So, the
trip to Hell had been a bust. Bucky had spent the whole time strapped to some loser, so he hadn't been able to do anything
fun. Or anything clever, or sneaky.
So now he'd had to rip up the big glitter-covered "DEMAN B@BY 4 SALe" sign he'd spent hours making. Maybe he'd get a chance to kidnap one NEXT time they went to Hell. Life sucked.
At least there were other things to distract himself with. For instance, his new invention, the... well, he wasn't sure what it was going to be, just yet. He'd gotten out a toolbox and completely disassembled the common room's blender, and then stapled some of the pieces to a stale fruitcake and tied it all up with string. This was going to change the world, he was sure of it -- he just needed to figure out what it was, first.
(Open common room is open!)