Fourth Note: accidental audio
[OOC: Cut for length. Onizuka used with Al's permission.
Code:
Nick
Greg
Haku
Onizuka ]
So, Greg, funny story...
*silence*
... ne... big brother? *waving hand in front of his face*
*Snaps fingers a few times.* Huh...Data frozen?
No. *pokes his eye* *gets a grunt from him*
... uh. I think his brain shut down.
Huh...hold on I got a drink for this. *Runs into the kitchen, mixes alcohol, tabasco, vinegar, hot pepper, mayo and some other horrible things and comes back* Drink it down, buddy, it'll kick your brain into drive again.
*eying the drink like's gonna leap out and jump on his face* I don't think that's such a good id-
What... did you do... to my car?
Wai! He's alright! *hugs Greg. doesn't get a hug back*
... I told you it was a funny story.
Nick. This isn't funny.
*Slugs down the drink and turns his head blowing out a little flame before returning to Greg his eyes watering* Is that thing even insured after all you've let happen to it Greggo?
Do they even HAVE insurance here?! *kind of flailing*
Come on, Greg. It's just the windows. You can get 'em fixed. ... sure you don't wanna hear what happened?
*groans, face in his hands*
Neeee... guys. *pouting* I think he's really upset. Big brother, it really is just a car...
*sage nod* I know how you feel Greggo...but it's not like a motorcycle.
B-but Flynn made it custom for me...
Which is probably why it stood up so damn well to her... sonic... whatever screams.
Sonic... what?
... some one screaming did this?
Yeah. It was freaky.
Oooo Harpies...wait! Was it a plotmon? Man, Gobby and I ran into this freaky girl with a Plotmon once who just about busted my damn eardrums with her howling.
No, no. Had a... lizard-type one. Black and purple.
Huh...never seen one of those. Maybe she was a harpie.
Iunno. Don't harpies usually have wings? She looked like a normal girl... kinda gothic, then she got all upset and ran off, next thing I know she's got some cloak over her, screaming like a damn sonic boom and flying.
... Nick. What the HELL? How do you have this bad of luck?
Says the guy who got blown up.
You should get those parts checked to make sure none of them were from a Cresta. I tell you man Toyotas are cursed.
*Nick and Greg in unison* GMC.
Yeah but you don't know. They could have slipped like the tailpipe of a Cresta in there or something. I swear those things blow up when you look at them...let alone fall off a building onto one.
*staring*
He says things like that all the time. Our luck is nothing compared to what he's gotten himself in to.
Mhm. He's fallen off the roof of that school at least... two, three times...
I lost count...cuz see sometimes I jumped...you know to save someone.
*just shakes his head*
ANYWAY. What are we going to do about my car? You still don't have a job.
Oi. Greg. You can just have them replace the windows in the DATS garage. I can take a look at everything else.
Alright, fine. *mutter* I'm going back inside before an anvil falls on my head or something.
On YOU? Think about how I feel! I just wanted to apologize and she takes off like I went after her with a ... *voices fade as they walk in to the apartment, arguing.*
We need to lock those two away for their own safety...
I know a place that sells straight jackets and bondage gear...just sayin'. *Wink*
*laughs, baps his arm* Help me fix this beast and I'll consider it.
*Salutes* Yes mon capitan!
*click*
Code:
Nick
Greg
Haku
Onizuka ]
So, Greg, funny story...
*silence*
... ne... big brother? *waving hand in front of his face*
*Snaps fingers a few times.* Huh...Data frozen?
No. *pokes his eye* *gets a grunt from him*
... uh. I think his brain shut down.
Huh...hold on I got a drink for this. *Runs into the kitchen, mixes alcohol, tabasco, vinegar, hot pepper, mayo and some other horrible things and comes back* Drink it down, buddy, it'll kick your brain into drive again.
*eying the drink like's gonna leap out and jump on his face* I don't think that's such a good id-
What... did you do... to my car?
Wai! He's alright! *hugs Greg. doesn't get a hug back*
... I told you it was a funny story.
Nick. This isn't funny.
*Slugs down the drink and turns his head blowing out a little flame before returning to Greg his eyes watering* Is that thing even insured after all you've let happen to it Greggo?
Do they even HAVE insurance here?! *kind of flailing*
Come on, Greg. It's just the windows. You can get 'em fixed. ... sure you don't wanna hear what happened?
*groans, face in his hands*
Neeee... guys. *pouting* I think he's really upset. Big brother, it really is just a car...
*sage nod* I know how you feel Greggo...but it's not like a motorcycle.
B-but Flynn made it custom for me...
Which is probably why it stood up so damn well to her... sonic... whatever screams.
Sonic... what?
... some one screaming did this?
Yeah. It was freaky.
Oooo Harpies...wait! Was it a plotmon? Man, Gobby and I ran into this freaky girl with a Plotmon once who just about busted my damn eardrums with her howling.
No, no. Had a... lizard-type one. Black and purple.
Huh...never seen one of those. Maybe she was a harpie.
Iunno. Don't harpies usually have wings? She looked like a normal girl... kinda gothic, then she got all upset and ran off, next thing I know she's got some cloak over her, screaming like a damn sonic boom and flying.
... Nick. What the HELL? How do you have this bad of luck?
Says the guy who got blown up.
You should get those parts checked to make sure none of them were from a Cresta. I tell you man Toyotas are cursed.
*Nick and Greg in unison* GMC.
Yeah but you don't know. They could have slipped like the tailpipe of a Cresta in there or something. I swear those things blow up when you look at them...let alone fall off a building onto one.
*staring*
He says things like that all the time. Our luck is nothing compared to what he's gotten himself in to.
Mhm. He's fallen off the roof of that school at least... two, three times...
I lost count...cuz see sometimes I jumped...you know to save someone.
*just shakes his head*
ANYWAY. What are we going to do about my car? You still don't have a job.
Oi. Greg. You can just have them replace the windows in the DATS garage. I can take a look at everything else.
Alright, fine. *mutter* I'm going back inside before an anvil falls on my head or something.
On YOU? Think about how I feel! I just wanted to apologize and she takes off like I went after her with a ... *voices fade as they walk in to the apartment, arguing.*
We need to lock those two away for their own safety...
I know a place that sells straight jackets and bondage gear...just sayin'. *Wink*
*laughs, baps his arm* Help me fix this beast and I'll consider it.
*Salutes* Yes mon capitan!
*click*