[itp: the mingliest of fridays]

[crisscrossing]

[HEY, GUESS WHAT. It's Friday. You can tell, because the toucans seem to be stuck on repeat.

Despite that, it's like a nice, balmy night in everyone's home away from home, trusty ol' Camp Fuck You Die! So what are you up to this fine evening? Which seat will you take?]

(( DAY IN THE LIFE POST go nuts ))

Comments

[knivestomeatyou]

[I am so close to stabbing them with Kikumatsu]

[knivestomeatyou]

It's a TV show for little kids could be one reason.

[ridestherider]

Not so much, I'm afraid. I'm the genuine article, and there are several others here, as well. At least eight or so.

[knivestomeatyou]

Not surprising. It's been going since decades ago. I expect there are a lot of you guys if you really aren't an actor.

[ridestherider]

I'm not an actor! None of us are.

And you should watch how you say that. How would you feel if I kept accusing you of being fake?

[knivestomeatyou]

Maybe I am fake, but I don't have time to contemplate my existence. There are things real to me I need to do.

[ridestherider]

Neither do I, but not all of us are so flippant about being told we aren't real.

[knivestomeatyou]

Surprising, even heroes are human... some of them.

[ridestherider]

"Even heroes," what's that supposed to mean, exactly?

[knivestomeatyou]

Do you enjoy taking everything as a shot to the pride?

[ridestherider]

Dunno, do you enjoy being a stuck-up jerk with an attitude problem?

[knivestomeatyou]

You're the one being defensive here.

[ridestherider]

And you're the one running his mouth like it's alright to just say anything. Who are you, exactly?

[knivestomeatyou]

Katsuragi Shuugo, president of the first year class of Delicious Gakuin and Japanese Cuisine specialist, Ms Kamen Rider.

[ridestherider]

[Hold it. Hold the fucking phone.]

Katsuragi ... Shuugo? Delicious Gakuin?

[knivestomeatyou]

That's what I said, yes.