The Stockroom of After Hours (Invite or Ask)

Well that's a bad topic. All fandoms are pretty stupid. Even for good stuff.
 
:: reaches under the cot and extricates a cricket bat and twirls this from side to side through her fingers, using the knuckle of the thumb of her free hand to push her spectacles back into place... ::

Leave my uncouth lusts out of this, E.

This is about fandoms, let's keep it about fandoms, are we green?
Duct tapes Ahren mouth.

Let 'em fight!
 
:: reaches under the cot and extricates a cricket bat and twirls this from side to side through her fingers, using the knuckle of the thumb of her free hand to push her spectacles back into place... ::

Leave my uncouth lusts out of this, E.

This is about fandoms, let's keep it about fandoms, are we green?

*blinks* Oh, so we're going to play like that, huh? Okay, fine!

*Quickly makes his way for Lily's many boxes of toys, finding a pair of phallic shaped hard plastic objects with a chain connecting them and using it as a pair of awkwardly shaped nunchucks* Fandoms it is, then. Also no hitting below the belt or to other sensitive regions. And if you do, then you must make up for it afterward when the Stockroom's not so crowded and being used as a battlefield.

Also, loser has to give up their Bone comics.
 
*pulls it off.*

Well fi.. ow- fine. I guess I am curious about what the hell they're arguing about exactly anyway.

JUST START ALREADY YOU FUCKS.
 
*waiting for Chas to make the first move, glancing over his shoulder at Ahren and O* Are we gonna need to let you two fight it out next?
 
I only have a copy of "Old Man's Cave."

Somebody at work borrowed my complete volume and still hasn't read it, still hasn't returned it, so I wouldn't have to give up much.

:: bringing the bat up to her shoulder she grimaces, narrows her gaze ::

Besides.

McFARLANE EPITOMISES EVERYTHING BAD ABOUT '90's COMICS ANTIHEROES!

:: and with that, she slashes the flat of the bat for the side of his face... ::
 
Huggles the flea to her chest and sighs.

I miss Dax.

Haha, there's a surprise.

Shuts up and watches the action.
 
I only have a copy of "Old Man's Cave."

Somebody at work borrowed my complete volume and still hasn't read it, still hasn't returned it, so I wouldn't have to give up much.

Oh. In that case, the Bone bet's off, since I'm not putting up my complete series set for just that. Yeesh, what a ripoff.

*Swings the dildochucks around, getting into a striking position, getting ready to dodge the first move and then go in for the quick kill*

:: bringing the bat up to her shoulder she grimaces, narrows her gaze ::

Besides.

McFARLANE EPITOMISES EVERYTHING BAD ABOUT '90's COMICS ANTIHEROES!

*Stops in his tracks and fumes in anger, gnashing teeth while his eyebrow twitches* WHAT DID YOU SAY?!

:: and with that, she slashes the flat of the bat for the side of his face... ::

*And is promptly caught off guard and spins in place from the slash across his face, looking dazed as he points up at cartoonish stars dancing around his head* Look, stars! Ready when you are, Raoul.

*Collapses*
 
*And is promptly caught off guard and spins in place from the slash across his face, looking dazed as he points up at cartoonish stars dancing around his head* Look, stars! Ready when you are, Raoul.

*Collapses*

:: stands there blinking for a moment and lowers the bat ::

Oh, erm.

I suppose I should say something about men always having a quick finish and then taking a nap?

But for some reason I, uh.

:: pokes Eazy with the bat, wondering if he's faking ::

"Victor Hugo once got so mad he threw a baseball through a dog."
 
:: stands there blinking for a moment and lowers the bat ::

Oh, erm.

I suppose I should say something about men always having a quick finish and then taking a nap?

But for some reason I, uh.

:: pokes Eazy with the bat, wondering if he's faking ::

"Victor Hugo once got so mad he threw a baseball through a dog."

That scene....did amuse me.... *He says through his fog of unconsciousness, twitching slightly from the poking, until finally stirring awake*

Ow...what hit me... *rubbing his head and then looking up, narrowing his eyes* Oh, right. The cheap shot artist. You better not have cracked my goggles.

*glances over once more* And no comments from the peanut gallery.
 
That scene....did amuse me.... *He says through his fog of unconsciousness, twitching slightly from the poking, until finally stirring awake*

Ow...what hit me... *rubbing his head and then looking up, narrowing his eyes* Oh, right. The cheap shot artist. You better not have cracked my goggles.

*glances over once more* And no comments from the peanut gallery.

It was a fandom argument taking the form of a metaphorical dukefest. :: frowns, offering E a hand up ::

Each virtual physical strike is accompanied by a statement of opinion regarding the other's pop-cultural tastes. Like if I were to slam Pearl Forrester for ruining Clayton, I'd call that out at the same time as a left hook.

(Seriously, I didn't expect that one to get your goat so quick.)
 
It was a fandom argument taking the form of a metaphorical dukefest. :: frowns, offering E a hand up ::

Each virtual physical strike is accompanied by a statement of opinion regarding the other's pop-cultural tastes. Like if I were to slam Pearl Forrester for ruining Clayton, I'd call that out at the same time as a left hook.

(Seriously, I didn't expect that one to get your goat so quick.)

And I'd say that I somewhat agree with this, but found her a lot more tolerable once it was her, Bobo and Observer. Dr. Forrester just wasn't the same without TV's Frank to act as his dimwitted assistant, though.

But I'd also say you're still a big meanie. Especially after your crack about men not lasting long. *glares and ignores the offer of help, instead crawling off to curl up on a mattress and soothe his broken pride*
 
And I'd say that I somewhat agree with this, but found her a lot more tolerable once it was her, Bobo and Observer. Dr. Forrester just wasn't the same without TV's Frank to act as his dimwitted assistant, though.

But I'd also say you're still a big meanie. Especially after your crack about men not lasting long. *glares and ignores the offer of help, instead crawling off to curl up on a mattress and soothe his broken pride*

:: sits beside him and puts the bat across her knees, leaning her head on his shoulder ::

All the same, my favourite episode from that era is always going to be the one that guest-starred Joel and Frank. It just wasn't the same without Joel, and Frank was made of win.

Bobo and Observer were great, particularly in the episode where everyone gets taken over by pod-people, another favourite, and Bobo gets to go all Klingon Gorilla on the mother pod. But Pearl was just... meh. A wannabe Distaff Counterpart Doctor Doom.

I'm sorry if I cracked your goggles. But at the same time, I don't think I can afford to replace my glasses right now so I'm kind of glad it wasn't the other way around. (I hope that doesn't make me a supervillain.)
 
*Comes in, locks down, turns the lights off and buries in the bed*
Nothing is ever, ever simple.

He sneaks in after her and tucks her in.


...

And then he gives her rump a little pinch after kissing her ear.

"Don't know what the deal is, Lily, but I'll break my own little rule and tell you that I hope it works out."
 
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