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[grimy-brian.livejournal.com]

*Brian shoots through the door and hides behind a chair. That squirrel's AFTER him*

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[grimy-brian.livejournal.com]

*he giggles*

Um... I stuck an onion in my mate's exhaust and filled her bed with pennies and released spiders in her room...

[give-us-candy.livejournal.com]

"Did the spiders sting her? Oh, and are you really sure that you don't want us to kill the tire? Yes, he is Lock, its not bothering him is it?"

[grimy-brian.livejournal.com]

Nah, killing things totally lowers the amount of time you can torture 'em for.

[give-us-candy.livejournal.com]

See Lock, Shock and Barrel dead pan. Dead-pan Trips, dead-pan.
When they fully recover, they are curious:

"A Brian. Do you have a name that is Jack? Cause, well, you are him. But with skin. And eyes. And hair. And innards! Unless you don't have innards?"

[grimy-brian.livejournal.com]

Dude, totally have innards. My spleen is more interesting than you'd think.

[give-us-candy.livejournal.com]

"Can we see it?" How nice that the Trips can be innocent when showing innards is involved.

[grimy-brian.livejournal.com]

Not so much. I'm against dissection.

[give-us-candy.livejournal.com]

"Aw, but."
The Trips hear that damned Speak and Spell. They staaaaare.
"What is that?"