Yeah, yeah, yeah, I
get it. Stark's a koala, he can't do the broadcast,
I'm stuck with him as a koala, so I guess I'm
stuck doing his laundry
and his broadcast. Just don't get any ideas, Leroy, I
will reinstate the restraining order.
*sighs* *clears throat*
Heyyyyyyy, everyone! Good
morning, happy
Wednesdays. It's
me, Summer, covering for the broadcast today because your usual glowy-faced alien is currently a more fuzzy-faced koala. Hopefully, you guys didn't do much yesterday or the squirrels were too drunk to care, so I don't have a lot to say and I can get back to making some very important jello shots.
Let's see.
So. In
the School,
Basic Weaponry went over
siege weapons, and
Topics in Jedi Philosophy got to talk about
death and the Force.
Intro to Ship Maintenence-- [BEEP], that reminds me, I need to change my oil--had to get a
stuck torpedo out in the middle of battle, and
Sexier Crime: the Show!--really, we have a class for everything around here--watched
a musical about chicks in prison that
wasn't meta forChicago.
No notes for
the dorms because kids these days just aren't as cool as they were back in my day, aaaaaand in
the town, it was a busy morning at
the gym, where
Nell got help with the rowing machines from Gladio and the weights from
Marc, who then avoided talking about a phone call he tried to ignore with
Gladio.
At
the Clinic, Will learned that Stabby was missing Stark an
awful lot, and
see, Stark? Maybe you could hang out with
him and one of the nurses for a whi--
*gagging, choking sounds*
Okay, okay, that's my windpipe, let's not--*deep inhale*
Okay, fine, I won't dump you on the nurses. Moving on, Charlie was in a good mood at
Groovy Tunes, Nell was having a good, productive day at
Plant Parenthood, and everything was coming up roses for Amaya over at
the forge.
Ugh, really, you guys? Anyway, hopefully no one got sick after
cooking with eucalyptus for me and Stark's
baking class, and Tino was of course going way overboard in advertising for Three Minute Dates this weekend over at
Caritas, where
Anakin was full of whiskey and excuses and complained to Kitty about eternal Mondays.
Hey, Anakin! You know what might make you feel better? A
nice,
cuddly koala be
AR--
god, you're strong. Fine, I won't pawn you off on Anakin, although
he pawned you on me the last time, it's only fair, but don't think that'll save you from having your fur dyed.
The chocobros--
*protesting chittering*
Yes, that's their name, they're a collective, do you really want me to list
everyone who was--
*arguing chitters* Fine,
fine! Gladio, Ignis, Goose, Prompto, Liz,
and their baby so the squirrels don't get made at me for not mentioning
her, too, all went out for a
fancy dinner for Ignis' birthday yesterday; happy birthday, Ignis, I'm sure you had a great time, but there's no way that party was better than that pool party we threw for you that one time, and then
Marc went over to
Watts', and so did
Annie, and these notes are
nearly incomprehensible except for the fact that the squirrels feel there needed to be less whiskey and wine and more
rum.
But, you guys, more whiskey and wine
there means more rum out there in the world for
you.
*squirrel-like pause*
*squirrel-like cheers*
Well, good news, guys, that's the last of the notes, so you're free to go drink and be weird little voyeurs all over again for today!
I have some jello to make. If anyone's interested in babysitting a koala,
please let me--Hey! Look! I just wanted to
throw it ou--**CLICK!**