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 Posted: Sun Jun 24, 2012 8:29 pm
*now, this was really unfair. All Loki had wanted was a bacon milkshake. Even the trip through the glory that was Cassie's bosom wasn't intentional. Everyone was just soooo ready to believe the worst in Loki. It's really not fair!
Well, okay....given their past experiences it probably is. It's going to take more than a fortnight of enjoying delicious milkshakes to change people's minds about him. Loki sighs and awaits whatever terrible fate will be decided for him*
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Posted: Sun Jun 24, 2012 8:30 pm
*turns the hamster back into a small, pestering boy*
You are charged with care of the young martinis for the next few weeks. You must change their olives daily, make sure no flies get into them and clean up after them if they spill.
*a flock of wobbly young martinis, only half grown, wobble out on awkward adolescent wings*
They are just learning to fly and you must prevent them from shattering on the ground, or anything else, as they practice.
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Posted: Sun Jun 24, 2012 8:33 pm
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Posted: Sun Jun 24, 2012 8:33 pm
Yes. And ALL the martinis must survive to learn to fly, or I shall return you to hamsterness.
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Posted: Sun Jun 24, 2012 8:34 pm
Welp...time to mosey on home. Thanks for the free beer.
*adjusts his fez and heads out*
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Posted: Sun Jun 24, 2012 8:35 pm
Very well. I shall prove to be the greatest drink-sitter in all of recorded mythology.
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Posted: Sun Jun 24, 2012 8:38 pm
See to it that you are.
*two dozen young martini hover nervously around the young Loki*
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Posted: Sun Jun 24, 2012 8:48 pm
This can't be as bad as any of my past punishments. At the very least, flying martinis don't seem to poop.
So! Come along, my young, mixed-drink charges! Uncle Loki will regale you with tales of the great heroism he forged with his brother Thor before putting you to bed for the night.
*heads into the kitchen with an armful of fledgling martinis*
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Posted: Mon Jun 25, 2012 8:23 am
*falls out of the kitchen, chased by angry, adult-sized martinis with wings*
Stop that! Stop that right now! If you didn't want to share your place with the young drinks, you shouldn't have copulated to make them in the first place!
*swats at the drinks*
That cupboard is for SMALL drinks only now. Deal with it.
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Posted: Mon Jun 25, 2012 11:47 am
*sets up a net separating the ornery older martinis from the preteen ones*
There, now you don't have any obnoxious elders constantly berating you and informing you about how evil you are and how you're going to go around starting Ragnoroks all over the place.
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Posted: Mon Jun 25, 2012 1:03 pm
*discovers that by preventing the smaller drinks from hanging out with the bigger drinks, they're not learning how to fly*
Drat. This is a problem. Hm...
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Posted: Mon Jun 25, 2012 5:31 pm
*walks in behind the bar and starts cleaning up the place*
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Posted: Tue Jun 26, 2012 9:50 am
*walks in dragging a barrel full of olives. Immediately, Loki is swarmed by martinis on wings*
Back! Back, I say! These olives are from the casks of Volstagg himself, and they are for the younglings.
*swats adultinis away and drags it over to the playpen for the fledgeling martinis*
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Posted: Tue Jun 26, 2012 10:13 am
eek
Well. That's something you don't see in Metropolis . . .
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Posted: Tue Jun 26, 2012 11:35 am
Take a picture, it will last longer.
And you can upload it to the Spacebook.
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