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fandomhigh2012-02-15 09:02 am
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Murdock and Madrox are in Da Hizzy
Is it really any shock that when students enter the Danger Shop that it's been transformed into a unique environment? Is it just a given now?
So really we don't need to write that any more, right?
Right.
So.
When the students entered the Danger Shop today they would no doubt find that the room had been transformed into a unique environment. What kind of unique environment?
Well there was glitter, disco balls, flashing lights, black lights and very large and extremely loud speakers that were shaking the room with its reverberating bass line.
And of course there was Jamie Madrox wearing a giant rainbow afro wig, giant sunglasses and a mint green leisure suit. "YOOOOOOOO!" he shouted through the microphone and possibly causing hearing damage to anyone walking in. "IT'Z MIXMASTER JAMIE IN DA HIZ-HOOOOOOOOOOOOUSE!"
A couple of things to note: the prounouced "Z" in the statement above was apparent to anyone probably in a five block radius of the danger shop. Also there about fifty Jamie duplicates in various states of... Let's call them costumes, shall we? And said Jamie duplicates were now hollering in response. Much like a mating call of a beluga whale. Or a the endangered Kakapo.
Regardless, Mixmaster Jamie was laying down some funky grooves which consisted of him mostly scratching up vinyl records. "NOW GIVE IT UP FOR THE MAN WITH THE PLAN... MC JEFF!"
Jeff leapt into view... very far away, near the back of the class. He was wearing large MC Hammer pants, and... jutted his hips forward while waving around his arms. Then he hopped forward. More arm-waving. "CAN'T TOUCH THIS!" he yelled.
At which point several Jamies, also wearing parachute pants hopped up behind Jeff and began shuffling back and forth and generally bumping into each other because apparently they can't replicate MC Hammer's moves. However they were very good at wearing parachute pants.
"ALL RIGHT KIDS!" Mixmaster Jamie shouted. "YOUR ASSIGNMENT TODAY... IS TO GET FUNKY!"
Jeff, still - or rather, now - hopping up and down on one leg, then the other, stuck up both of his thumbs and grinned. "EVERYBODY, DO THE HAMSTER DANCE!" he added.
He did not trust himself to talk about anything else right now.
Yes. That was probably wise. Especially now that the dance version of the Hamsterdance was now blaring over the speakers.
Yes, kids. Your assignment is to dance. How hard could that be?
[OCD is up. Dance. Dance, I say.]
So really we don't need to write that any more, right?
Right.
So.
When the students entered the Danger Shop today they would no doubt find that the room had been transformed into a unique environment. What kind of unique environment?
Well there was glitter, disco balls, flashing lights, black lights and very large and extremely loud speakers that were shaking the room with its reverberating bass line.
And of course there was Jamie Madrox wearing a giant rainbow afro wig, giant sunglasses and a mint green leisure suit. "YOOOOOOOO!" he shouted through the microphone and possibly causing hearing damage to anyone walking in. "IT'Z MIXMASTER JAMIE IN DA HIZ-HOOOOOOOOOOOOUSE!"
A couple of things to note: the prounouced "Z" in the statement above was apparent to anyone probably in a five block radius of the danger shop. Also there about fifty Jamie duplicates in various states of... Let's call them costumes, shall we? And said Jamie duplicates were now hollering in response. Much like a mating call of a beluga whale. Or a the endangered Kakapo.
Regardless, Mixmaster Jamie was laying down some funky grooves which consisted of him mostly scratching up vinyl records. "NOW GIVE IT UP FOR THE MAN WITH THE PLAN... MC JEFF!"
Jeff leapt into view... very far away, near the back of the class. He was wearing large MC Hammer pants, and... jutted his hips forward while waving around his arms. Then he hopped forward. More arm-waving. "CAN'T TOUCH THIS!" he yelled.
At which point several Jamies, also wearing parachute pants hopped up behind Jeff and began shuffling back and forth and generally bumping into each other because apparently they can't replicate MC Hammer's moves. However they were very good at wearing parachute pants.
"ALL RIGHT KIDS!" Mixmaster Jamie shouted. "YOUR ASSIGNMENT TODAY... IS TO GET FUNKY!"
Jeff, still - or rather, now - hopping up and down on one leg, then the other, stuck up both of his thumbs and grinned. "EVERYBODY, DO THE HAMSTER DANCE!" he added.
He did not trust himself to talk about anything else right now.
Yes. That was probably wise. Especially now that the dance version of the Hamsterdance was now blaring over the speakers.
Yes, kids. Your assignment is to dance. How hard could that be?
[OCD is up. Dance. Dance, I say.]
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