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fandomhighdorms2011-05-28 09:44 am
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Dorm Lobby, Saturday Afternoon
A trip to Japan might not have ended in some wacky adventures on a normal day, with people who weren't from Fandom or inclined to getting roped into insanity. It might have just ended with some sore feet from walking around and bad souvenirs being purchased.
But that was not to be for the group who had just returned from their little visit. Stan wearing very different clothing than he'd started with, Butters in what appeared to be a maid's outfit and some kitty ears, Toby missing a shoe and his shirt, Jim having some skillfully applied Kabuki make up on and Sam with a glittery eyepatch.
"You know, I've learned something today," Stan said, arms crossed over his chest. "The future may seem pretty cool with all the robots and cyborgs running around. But I've learned that they're just the same douches that have always been around. No one is better because they live in some fruity little cyber-punk world where people ask you what you'd do if you saw a turtle in the middle of the road. And just because you have the technology to heat Pop Tarts instantaneous in someone's chest cavity and create holographic images of sexual fetishs that no one needed to know existed, that doesn't mean you should. Because it's just freakin' weird and everything should be taken in moderation. Besides, it's just going to bite us in the ass in about ten years."
A beat.
"So let's never do this again. Ever. Ever."
Yes. That was a good moral, Stan.
[[For the guys with him, but open like a public place!]]
But that was not to be for the group who had just returned from their little visit. Stan wearing very different clothing than he'd started with, Butters in what appeared to be a maid's outfit and some kitty ears, Toby missing a shoe and his shirt, Jim having some skillfully applied Kabuki make up on and Sam with a glittery eyepatch.
"You know, I've learned something today," Stan said, arms crossed over his chest. "The future may seem pretty cool with all the robots and cyborgs running around. But I've learned that they're just the same douches that have always been around. No one is better because they live in some fruity little cyber-punk world where people ask you what you'd do if you saw a turtle in the middle of the road. And just because you have the technology to heat Pop Tarts instantaneous in someone's chest cavity and create holographic images of sexual fetishs that no one needed to know existed, that doesn't mean you should. Because it's just freakin' weird and everything should be taken in moderation. Besides, it's just going to bite us in the ass in about ten years."
A beat.
"So let's never do this again. Ever. Ever."
Yes. That was a good moral, Stan.
[[For the guys with him, but open like a public place!]]

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He had been politely trying to ignore that fact, in some sort of respect for Toby's decency. Because Butters, clearly, had so much of his still in tack as a maid-kitten.
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When they would have done that, around the running for their lives, was anybody's best guess. But it wouldn't be the worst idea shared today, Jim figured.
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...Not dirty. That was another person entirely.
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Really, Japan was a terrifying place. Terrifying.
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Japan was so not on his list of top places to visit again in the future.
"Did anybody even see what happened to the Pop Tarts, after the turtle got to them?"
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"So, remind me to add Pop Tarts to my brand new list of local wildlife to never take home as a pet," he requested, wide-eyed.
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"The other one. That one with the chocolate sprinkles."
Jim had known what chocolate was for all of three weeks, now. And he was already vowing to never eat it again. Ever.
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"I sure wish I'd known that cyborgs had a weak spot for kitten-maid earlier," he muttered, shaking his head. "Else I'd have never put this on in the first place..."
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There was a slight pause.
"I mean, if it were on a girl and everything."
Despite the disclaimer, there might have been a little pose thrown in. See, Stan? Don't you think it's cute? DON'T YOU?
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And he really couldn't remember why he was wearing the stupid heart shaped eyepatch over an eye that didn't even need it. Honestly, Sam couldn't even really remember what had just happened out there.
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"I could have done a way better job on that," he shared.
... What? Those rockets were totally cheap-looking.
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