We all need to laugh.
Yall this aint no joke! I’ve almost been trampled before!
*increases steak consumption*
Edgar is in there to protect you
Is RT fandom co-opting posts, again?
Q:*throws hockey puck at chest * think fast wanna, we got practice and our team could use another player.
*jumps a little, juggling the pick around till he finally catches it.* yeah sure bro! S’long as ta other team doesn’t mind loosin!
He presses a flat palm against his face, scaling downwards with a groan. Cracking an eye open he veers in the direction of the looming shadow and clear source of speech, “I’m gonna.. need youse tuh’ shut da’ hell up. Cos’ I got one helluva’ hangover.”
Reid only sneered at Chris, moving out if the shadow of the doorway and across the room to the scouts bed. “Dat ain’t my problem.” He shrugged as he grabbed the desk chair and casually dragged it across the floor. He sat in front of Chris, propping his legs up on top of him.
"What you drink last night? Probably some radioactive cocktail of bonk an’ vodka I bet" he leaned back on his chair, balancing on the two back legs. "…And ya didn’t even invite me"