The grounds, Tuesday afternoon

[forgottenpants]

Pete was working very diligently on a large, wood-framed something-or-other. He even tended to giggle gleefully to himself on occasion. The workmanship was suprisingly painstaking, as he tried to hammer together the two-by-fours and scraps of treebranch.

It wasn't necessarily going very well, though.

[ooc: we've got a whole lot of not much going on at work. Come and gawk!]

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[l1ttle-billy.livejournal.com]

"What in the heck is this gonna be? A trojan rabbit?"

[forgottenpants]

Pete rolled his eyes. "No, it ain't. Don't you know anything?"

[l1ttle-billy.livejournal.com]

"Plenty. Just not neccesarily what you're trying to build."

[forgottenpants]

"Well, I think that's perfectly obvious to anyone with even half a brain." Pete continued to hammer away. "Trojan rabbit indeed."

[l1ttle-billy.livejournal.com]

Billy re-examined the structure. "Giant slingshot?"

[forgottenpants]

"Pfffft," said Pete, though that was close.

[l1ttle-billy.livejournal.com]

"Primitive Surface to Air Missile Launcher?"

[forgottenpants]

"You think you're damned funny, don'tcha. You're incorrect."

[l1ttle-billy.livejournal.com]

"Pre-Gun Powder Human Cannonball?" Billy went on.

[forgottenpants]

Pete rolled his eyes, dropped his hammer to the side, and turned to face Billy. "You're wrong. You're going to continue to be wrong because you obviously have no clue that this is a classically designed and perfectly executed tree-butch-et, and you obviously are not familiar enough with the more elegant matters of weaponry. So please be quiet and leave me to work on my creation in peace, comprender?"

[l1ttle-billy.livejournal.com]

Tree...butch... "It's a sophisticated logging machine?"

[forgottenpants]

"Why don't you just make yourself useful and get lost?"

[l1ttle-billy.livejournal.com]

"I'm sure I'll know it when it's done." Billy said. "But I'll let you get back to it."

[forgottenpants]

"Mi mure my mow mit men mits mone," Pete mocked in a high-squeaky voice under his breath as he returned to hammering at the thing.

[l1ttle-billy.livejournal.com]

Billy had started to walk away, but turned back. "What?" Was that english?

[forgottenpants]

Pete made shooing motions at him without turning.

[l1ttle-billy.livejournal.com]

Billy shook his head. Fandom had driven the cowboy insane. Very sad.

[forgottenpants]

Driven? An outside observer would probably point out that Pete showed up at Fandom insane.

Pete would probably just rant at both of them to stop bothering him while he was working on his precious seige machine.