Ffth floor common room, Sunday Morn

[sarcasm-guy.livejournal.com]

Sokka sat down and surveyed the setup he had go'n on.

Huge bowl of popcorn? (Complete w/ Momo Jr. backstroke'n away?) Check.

HUGE glass of soda? Check.

Remote control? Check.

Wormhole: Xtreme marathon? Check.

So why'd he feel as though someth'n were very, very, VERY wrong here?


[So very open. This post (except for this note here) is COMPLETELY DEVOID OF THE LETTER 'I'. Enjoy!]

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[scary-jeff.livejournal.com]

"You know," Jeff opined, strolling into the common room in an idle kind of way, "'Wormhole: Xtreme' really doesn't measure up with the classics. I mean, where are the giant women?"

[sarcasm-guy.livejournal.com]

"The what now?" Sokka asked. "Uh... what show had g-- g-- really large women on 't?"

Sokka frowned. He'd never really stuttered before.

[scary-jeff.livejournal.com]

"Not a show," Jeff said, with that certain air of knowledge, and clumsily jumped over the couch.

He faceplanted in the seat. "...movie," he mumbled.

[sarcasm-guy.livejournal.com]

"Careful, there," Sokka told Jeff. "You don't want to hurt yourself."

[scary-jeff.livejournal.com]

"I'm fine," he croaked, scrambling into a sitting position. "...I was talking about the film."

[sarcasm-guy.livejournal.com]

"Yuh-huh," Sokka agreed. "And then you fell over. So... What about the f-- the mov-- the THAT?" He asked. "Do you have 't on tape? Could be fun."

[scary-jeff.livejournal.com]

"I do!" Jeff said, grinning. The idea that Sokka was talking kinda funny was slowly penetrating his mind, but it hadn't quite reached it just yet. Movies tended to be distracting. "Attack of the Really Tall Women. It's got these 60-foot tall women rampaging through Manhattan."

[sarcasm-guy.livejournal.com]

"S-- s'x--- 60-foot tall women? That we gotta see."

Sokka frowned, stuck 's tongue out, and started stretching those jaw muscles. Momo Jr. looked up from the popcorn bowl and chomped on 's hand affect'nately.

[scary-jeff.livejournal.com]

Jeff grinned. It was an audible kind of grin. "In bikinis!"

He paused as his mind suddenly fed him vital information. "...Are you having a chewing gum problem?"

[the_merriest]

"What class'cs?" R'kku asked, frown'ng a b-- ... a l-- .... a small amount. "Sorry, my words are funny today."

Hey, no Is in that!

[scary-jeff.livejournal.com]

"Oh, you know, like the Globule and--"

Jeff sat up. Tensely.

"...Globules!"

[the_merriest]

"Globules?" R'kku frowned. "Don't ... know what those are?"

At least it was a word without an I.

[scary-jeff.livejournal.com]

"They are sort of attached to your chest," Jeff said, tilting his head and oh wait what did you just say, Jeffrey? "...A chest! In the movie! They're doing a sequel and there's-- globules on a chest! A wooden one! Not like..." he gestured at her busom.

[the_merriest]

"My boobs?" R'kku stared down at them. "They're k'nda t-- ... small, aren't they?"

[scary-jeff.livejournal.com]

"But they're present!" Jeff said, helpfully.

Very helpful, Jeff.

[the_merriest]

"They don't usually take off," she volunteered. "Except the day we were all guys."

[scary-jeff.livejournal.com]

"That's what I mean," Jeff said, gesturing entirely too much for any sane person to understand, "Breasts don't just take off and leave, even if they are a bit pint-sized, do they? So you have very present breasts, because they're not gone. You're not a bloke!"

He laughed nervously. He wished Turtle was here. Maybe then he'd stop talking.

[the_merriest]

"'Ve never seen th's show," R'kku announced. She looked around oddly. "Wa't, what'd you do?"

Her words were com'ng out all ... funny.

[sarcasm-guy.livejournal.com]

"ME!??! What makes you th-- Where'd you get the -- 'S NOT MY FAULT!!!"

[the_merriest]

"You were here f-- ... before me," she stated. "So ... not me. Me's fault. You know what ... try to say!"

Grammar: broken.

[sarcasm-guy.livejournal.com]

Sokka cocked an eyebrow. "Yeah, but you've got 't worse! Maybe you started 't before you even GOT here!"

[the_merriest]

"Do not!" she yelled. "Was f-- ... totally okay before ... here! You're do'ng this on purpose!"

[sarcasm-guy.livejournal.com]

"Am NOT!!!" Sokka yelled.

Then he harrumphed. "Momohead?" he asked, as he grabbed the rodent. He held Momo Jr. up between them, and the rodent looked around a bit and then gnawed on Sokka's hand. "Ouch! He says that 's ne-- n-- not your OR my fault. 's just Fandom."

[the_merriest]

"Your ch-- ... ch-- ..." She made a face. "Your Momo's psych'c?"

Wow, that sounded like she'd just coughed up something unpleasant.

[sarcasm-guy.livejournal.com]

"Oh, yes," Sokka answered gravely. "He knows all. He sees all. He tells all. He does the backstroke 'n food."