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[the-h-star-r.livejournal.com]

The Captain of the Team himself is here!

Homestar's occupying himself with a napkin that he's doodling on with a pen, looking to the left and right every so often to make sure no one who isn't supposed to see what he's working on can catch a peek.

Maybe if you ask him nice?

Or bribe him with marshmallows.

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[misterbunny.livejournal.com]

There is a heavily armed rabbit on his table, staring at him.

"What the fisk are you supposed to be?"

[the-h-star-r.livejournal.com]

"I'm the Homestar Runner," he answers without missing a beat. "Captain of the team."

He looks at the rabbit.

"Can you turn into a person-type?"

Wouldn't be the first time he met a talking animal that can do that.

[misterbunny.livejournal.com]

"I am a person type. You're..."

He scratches at his head with one paw, getting the good spot behind the ear.

"Some kind of marshmallow thing."

[the-h-star-r.livejournal.com]

"Yeah, that sounds like what I am. Ooh, you wouldn't happen to have any marshmallows, would you?"

He adds another line to his napkin drawing.

[misterbunny.livejournal.com]

The Bunny glares again. This doesn't seem to be working.

"So, yer what, a construct?"

[the-h-star-r.livejournal.com]

"Yeah, that sounds like what I am."

He leans over his napkin a bit to ensure that the talking rabbit isn't going to see it.

[misterbunny.livejournal.com]

The rabbit stalks closer, then thumps one foot against the table.

"Whacha drawin?"

[the-h-star-r.livejournal.com]

"Sorry, they're top secret."

He looks left and right.

"Unless you're not one of the bigwigs at the office," he whispers.

[misterbunny.livejournal.com]

"Yeah, sure I am."

He absently fingers the switchblade on his belt.

"Totally bigwig."

[the-h-star-r.livejournal.com]

Oh noes! Homestar's job might be compromised.

"I mean, secret? No, these aren't secret. These are...pizza! Yeah!"

He shoves the napkin in his mouth and begins to chew.

[misterbunny.livejournal.com]

The bunny rolls his eyes. You ever see a bunny roll his eyes? It's kinda freaky.

"Oh my god, your some kind of moron."

[the-h-star-r.livejournal.com]

"Yeah, that sounds like what I am."

The answer is very appropriate.

By the way, what about Homestar's some kind of moron? Does the mun have to get out some Strong Bad Rhythm and Grammar songs?

[misterbunny.livejournal.com]

Meh. He's a bunny. His grammar isn't the best.

"Wow. Just...wow."

[the-h-star-r.livejournal.com]

"What? What are we saying 'Wow' about?"

After all, it's not exactly a surprise to Homestar that he's a moron.

[misterbunny.livejournal.com]

"Man, you're too stupid to be alive."

The bunny shakes his head.

"More proof there is no God."

[the-h-star-r.livejournal.com]

At least his stupid is mostly understandable. Wonder what would happen if Strong Mad spent some time in the company of this rabbit...

Some time ago, Homestar had swallowed his napkin, but Homestar's not always good at remembering what happened some time ago.

"Hey, Fluffybuns, have you seen my napkin?"

[misterbunny.livejournal.com]

"You ate it."

The bunny hops forward, slipping a switchblade from its holder, and flicking it open.

"Want me to help you get it out?"

[the-h-star-r.livejournal.com]

"Nah, that's okay. I can draw the fountain plans someswheres else."

A pause.

"Did the napkin taste good?"

[misterbunny.livejournal.com]

Ohmigod. The Bunny is twitching.

"Tell me. Were you a ferret in a former life?"

[the-h-star-r.livejournal.com]

The Bunny really should stop asking questions, because it's not going to get any better.

"Yeah, that sounds like what I am."

*OOC: I got an early class tomorrow. Slowtime &/or wrap?*

[misterbunny.livejournal.com]

The bunny twitches some more, and falls off the table. If Homestar looks, he has scampered away, leaving only a small pile of pellets to mark his passing.

[the-h-star-r.livejournal.com]

"Oh. Okay. Bye."

Homestar's a little surprised by the bunny bolting away like that, but at least he has a new friend.

Be afraid, bunnies. Be very afraid.