Office Hours, Friday
Jan. 22nd, 2010 06:36 pmOnce Deadpool remembered he had an office, there he was. Playing minesweeper like a freakin' champ.
This attempt at beating his high score was, of course, ruined by the appearance of something small and anime-lookin' staring at him from the corner of his desk.
"...what? I don't have any food."
There was no response from the possible Pokemon.
"Do I need to shove you into a tiny ball or something? Use you to fight battles for me like Michael Vick? I could, I guess."
That would be the thing backing away slowly now.
"Come back! I need to kick that bastard Gary's bitch ass!"
[[...idek]]
This attempt at beating his high score was, of course, ruined by the appearance of something small and anime-lookin' staring at him from the corner of his desk.
"...what? I don't have any food."
There was no response from the possible Pokemon.
"Do I need to shove you into a tiny ball or something? Use you to fight battles for me like Michael Vick? I could, I guess."
That would be the thing backing away slowly now.
"Come back! I need to kick that bastard Gary's bitch ass!"
[[...idek]]