Dec 18, 2009 22:53
One of the Nexus's many couches is occupied by a short, blond, human male, busy working on a strange cylindrical device. A similar device sits in his lap and there are parts strewn everywhere. He chews on his lower lip as he fiddles and fusses, making a frustrate sounds in the back of his throat. In the end, he throws it to the ground and a burst of glittery black dust bursts from the device, enveloping him in a thick cloud of smoke.
"Slaaaaag," he groans, coughing as he waves the cloud away. "Now 'm gonna be stuck like dis even longa'." Sigh.
Leaning over to pick the device back up, Rattrap turns his attention to the Nexus, flashing a wry grin. "So here I am, LOL'd again. Ya'd think I did on purpose, th' way it keeps happenin'. Ain't my fault dis time, though. Buddy 'a mine picked up dis holo-transmitter an' got himself LOL'd. He threw it at me when I laughed at 'im." He snickers, shrugging one shoulder. "So anyway, was wond'rin' if I was th' only one who got a kick outta dis stuff. Whaddya do when y'get hit wit' a LOL; laugh it off, like th' name suggests, or d'ya curse an' grumble 'til it wears off?"
As an after thought, he holds up the device and adds, "Anyone know anythin' 'bout makin' LOLs, by th' way? Dere's a certain mutt I owe a LOL 'r two ta, an' I wanned ta hit 'im wit' somethin' original."