Second Floor Common Room; Tuesday Evening [ 07/05 ].

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Butters was still pretty darn sure this wasn't a very good idea, but, as usual, Stan had convinced him otherwise, and so there they were, him, Stan, and Jim, in the common room with a brand sparkling new deep frying machine and about a dozen boxes of Twinkies.

Well, Butters was with the deep fryer and the Twinkies. Stan and Jim were over behind the couch, using it as a shield in case this goes horribly wrong and the Twinkies blew up everywhere. Butters was much less defended and was given the task of the actual deep frying.

Each Twinkie was held tentatively over the boiling, roiling oil before he dropped it in and then jumped back, arms up over his head with a little, "Ah!" A second would pass where he'd realize everything was okay, and take a peek at the snack cake floating inside. It was the same drill with each one, and so far, none had exploded or nothing else bad had happened and it should just be a few minutes before the first batch would be ready.

Boy, cooking sure was stressful!


[[ open common room is open, and Stan and Jim modded with permission! Come. Deep fried Twinkies for everyone! ]]

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[serial-quitter.livejournal.com]

"No lottery numbers, unfortunately," said Ryan with a smirk. "But on the closet issue, why would God put a closet there if He didn't intend for your roomie to sleep there?"

[regretiz4suckas.livejournal.com]

"Especially a tiny freshman boy one, who is perfectly happy to sleep there if he has a TV and fridge!" Kenzi concluded. "A moot point until he reappears. But maybe I'll decorate it for him. So he'll have a little habitat to come home to."

[serial-quitter.livejournal.com]

"Aw, that would be nice!" said Ryan. "Especially after he's gotten so used to the cozy confines of that locker. He'll feel totally at home in that closet."

[regretiz4suckas.livejournal.com]

Kenzi hands over a blackened-Cajun Twinkie and beams. "Exactly!"