Good evening, Fandom. I hope this Wednesday finds you fine and untroubled. We've earned this... relative... calm. I'd like you all to meet my 'co-host' for the evening.Reno:
Chuck Norris, yo! Heh. It's been a while since I was in here. I'm startin' to forget what all these fiddly little buttons do, zoto. Oooh. But the rum, that I remember. *sloshy*Arthur:
The rum is a kind mistress. Last week's troubles, as well as the harpies before it, were grave. We did well, and withstood the horrors in the end, but that doesn't mean we should simply sit and wait for the next to come to this castle. As such, next Tuesday afternoon, Reno and I would like to speak with any of you who might be interested in training to fight together
, as well as individually. There's no reason we should stand alone.Reno:
Remember, kids, only Chuck Norris can stand alone through a zombie apocalypse. He just roundhouse kicks the air, and... yeah. I dunno. I was better at comin' up with this stuff when I was wearin' the cowboy hat, yo. Anyhow, we can use anyone willin' to work as a team in case of another dangerous invasion. I'm graduatin' soon. I can't keep comin' back here to save all your sorry butts all the time, you know. *Sloshy*Arthur:
What the man said. Tuesday afternoon, behind the dorms. Now... on to the notes of the day. ( Two (Awesome) Drunken (Kickass) Lads (Who Will Kick Your Arse) Radio. )Arthur:
I believe that's it for this Wednesday.
Merlin, don't give me that look. Did you bring herbs? Go and fetch me that water.
*slam* *audible eye-rolling*Reno:
It's too late for me to ask him to get me some more rum, huh?Arthur:
I'm sure he'd be in some kind of girly sulk about it if you did. Thank you for your help.Reno:
No problem, yo. It's a bit of nostalgia, readin' off radio notes with a bitchy blonde Brit or whatever. Do I get to say good night, now? I got more rum back in my room's got my name on it.Arthur: What
did you just call me...?Reno:
..... G'night, Fandom! *An extra sloshy, and then the slamming of a door.*