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Artie had a trashcan on his head. He was running into the walls of his office.

Look, you did office hours your way, he did his his way.

Date: 2010-05-21 10:05 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
"Oooo!" Dandelion said appearing at the door and covered in green paint. "Where do I get my trashcan?"

Date: 2010-05-21 10:13 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
Oooo. Good idea!

"Oooo. Good idea!" she exclaimed as she echoed the narrative in her head and dashed out of the room.

Date: 2010-05-21 10:24 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
And five minutes later the girl with pain all over her had returned with her own trashcan on her head.

"I have returned to help you!" She declared as she ran into the desk.
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Date: 2010-05-22 03:32 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
"I... AM... NOT... A... VIKING!" she shouted as she flailed around on the floor. "HOW DARE YOU INSINUATE SUCH A THING!"

Date: 2010-05-22 03:42 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
"Okay! I can live with that!" Dandelion said with a cheerful and complete turnabout in mood. "Arr! Booty! Rum! Scurvy! Syphilis!"

Date: 2010-05-22 03:58 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
And Dandelion would forget being called a viking when the next shiny thing came along.

"My trash can smells like pudding."

Date: 2010-05-22 04:03 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
"Now I want pudding," Dandelion decided. "And eye holes for my trash can. WAIT! No. Just the pudding. And a spoon."


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