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[liefeldisgod.livejournal.com]

[This is Cambot just making his rounds on the media deck. Nothing really to see here, just halls of bad books and music--

what's THIS? He suddenly backtracks a few paces and turns, pointing at a case of Rebecca Black CDs, then at the floor, where a teenage boy (who looks strangely like a young Linkara) in an orange cap and shades is sitting, staring at his hand under the light, all asparkle.]

Duuuuuude.

[He spends at least a minute watching his hand, mesmerized, then he feels he's being watched and looks up at Cambot.]

Whoa! Where'd you come from? Don't sneak up on a guy, dude!

[A pause, then he suddenly gets all up in Cambot's grill with an excited grin.]

Are you taping me, man? AWESOME! I'M ON TV!

[Ladies and gentlemen, meet 90s Kid.]

Comments

[verygassy.livejournal.com]

. . .Thank you?



Do you need someone to come make sure you're ok?

[liefeldisgod.livejournal.com]

Why? I'm totally fine!

Well except for this sparkling thing. What's up with that? It's kinda neat.

[iamaman-punch.livejournal.com]

Thaaaaaat's not me. Just so you know.

[verygassy.livejournal.com]

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Um. Oh.

[Aaaand she quickly drops the straitjacket in her hands.]

Eeheh...

[iamaman-punch.livejournal.com]

[He sees what you did there and rather approves.]

Hey, if you can get that on him and keep it on, go for it.

[punsofiron.livejournal.com]

[Liz approves too.]

Think they'd have any tranquilizers in the weapons deck?

[verygassy.livejournal.com]

I don't know. I'd have to check!

[Watch, she'll end up putting this thing on the wrong person.]