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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.
Every thing I write in this log gets progressively more absurd
It was pretty much a scientific fact. "If you're fine with Ottermode, I guess dancin's alright, but that ain't for us."
See what Mas is doing? He's including you in that statement, Falcon.
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"If she's a career dancer, then it'd just be impractical.
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That was it. That was all Falcon managed.
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That said, she turned and left in a bit of a huff.