[Over at 7132 Brooks Lane, Picky is about to get started on a glorious fall Saturday of youthful antics and whatnot. He notices the package on his way out the door, and stops to check it out.]
Huh... "To my loving neighbor"...?
[Was this like getting back something good in the mail? He picked up the box to shake it, finding it surprisingly heavy. And weirdly weighted.
Never mind waiting for Key-Fu to come see was up. He found it first, he had first dibs! He picked apart any tape and ribbons, undid any paper as neatly as he could, opened it and moved the plastic aside...]
AAAAAAAAAAAAHH!!!
[...and dropped the package as soon as he saw the head. The scream can totally be heard up and down the street.]
Huh... "To my loving neighbor"...?
[Was this like getting back something good in the mail? He picked up the box to shake it, finding it surprisingly heavy. And weirdly weighted.
Never mind waiting for Key-Fu to come see was up. He found it first, he had first dibs! He picked apart any tape and ribbons, undid any paper as neatly as he could, opened it and moved the plastic aside...]
AAAAAAAAAAAAHH!!!
[...and dropped the package as soon as he saw the head. The scream can totally be heard up and down the street.]
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