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[razthepsynaut.livejournal.com]

Characters: Raz; Open.
Content: Kersplat.
Location: Various parts of Deck 2 and 3.
Time of day: Afternoon.
Warnings: Flashbacks to the great Shaving Cream War of '64.

The halls were quiet. TOO quiet.

Those who wandered about today would get the feeling that they're being... watched. Carefully, intensely. Like a hunter stalks his prey. You might look around, trying to find the source. Or maybe you continue on your way, nervously trying to ignore that uncomfortable feeling. But it never leaves.

And then, when you least expect it -- when you stop once more to try to get your bearings, or to open the door, he strikes! From the ceiling, a strange, big-headed creature leaps down, and too late you realize the lack of caution you exercised!

And the last thing any victim smells... is strawberries.

...of course, then the next thing you hear is Raz laughing his ass off as you wipe the shaving cream off your face, but we can do something about THAT, can't we?

Comments

[punsofiron.livejournal.com]

"You get back here!" she snarled ineffectually at him, grabbing another glob from the floor and throwing it. She was caught at quite a disadvantage here.

[razthepsynaut.livejournal.com]

"Gotta catch meeeee!" Splat goes shaving cream on the wall as he turns a corner. How does he move that darned fast anyway?

[punsofiron.livejournal.com]

And this was why Liz hated kids. She was normally a pretty fast runner too, but the floor was getting slippery already and it didn't help her any at all.

[razthepsynaut.livejournal.com]

And he's gone! Better luck next time. We suggest a super soaker.

[punsofiron.livejournal.com]

A super soaker might not be such a bad idea.

But first things first...finding out who the hell was responsible for this shaving cream debacle in the first place and giving them what for.