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[eyeofwildtiger]

[Who is this masked man, wearing a crappy spandex outfit, glowing blue, and lifting two huge dumbbells, one in each hand, as if they were hand weights? That beard might look kinda familiar... Anyway, he doesn't notice Cambot at the moment.]

That's two minutes and counting! Good sign, good sign...

[He continues lifting and counting the seconds, still oblivious that he's being filmed.]

Two thirty... two thirty one... two thirty three...

((OOC: ...no, I don't know where the crapsuit came from. Due to Clark Kenting, feel free to recognize him, if you wish. Or don't. Whichever way works best. :3))

Comments

[punsofiron]

I'm guessing back home your friends were far less genre-savvy.

And not, you know, randomly given mind-reading powers.

[eyeofwildtiger]

More like they were the same way. Most of 'em. [Yeesh, I think Kaede's the only person who really didn't.]

...ah, well, there's that. [Ugh, mind reading... Flashes of an old fight flash through his mind. Nothing personal towards Liz, just bad memories.]

[punsofiron]

[She shrugs apologetically] Sorry. If I knew how to control it I would. You think I want everyone else's earworms?

[eyeofwildtiger]

...earworms? [Eeeew, sounds gross.]

[punsofiron]

Y'know, those annoying songs that get stuck in your head all the time.

[eyeofwildtiger]

Ooooh. Those.

[punsofiron]

Yeah. Try having twenty or so different ones in your head all day.

[eyeofwildtiger]

[BRB, he's subconsciously trying to think of the worst ones he knows...]

[punsofiron]

[...Well thanks for that bro. She knows you're just trying to block out whatever you're thinking but geez.]

[eyeofwildtiger]

[...and realizes what he's doing and tries to think of something else. Which is pretty much, at the moment: Something else! Something else! What else can I think of? Aaah!] Ah! Sorry, sorry!