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[allstarchuck.livejournal.com]

So, apparently, the well-thought-out evil genius plan these days is blowing things up. Chuck doesn't know why, because he's nowhere near the evil genius status.

(Of course.)

Regardless, the whole thing blows over when he defuses Laszlo's bomb on an extremely tenuous 'if you're lying about this, then you must be lying about that' line of reasoning that would do Vizzini proud.

So the question on all minds is, obviously: Chuck Bartowski, now that you've rescued the inhabitants of that building that was going to be blown up, what are you going to do next?

And the answer?

Happy Hour Specials
Raktajino
Tarkalean Tea
Vesper Martini
Buzz Beer
Chocolate Milk

HE'S going to Disney World Happy Hour!

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[allstarchuck.livejournal.com]

"Where's the fun in that?"

[gavin62truck]

"Fun? Well...for starters, I get to kick your ass? No, I'm kidding. I'm kidding! Jeez, you're so serious. I'm bustin' your balls again, relax! You don't wanna tell me, fine, we'll chalk it up to the super-secret iPod that hasn't been released yet. And by the way, if there is a super-secret iPod or some shit like that, lemme know if I can get a deal or something, 'cause my daughter might want one." He empties his glass in one gulp.

[allstarchuck.livejournal.com]

"I'll do that."

[gavin62truck]

He cocks an eyebrow at him.

"You're a weird kid. Thanks for the whiskey, though."

He offers his hand for a shake.

[allstarchuck.livejournal.com]

HE'S NOT A KID :|

He shakes it. Because Chuck is friendly!

[gavin62truck]

HE IS.

"Don't work too hard, huh? See ya 'round."

He leaves off the 'kid' this time.