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fandomhighdorms2005-10-03 05:31 pm
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Arg!
After another heated run-in with Sara, Grissom heads back to his dorm room and dashes off a quick e-mail to his mother.
To: grissom.m@venicegallery.org
From: gil.grissom@fandomhigh.com
Subject: We need to talk.
We need to have a conversation. Call me ASAP. I have the TTY installed now.
Yes, you are in trouble.
-Gil
Satisfied, he sends it and notices some leftover donut sugar in his beard. He gets up to go to the bathroom to clean up, but hears something suspicious in the hall. He opens his door and ambles outside, only to find what looks like a dollar bill in the middle of the hallway. Bending over to pick it up, as soon as he touches it a huge boot attached to a long pole swings out of the ceiling heading directly for his ass. It clocks him square in the butt and he topples over onto his face, which is still covered in confectioners sugar. He rubs his sore behind and begins swearing like a sailor and muttering about fingerprinting the boot.
To: grissom.m@venicegallery.org
From: gil.grissom@fandomhigh.com
Subject: We need to talk.
We need to have a conversation. Call me ASAP. I have the TTY installed now.
Yes, you are in trouble.
-Gil
Satisfied, he sends it and notices some leftover donut sugar in his beard. He gets up to go to the bathroom to clean up, but hears something suspicious in the hall. He opens his door and ambles outside, only to find what looks like a dollar bill in the middle of the hallway. Bending over to pick it up, as soon as he touches it a huge boot attached to a long pole swings out of the ceiling heading directly for his ass. It clocks him square in the butt and he topples over onto his face, which is still covered in confectioners sugar. He rubs his sore behind and begins swearing like a sailor and muttering about fingerprinting the boot.