Jack is currently standing in the hallway in front of his door, he has a sledge-hammer slung over his shoulder and loudly announces to the hallway:
"Any of you guys who wants to help break down a wall is free to come help! Just come on in and start helping!"
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*arranges bed and stuff in new position*
This room is.. big. We could probably fit a couple more people in here. Or play half-court street hockey.
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You are the goalie of my heartno subject
You are the Hat Trick of my Soulno subject
My Mun has exauhsted her knowledge of hockey in one sentence. Bad mun!In this pond we call life you are my Billy the Big-Mouthed Bassno subject
You are the kevlar in the vest that I keep close to my heart.no subject
In a world of crop-dusters you are my F-117 Nighthawk (http://www.angelfire.com/ky/SovietAndOthers/nhawk.html)no subject
score pointsbe a nice guy.That's not my sidearm.no subject
Ooh baby right there[OOC: Crap. Must sleep. Have to be up for Psych in 5 hours. Continue tomorrow?]
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from wherever she isjust long enough to claim dibs* *wrinkles her nose at hockey metaphors and goes back to sleep*