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fandomhigh2011-11-04 10:26 am
mouthy-merc.livejournal.com) wrote in fandomhigh2011-11-04 10:26 am
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Fighting for Funsies, Friday
The class had been oh so handwavily informed to meet up in the Danger Shop in order to work off all that repressed (or not so repressed) rage. Or maybe the sugar highs folks were still riding after Halloween.
With foam cricket bats, it seemed. Because that shit was classy. And British.
"Short and simple assignment today, my little minions in the making," Deadpool said, twirling a bat the whole time he spoke. Because it was fun. Deal with it. "Call it a game of hide and seek. Only you smack the person when you find 'm. So, hide and assault with a foam weapon. Rolls right off the tongue. Amiright?"
No. No, he was not.
"And, to make things interesting in a manner that us in no way topical for people writing this--" Figure that one out. "--we're gonna have a strange, new environment for you kids to play in."
The Danger Shop went from its base state to a mysterious... cubicle farm.
"Have fuuuun."
With foam cricket bats, it seemed. Because that shit was classy. And British.
"Short and simple assignment today, my little minions in the making," Deadpool said, twirling a bat the whole time he spoke. Because it was fun. Deal with it. "Call it a game of hide and seek. Only you smack the person when you find 'm. So, hide and assault with a foam weapon. Rolls right off the tongue. Amiright?"
No. No, he was not.
"And, to make things interesting in a manner that us in no way topical for people writing this--" Figure that one out. "--we're gonna have a strange, new environment for you kids to play in."
The Danger Shop went from its base state to a mysterious... cubicle farm.
"Have fuuuun."
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"NO! Cubicle farm! Must... escape! Life force... being... drained!"
He started crawling slowly and painfully towards the large corner office at the end of the hall. "Must... climb... corporate... ladder!"
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