Fourth Floor sometime in the afternoon

[bigfat-peter.livejournal.com]

Peter had found two nametags and pens stuck under his door. He didn't question who gave it to him, he merely saw it as a gift from god. He tossed one of the nametags onto Ranma's dresser and he began to write on his own...

Three minutes later Peter was out and about in the hallways. His nametag clearly said:
Hello I'm Peter Griffin
Show me your boobies!

He wandered the halls, looking for new people to meet. Peter loved meeting new people.

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[tyler-gone.livejournal.com]

Tyler grinned and cuffed the fat man on the arm. "Good luck with that," he said. "And if they try to beat you up, that's the price you'll pay, right?"

[bigfat-peter.livejournal.com]

"Hey, them beating me up is second base in my book." says Peter, who was used to being hit by women. "Best way to cop a feel."

[tyler-gone.livejournal.com]

"You are something else," Tyler said, mulling the idea over. Maybe if Marla ever came to Fandom, he could...

Nah.

"Let me know if it works. It's always good to know who the sluts are."

[bigfat-peter.livejournal.com]

"Can do, buddy. Us men have to look out for each other." he says "Some of them women here are scary. And they don't look like they could make a chicken pot pie to save their life."

[tyler-gone.livejournal.com]

"And what good is a girl who can't make chicken pot pie?" Tyler asked. "Anyhow. See you around, my man."

[bigfat-peter.livejournal.com]

"See ya Rupert!" said Peter cheerfully.