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[foamys-human.livejournal.com]

*A lightning bolt with a head zips through the door, halts, and dissolves into a big blue man with lightning in his hair wearing red underwear with a big F! on his chest*

Well, I'm back here again.

I hope Cosgrove can survive without me at the Mojave Ice Festival, I have a feeling this may take a while.

*he looks around to see if he sees anyone he knows ... unlikely, as he's only been here once, and only met three people, but then, unlikely things happen to him all the time. Just look at that Pinnacle Chip disaster that started the whole thing.*

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

Homestar has long since finished his meal and notices a lightnening bolt on the cover of his book.

Then he notices Freakazoid.

He holds up the book cover for him to see.

"Is this you?"

[foamys-human.livejournal.com]

*looks at the cover of the book he's reading, but can't quite read it*

I doubt it, but what is it?

And what, may I ask, are you?

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

"I'm a terrific athlete!"

Homestar beams.

"And this magic book was a Decemberween present."

[foamys-human.livejournal.com]

Well, so far as I know, I'm completely technological, not magical.

But then, would I tell you that if it were the case?

So maybe I AM magical, trying to deflect your suspicions.

But then again, I might suspect you of thinking I was deflecting suspicion, and then I wouldn't be magical.

.....

Awww, nutbunnies, did I say all that out loud?

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

"Yeah, I think so. 'Less I became a mindreader."

Homestar gasps.

"Ooh, that'd be so cool!"

[foamys-human.livejournal.com]

Awww, Nutbunnies.

But mindreading isn't all it's cracked up to be.

Trust me.

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

A conspiratory look.

"Be careful 'bout saying stuff like that. The Bar is a mindreader."

Wait, it just now registers with Homestar.

"You can read minds? What am I thinking?"

[foamys-human.livejournal.com]

Can't any more, could very briefly. It was extremely painful and left me permanently insane. See?

*he pulls a mallet out of thin air and bops himself over the head*

I randomly do that kinda whenever. And other bizarre and curious behaviors caused by my insanity.

But hey --

*he randomly bounces up to the ceiling, around on the rafters, and back down in front of this being*

-- mostly it's made my life more fun.

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

"Cool cool."

Homestar doesn't really seem to be fazed by this.

"Hey, do you know what?"

[foamys-human.livejournal.com]

Oh? What?

[mendanddefend_archive]

Bob looks at Freakazoid with interest. He's blue! Maybe he's a sprite too?

[foamys-human.livejournal.com]

*Freakazoid looks at the other blue dude looking at him. Did he get a pinnacle chip for Christmas too? Eh, probably not, there are probably other ways to become blue.*

Hi there, I'm Freakazoid, and I think we're about the same color. That's kinda cool, innit?

[mendanddefend_archive]

"Yeah, I guess so. My name's Bob." Bob offers a hand to shake. "Are you a sprite?"

[foamys-human.livejournal.com]

*Shakes Bob's hand*

Nope, not a sprite.

Were you ever given a pinnacle chip for christmas?

[mendanddefend_archive]

"A what kind of chip?"

[foamys-human.livejournal.com]

A pinnacle chip. Made by Apex Technologies, it had a flaw, and I accidentally triggered it. I got sucked into the internet and filled with all the knowledge of the internet. It made me rather, um, unstable.

*he randomly bounces up to the ceiling, around on the rafters, and for variety, off the walls, and then lands in front of Bob again*

[mendanddefend_archive]

"...you've got the whole 'Net in your head? Is that even possible?"

[foamys-human.livejournal.com]

Apparently.

I don't know how.

It did manage to make me insane, but then, with all the conflicting information on the 'net, that's no surprise.

Did you know that there are over a dozen answers to 2 + 2 ?

[mendanddefend_archive]

Bob looks indignant. "No there isn't!"

And he should know.

[foamys-human.livejournal.com]

Ah, you are correct, but according to the 'net there are. 'Cos people are wrong all the time.

And thus, I am insane.

*he gibbers slightly and then unzips his head down to his torso and steps out of himself*

[md_donighal]

The man in the gray suit stares befuddledly at him. "Who are you, if any, and if so, why?" Somehow, it seems like the thing to ask.

[foamys-human.livejournal.com]

I am Freakazoid, there's only one of me, and it's because of the pinnacle chip.

What, you asked.

And who are YOU?

[md_donighal]

"I'm Michael Donighal. And if a chip in your head did that, I'm sure a lot of people are glad there's only one of you."

[foamys-human.livejournal.com]

Oh, no, the chip's not in my head, see?

*he unzips his head, flips off his scalp, and bends over so that the gentleman can see that there's no chip*

The chip's in my computer.

*he stands up and re-zips his head*

The chip had a flaw. I accidentally activated it. I became a big blue man in red underwear.

Go figure.

*he randomly bounces around the room, bouncing indiscriminately off of the floor, walls, ceiling, rafters, and furniture, but managing to never bounce on any people or in their food or drink*

I'm also a trifle unstable.

[md_donighal]

Michael watches Freakazoid kaboing and careen with some bemusement. "I've met slavering masses of toothy tentacles that were more stable than you. I mean that in as good a way as possible, of course."