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tatooine_doofusManly, the World's Most Awesome Stud (did you wake up with two hot chicks yesterday? Did you? No. He didn't think you had.), strutted down the hallway shirtless.
Not because he couldn't find his shirt, mind (although he couldn't), but because you should be so lucky to see his awesome body. Because it was awesome.
Pay no attention to the part where the jeans he was in seemed to be meant for someone almost a foot taller than he was. Manly certainly had.
[locked to someone in particular, then open, open, open.]
Not because he couldn't find his shirt, mind (although he couldn't), but because you should be so lucky to see his awesome body. Because it was awesome.
Pay no attention to the part where the jeans he was in seemed to be meant for someone almost a foot taller than he was. Manly certainly had.
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Date: 2007-09-30 08:11 pm (UTC)Artoo zapped him again. Hard.
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Date: 2007-09-30 08:18 pm (UTC)Oooh. Pants that would fit. Excellent.
He decided to forgo the shirt, though. No reason to deprive the place of his awesomeness.
After a few more minutes of searching, he'd discovered a weird animal in the corner that seemed to hate him, and enough pieces of paper on his desk with "Luke Skywalker" on them to convince him that was probably his name.
He was okay with that. It was kind of an awesome name.
Artoo, grumbling to himself, retreated to a corner to recharge his battery.