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Posted: Tue Jan 03, 2017 6:07 pm
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Loud snoring followed for quite a couple of minutes before they stopped and there was an interrupted snort and then a series of coughs. More bottles clanged everywhere.
Mark sat up again, scratched his hair, and placed his pilot cap back onto his head, a couple of cockroaches escaping from it in the process. He held up one mobile phone, blinked, put it back in his pocket, and then took out another one, fingers poised over the screen. "Name, date of birth, gender, and current salary."
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Posted: Tue Jan 03, 2017 6:49 pm
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This time Oliver was truly taken aback.
"Jedi profile?" He asked, his expression shifting from unsettled confusion to true bewilderment. While he had seen his share of movies before the island, it was mostly bad zombie movies, or creature movies like Jurassic Park. At some point in his life he had seen Star Wars, but clearly it hadn't been often enough to prepare him for this moment.
"I-I don't have one," he admitted, "I d-didn't think I was, um, applying for anything, it's just the, um, deer jumped into your boxes... Which I'm very sorry for, I'll help you clean up all these, uh, bottles and stuff!"
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Posted: Tue Jan 03, 2017 6:58 pm
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"It's cool," Mark consoled, putting the phone away, "I already registered you - I'll dock the two-hundred fifty buck registration fee from your next pay period."
It took him around five attempts to stand up, but he finally did, and just in time as the remaining vestige of box finally collapsed in a neat pile, more roaches scurrying out. The Death Assistant did a few exaggerated stretches, and then pulled his custom lightsaber almost magically from between two bottles. "Sure yeah training starts now, etc etc, pick up the bottles and lemme know when you need the list for the Costco run."
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Posted: Mon Jan 09, 2017 8:15 pm
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"I'll drop it off at the labs before we go," Oliver replied, somehow feeling like that would be the last normal thing he did all day. The youth scooped the little deer off the floor once again, it's little feet dangling in midair. It seemed perfectly okay with this treatment.
"Should I meet you at the lightho-" Oliver was in the process of asking when Mark suddenly went still. He paused, waiting, hoping the thing Mark forgot would suddenly give sense to this situation. He was disappointed.
"Ah, n-not crazy at all!" The freckled teen stammered in response, shaking his head frantically. "I-I'm not, uh, i-interested in doing any sort of crazy things!"
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