First I laughed so much at this because jelly baby dispencer and tangled yo-yos. But then I thought about it. So they are telling us some things. Four is actually very bad with yo-yos and buries the evidence in some room in the TARDIS obviously not patient enough to entangle the string. He seriously is addicted to jelly babies. AAAND most importantly: “balls of multicoloured wool” <- HE IS KNITTING THOSE SCARS HIMSELF. I just imagine that Four drifts off with his thoughts while knitting and actually forgets to stop and that’s why those scarfs so long. Perfect
Pauling here! Sorry this is late! We haven’t had a ceasefire day as of late and FINALLY I can type this up. Enjoy our first request!
Sniper: A lack of professionalism never ceases to piss me off.
Pyro: Mmmph hmph. (Water)
Scout: French people. I hate French people. Especially the ones everybody says is my dad WHICH HE IS NOT. My dad is Tom Jones and he told me when I almost died. It was a real thing that actually happened. So, Spy’s not my dad, ok?
Soldier: Communism. Or hippies! Or worse- communist hippies.
Engineer: (He says nothing, but plays an audio file of Scout repeatedly saying, “Need a dispencer here!”)
Medic: Ah, this is why I hated working for the TFC mercenaries. I had absolutely no creative freedom (when they knew about it.) I hate being restricted to traditional means of doing a task. I crave creativity and experimentation.
Heavy: Little man sometimes jumps on me to get “pig’s back” rides. Heavy has no time for these games.
Demoman: Me mum is a great stressor in me life. “Tavish, get a job! Tavish, get more jobs!” I work at RED, I work at Apple, I even work at a bloody Burger Tank. As much as I love me mum, she pisses me off. (She won’t see this, will she?)
Spy: I always find myself irked by messes on my suit. I understand that there are worse things, but my suit is an expensive investment.
The Adeptus Sororitas are nuns in the Imperial Cult who serve various roles for the Ecclesiarchy. The Sisters of Battle are the Military Order of Sororitas and are the most famous of the various Sororitas sects, true Warrior Nuns of the 40th Millennia. The Sisters of Battle work closely with the Ordos Hereticus within the Inquisition and serve as becons of hope in countless conflicts across the Imperium. They stand as power armored angels dispencing mercy and justice in equal messure across the imperium, standing just bellow the Adeptus Astares(Space Marines) in both the Emperor of Mankinds love and blessings. They are perhaps the most fascinating of the Imperium of mans forces, the are most definitely the most devoted of its supporters.
Dean patted his pockets expectantly, looking around the arcade which was mostly inhabited by children a third his size. Still, he bore an uncanny resemblance to all of them. His smile lit up the room more than the bulbs lining the ski ball machine that he had been standing in front of for the last half hour. He finally got to be a kid.
“Hey, do you have any more tokens?” Dean asked, eyebrows raised at me. And if were he child, that left me to be his parent. Right now my beloved, adopted son looked at me like a junkie desperate for a fix.
“That’s it. You’ve officially been cut off,” I decided. His face dropped into an annoyed frown. I couldn’t stop a laugh from slipping through my lips.
He left and knelt down in front of the black token dispencer. It sucked in his bills and spat out another handful of shining, gold coins, which he carried back over to me. I sat stradled around the back of a chair, chin resting on my arms, lips quirked slighlty as I watched Dean feed the ski ball machine with more tokens.
“Dean, there is no way you are going to get a thousand tickets,” I told him, but he paid no mind to me. Eyes focused on the target, he rolled another ball smoothly out of his large hands. It hit off the side of the white plastic rim and fell down into the lower hole. Ten Points.
“But I want the damn slinky,” he groaned, obviously frusterated. He had been after that dumb, giant rainbow slinky ever since he saw some little girl walk past with one. He really was just like a kid. I rolled my eyes and dismounted from my chair.
“Move over, princess, let me show you how it’s done.” I grabbed the dingy ball from his hand and pushed him out of the way lightly.
“Oh, like you could do so much better.”
The ball flew out off my finger tips, rolled on the lane and soared to the top left courner. The machine dinged and the lights danced up and down the alley. I turned to face Dean with a smug look. He stared at me incredulously.
“How did you do that?” he asked.
I shruged. “Let’s just say Sam wasn’t the only one that got dropped off at these dumb arcade chains as a kid. I got pretty good at beating all the games while Dad was out killing who-knows-what.”
The children around us shrieked with laughter, drool practically dripping from thier chins as they ran around the different machines. Some of them cried, their wails echoing throughout the building, but most were too absorbed by the flashing, florecent bulbs to notice. And for myself, I was too captivated by Deans smile to see anything else.
Its Time For The Fridge Tour Mother Fucker’s Disclaimer: I Have Two Fridge’s. I Made Them Battle To Decide Which Fridge I Would Give An Tour Of. This Is The Basement Fridge. This Salty Oaf Mad He Dont Have An Ice Dispencer Like The Kitchen Fridge But Guess What He Full Of Surprises, And He Is Bout To Rock Your World.
Hear It Is.
Hear We Fucking Go.
Oh Geez, Get A Load Of This Fucking Action.
The Only Thing In This Fridge Is Drinks and Butter. Welcome To The Hydration Chamber Mother Fucker.
Theres The Apple Cider. But Dont Be Fooled
Theres Something Vary Special About This Box Of Apple Cider’s.
MOTHER FUCKER, IT’S WHERE I HIDE MY CHICKEN COLD CUTS. You Will Be Telling, Everyone About This Fucking LIFE HACK. Hide Your Fucking Cold Cuts. No One Will Be The Wiser.
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Info: It’s been such a slow day at work, and you’re ready to leave. You’re too bored to even notice the person right in front of you. You are machine like when you give him the coffee and as he turned to walk away you feel an immense sting. At the same you both pull your hands away and the coffee splats all over your uniform. You look up at the guy, and instantly your boring day has turned around.