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fandomhigh2007-07-23 02:31 pm
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How to Be a Comic Book Superhero
Class met in the Danger Room, which had been modified to look like . . . the front of the Kwik Stop. The class (minus a certain reluctant TA) would arrive to find . . . Jay making out with an inflatable doll.
Oh, this boded well. And by 'well', of course, we mean 'terrifyingly', although uncertain whether an adjective or an adverb is grammatically correct in this instance. Bob was busy handing out various sets of blueprints to his students and when he turned to discover this game of silicone tonsil hockey he snatched the doll away with a glare and whapped Jay across the head with it.
"What the fuckk, Lunchbox?" Jay griped, rubbing the back of his head with a sullen glance. "Not like any of these little fuckers are gonna use it right. You're fucking wasting our stash."
Bob seemed unaffected. He tossed the blow-up doll on top of a stack of similar simulated seductresses and turned back to the class, looking pleased with himself, hands on hips and his utility belt, for once, visible.
Jay leaned against a rickety folding table holding a variety of objects. "Alright, Fatass here wanted you all to know that the topic of today's class is 'Always be prepared'. Like this fatass mothafucka was ever a Boy Scout. I once ate a Brownie, though." He straightened up. "Anyway, take a look at those plans 'cause that's your task today – what the fuck, task? What are you, the fucking elf pansy in the purple robes?"
Bob shook a threatening finger at him and nodded towards the kids, telling him to continue
"Huh. Fine. That tight-ass little bitch with the skunk hair is on top of the Perk." He pointed across the rooftops. "You gotta get from here to there and rescue the chick. Me and my black manservant will get all Sentinel on you’re asses and try and stop you, got it?"
Bob held up a finger – one more thing. He gestured at the table, where there was an array of items, enough for every student to get one of each. He began tucking these things into his trenchcoat, demonstrating that they had to be carried before the task began. The blueprints, with various cracked schemes for success on them (intended as guidelines only – Bob encourages creativity), indicated that the items could be used in completing their task. "Lunchbox is like fuckingMacGyver Angus with that shit," Jay added proudly and unnecessarily.
When he was sure that they all understood, Jay and Bob started up the ladder on the side of the Kwik Stop towards the roof. Over his shoulder, Jay shouted the last piece of advice. "Oh, and if you little shits get bored you can totally start fucking each other up."
[ooc: posting for Jay & Silent Bob because the player doesn't have net access at the moment!]
Oh, this boded well. And by 'well', of course, we mean 'terrifyingly', although uncertain whether an adjective or an adverb is grammatically correct in this instance. Bob was busy handing out various sets of blueprints to his students and when he turned to discover this game of silicone tonsil hockey he snatched the doll away with a glare and whapped Jay across the head with it.
"What the fuckk, Lunchbox?" Jay griped, rubbing the back of his head with a sullen glance. "Not like any of these little fuckers are gonna use it right. You're fucking wasting our stash."
Bob seemed unaffected. He tossed the blow-up doll on top of a stack of similar simulated seductresses and turned back to the class, looking pleased with himself, hands on hips and his utility belt, for once, visible.
Jay leaned against a rickety folding table holding a variety of objects. "Alright, Fatass here wanted you all to know that the topic of today's class is 'Always be prepared'. Like this fatass mothafucka was ever a Boy Scout. I once ate a Brownie, though." He straightened up. "Anyway, take a look at those plans 'cause that's your task today – what the fuck, task? What are you, the fucking elf pansy in the purple robes?"
Bob shook a threatening finger at him and nodded towards the kids, telling him to continue
"Huh. Fine. That tight-ass little bitch with the skunk hair is on top of the Perk." He pointed across the rooftops. "You gotta get from here to there and rescue the chick. Me and my black manservant will get all Sentinel on you’re asses and try and stop you, got it?"
Bob held up a finger – one more thing. He gestured at the table, where there was an array of items, enough for every student to get one of each. He began tucking these things into his trenchcoat, demonstrating that they had to be carried before the task began. The blueprints, with various cracked schemes for success on them (intended as guidelines only – Bob encourages creativity), indicated that the items could be used in completing their task. "Lunchbox is like fucking
When he was sure that they all understood, Jay and Bob started up the ladder on the side of the Kwik Stop towards the roof. Over his shoulder, Jay shouted the last piece of advice. "Oh, and if you little shits get bored you can totally start fucking each other up."
[ooc: posting for Jay & Silent Bob because the player doesn't have net access at the moment!]
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Bob's foot hit the edge of the roof beside the grappling hook and he peered down.
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Which might take a while.
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And began flicked beer caps down at him.
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"Ow."
So he wasn't all that great with the pretending, but it was hard to pretend away a beer cap between the eyes, man.
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In between them, however, had just swooped the somewhat impressive figure of Bluntman.
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princessgirl was alwaysinon anothercastleroof!So not only was A.J. disheartened, but he was also jumpy. The somewhat impressive figure of Bluntman had a sock of quarters being swung at his shoulder.
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