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itsjustcambot2012-08-16 08:58 am
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Endless stickers
[Tom runs onscreen, looking terrified. He is currently covered from head to toe in...stickers. Sparkly stickers, puffy stickers, hologram stickers, you name it.]
Tom: H...guys, you gotta hide me! Crow discovered an entire closet full of girly Lisa Frank stickers out in the hall, and now he's gone totally nuts and is treating me like a sticker book! If I don't escape, I'll be covered in sticker glue for the rest of my natural life!
Crow: [From offscreen] Servoooo!
Tom: AAAH! Here he comes! [Tom immediately flees from view.]
[Crow comes onscreen, carrying several packs of puffy stickers. He looks way too excited.]
Crow: Servo! Oh, Seeeervoooo! I found some dolphin stickers! I wanna see how these look on your lower back!
[But Tom has long fled. Crow looks around for him.]
Crow: Servoooo? Where'd you go? [Then he notices Cambot.] Oh well. HEY, I know! Whoooo out there wants some puffy stickers?
Tom: H...guys, you gotta hide me! Crow discovered an entire closet full of girly Lisa Frank stickers out in the hall, and now he's gone totally nuts and is treating me like a sticker book! If I don't escape, I'll be covered in sticker glue for the rest of my natural life!
Crow: [From offscreen] Servoooo!
Tom: AAAH! Here he comes! [Tom immediately flees from view.]
[Crow comes onscreen, carrying several packs of puffy stickers. He looks way too excited.]
Crow: Servo! Oh, Seeeervoooo! I found some dolphin stickers! I wanna see how these look on your lower back!
[But Tom has long fled. Crow looks around for him.]
Crow: Servoooo? Where'd you go? [Then he notices Cambot.] Oh well. HEY, I know! Whoooo out there wants some puffy stickers?
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[Crow jumps up, and manages to place one right on his forehead!]
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[He falls backwards as the sticker hits his head as if it were a gunshot wound. Hitting the floor, he spasms a moment, then goes rigid and flops over, motionless.]
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[And Crow runs off, cackling to himself.]
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