon following him with a stack of flyers.
One can only imagine the things that run through his head. I've saved the universe, he thinks to himself. I am the greatest racecar driver that ever lived, he thinks, with every clack of Max's stapler. I own islands.
And yet
And yet, dear reader, there they are.
It Moves my Heart! It Moves Us All! Speak to Me in Tones of Swoleness and of Strength!
It was inspirational when Max said it. An entire weight room full of lifters, lifting heavy lifts. God, what a thought. What a beautiful, glorious thought.
Max wiped a tiny bit of excess testosterone from the corner of his eye.
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Those.
Were two completely different moods he saw about the same topic. Still though.
"You guys want me to help somehow? You guys all stocked? You know how many people are comin' so far?"
Then he looked at the papers.
"Want me to help with those?"
Look at those eyes, he wants to help.
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I Accept your Swoleaid! All Are Welcome: All Must Help!
"You can both help," said Max cheerswoley.