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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

[liefeldisgod.livejournal.com]

Don't knock it 'till you've tried it, dude!

[game-over-pal.livejournal.com]

You can't be serious.

[liefeldisgod.livejournal.com]

Naw, really! Shades make you the coolest cat on the block! I read it in a magazine and everything, man!

[game-over-pal.livejournal.com]

I'm not a cat.

[liefeldisgod.livejournal.com]

You know what I mean, man!

[game-over-pal.livejournal.com]

I don't understand you at all.

[liefeldisgod.livejournal.com]

...Yeah, I get that a lot.

[game-over-pal.livejournal.com]

Also not surprising.

[liefeldisgod.livejournal.com]

[Poor 90s Kid, nobody likes him.]

[game-over-pal.livejournal.com]

[turn your hat around you big jerk >8U]

[liefeldisgod.livejournal.com]

[Hey, who's the bigger jerk here?

And why does everybody pick on the hat? He likes this hat! >8(]

[game-over-pal.livejournal.com]

[fair enough 8(

THAT HAT IS UGLY YOU ARE UGLY IN THAT HAT]

[liefeldisgod.livejournal.com]

[SOB Y YOU GOTTA BE SO MEAN]

[game-over-pal.livejournal.com]

[BECAUSE THE WRITERS MADE ME THAT WAY]