Victory Party in the Common Room

[oatmanspatient.livejournal.com]

[OOC: Yeah... Of course I come online as soon as Ash makes off with the big boomstick thingie.]

Beverages and Food line the common room. Kick back and enjoy kids.

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[oatmanspatient.livejournal.com]

Marty drinks his next shot and hands Scooter another drink.

"You're talking to a guy who adopted a muppet chicken and the next day was channeling Principal Connor. Nothing can shock me after that."

[sonofaparrotman.livejournal.com]

"You should meet my friend, Gonzo - that sounds like a day straight out of his life. Well, without the getting shot out of cannons part." Scooter smiles, fondly, then starts downing his series of shots, one after another. He'll get to his drink refill in a moment.

[oatmanspatient.livejournal.com]

Marty matches Scooter shot for shot.

[sonofaparrotman.livejournal.com]

Scooter finishes off his first series, then refills the row of shot-glasses. He's never had this much alcohol before, but it doesn't seem to be having much effect, so he thinks the thing to do is keep drinking. First he'll dispose of that third drink that's been waiting for him, though. He raises it in a toast, then knocks it back just as efficiently as he had the others. "Doesn't matter if they're boiled or flambeed or spitted. The only good zombie is a dead zombie."

[oatmanspatient.livejournal.com]

Marty gives him a confused/drunk look.

"Aren't they already dead?"

[sonofaparrotman.livejournal.com]

Scooter waves this objection aside. "Really dead. Whatever." He does another shot or two. "Point is . . . " He stops to think for a moment. "As long as they're moving they're nothing but trouble. Almost as bad as a horde of toddlers on a sugar-high."

[oatmanspatient.livejournal.com]

Marty weighs the options in his mind.

"That depends. Am I in charge of changing the diapers? Because if so I'll take the zombies."

[sonofaparrotman.livejournal.com]

"Yeah. Diapers. And getting them down for their naps. And making sure they eat their cooked carrots. And stopping them hitting eachother with their toys." Scooter pauses in his recitation of all the things taking care of the horde of overstimulated toddlers would entail. He does another shot. "You'd even have to watch Teletubbies with them. Over. And over. And over again."

[oatmanspatient.livejournal.com]

Marty does two more shots and shudders at the horror. Yeah. Zombies. Definitely zombies.

[sonofaparrotman.livejournal.com]

Scooter does another shot, then continues the conversation as though Marty had actually spoken. "Personally? I'd prefer to not have to deal with either. Or to have either of them turn up in my lunch." He knows exactly how flexible the Chef's definition of food is - he's had to rescue more than one friend from his single-minded quest to roast them or turn them into stew.

[oatmanspatient.livejournal.com]

"Well before he showed up, I'm pretty sure they were serving gremlin. Anything he makes, I assure you is an improvement."

[sonofaparrotman.livejournal.com]

"Don't let him know about those, then. Otherwise it'll be gremlin-and-zombie cassoulet for a week." Scooter does three shots in a row in an effort to rid himself of this image. "He is a good cook, though. Just a little bit . . . different."

[oatmanspatient.livejournal.com]

"I'm going to stop call you Scooter and start calling you 'Master of the Understatement'".

[OOC: Tired. Need Sleep. Going to bed.]

[sonofaparrotman.livejournal.com]

Scooter bows, showily. Then toasts Marty with a shot-glass. "Someone has to be." Not that he could balance out the rest of the cast's drama all on his own, but . . . it was a start. He drains the shot-glass and contemplates the once again empty row of glasses and the pretty much empty bottle, then finishes the bottle and looks around to see if there was any more to be had. "Think I'll go find some more of this. 'S good." Then he's gone, lost in the crowd.

[OOC: me too. been a long night. cheers, though. this was some good crack.]