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fun_like_thatTitle: Randy and Gale, Supreme Rulers and Overlords of the Intranets
Pairing: Randy/Gale, Randy/Simon
Rating: PG-13-ish?
Disclaimer: I don't know these people. If they did they'd already have a restraining order against me, don't you think?
Summary: Has Gale joined Randy in his delusions? By this point, hasn't everyone? Party! Sequel to Randy, King of the Internets and Randy, King of the Underwears.
A/N: I... have no words for this. None. There's penguins. And oddity. And it makes NO SENSE. Again, blame![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
xmirax, cause the title is her influence as is this whole thing, actually. I... PENGUINS! WTF? It's unbetaed again, of course. Erm, yes. *runs away*
Gale left him. Well, stormed out was more like it.
He'd stood, fish-mouthed and making random sounds that seemed like words but Randy wasn't exactly sure. To be fair, Gale was stoned.
He'd turned around, stared at Randy as if trying super hard to figure something out (which, again to be fair, was a face Gale made often) and then walked out of the bedroom. Randy followed at a slower pace and watched Gale stop in the living room and make the fish-mouth again.
He took a deep breath, stared at Randy for a few more seconds and then marched out of the apartment.
Randy slept with Gale's jacket that night.
The next day he tried calling Gale about fifteen times before he decided he didn't like getting the phone slammed down in his ear or listening to Gale's voicemail message until he had it memorised. Then he tried emailing. He sent message after message, pleading with Gale to at least hear him out. He didn't have the slightest clue what to say other than, "Well, Gale, I'm in love with you and hiding it for so long has driven me insane and I like to cuddle with your underwear when I'm all alone."
Yeah, that wasn't going to work.
And neither did the emailing. He had lost count of how many he sent but eventually they started bouncing back to him.
Out of habit he returned to bidding on things from the set on Ebay. And Fanphobic420 never showed up once to bid against him.
He'd gone and done it, fucked everything up. He was jobless, boyfriend-less, unrequited love-less. He stretched his legs out in front of him and wiggled his toes while sprawled on the carpet. This aloof, pseudo-tortured actor thing was kind of boring.
And lonely.
He waited around the apartment for a couple days, unsure of what to do. He tried calling Simon but he was always out at a "meeting" which Randy was positive was code for 'he's hiding in his office from you because you scare the shit out of him and make his eyes bug out five ways from Friday now.' That was alright, he could deal. Simon was naturally high-strung as it was.
He went to museums, he went out for meals, he went to the Central Park zoo. He wandered around, looking at all the animals, eventually ending up at the penguin exhibit. He watched them for awhile, cocking his head at one pair.
A tour group came by and he could hear the guide reciting a rehearsed speech in a bored tone.
"These are the chinstrap penguins-"
"Like the ones from the movie?" An excitable child piped up.
"Yes, like the movie. As you can see-"
"Is it true penguins mate for life?" The child interrupted again. Randy could almost hear the guide rolling his eyes from where he was standing.
"Some of them do, yes. But it depends on the type of penguin and where-"
"Is it true that some penguins are gay?"
The guide barely restrained a nervous giggle. "There has been some evidence of homosexuality within the-"
"Hey! What about those ones? Are they gay?" The child pointed out two penguins in particular who were, indeed, involved in -
"Moving on now! Next up are the polar bears!" The guide suddenly announced as the group tried to crowd around the window, some murmuring to each other. Randy waited for the guide to usher the tour group away before turning to see what was going on.
He watched as one penguin mounted the other, standing on its back. Was is possible that those penguins were gay? Were they mated for life? Were they happy? Was one of them-
"Fucking birds," he muttered to himself, realizing he was jealous. He had to get out of here. He was pretty sure he was far past insane by now.
He glared down at the penguins once more before returning to his apartment. He cooked himself dinner as his mind flitted between the birds and the plan that was quickly forming in his mind. It was a simple one, but he was pretty sure anything more complex would just blow up in his face at this point anyway.
The next morning he awoke earlier than usual. He showered, dressed, and packed an overnight back with a few essentials, and made a phone call to the only person who he figured could help him because he had no idea where he was going.
"Hello?"
"Hi. Um, Good morning, I mean."
"Is this...? Fuck. Randy?"
"Um, yeah. If you don't hate me and wish death on me for existing I don't suppose you could help me out with a bit of information, could you, Kim?"
Two hours later he was taxiing down the runway in the direction of Los Angeles. He didn't know what he was doing, what he was going to say. He figured he'd wing it, if Gale even let him through the front door. Kim had been less than forthcoming with Gale's address but he'd managed to wear her down. He was pretty sure that Kim was aware of Randy's now-bursting-at-the-seams crush on Gale and was none too fond of it.
Randy was also pretty sure she wanted him dead now.
He arrived in LA later that day, nervous and tempted to get on another plane back to New York. Instead he caught a cab and directed him to the address Kim had given him. They pulled up to an unassuming apartment building about twenty minutes later as Randy twisted his hands in his lap.
He paid the driver, got out of the cab and made his way to the front door. He found the number for Gale's apartment and pressed the button for him before he realized he had no idea what to say. He panicked and turned to leave, turned back, turned and ran down a couple steps, ran back, dropped his bag and stumbled over it. He fell against the wall and hit his head soundly. He stood up, rubbing at what was sure to become a huge lump and realized Gale was talking at him through the call box.
"Yeah? Can I help you? Hello?" Randy stood, one hand pressed to his head while the other wavered in mid-air, unsure of what to do.
"Is someone there?"
He reached out and pressed the button again. "Unergh."
A pause.
"Holy shit Tom, you sound sick. Come on up." The door buzzed open and Randy blinked, having enough sense to hustle through the door with his bag. He wasn't sure who Tom was but he loved him right now.
Unless he and Gale were fucking. In that case he hated him.
The elevator he located was slower than normal but got him to Gale's floor quicker then he wanted. Randy let the doors open and close a couple times before working up the nerve to step out into the hallway. He made his way toward Gale's door, hands shaking and head throbbing. He pressed his ear up against the plain white door and listened for any movement inside, any hint of people other than Gale, any tiny bit of information that could potentially send him running back down the stairs and to the airport, never to let anyone know about this particular peak in his insanity again.
There was nothing. His insanity remained intact.
He raised a shaking hand to knock, swallowing hard as his head continued to pound. He rapped once, lightly, and stepped back, ready to run.
The door swung open and there was Gale- tall, dark and slightly menacing.
"Randy?"
"Um, hi," Randy squeaked. He coughed, clearing his throat. "Hi, Gale. Um... sorry to barge in on you like this."
"Did you come in with Tom?" Gale looked out into the hallway.
"N-no. That was me you talked to."
Gale gave him a weird look. "What are you doing here?"
"I came. Er- to see you. I got a flight this morning and came to see you."
"How did you know where I lived?"
"Kim. I called her this morning."
"She told you?"
"Yeah, I managed to get it out of her."
"She hates you."
"I knew it," Randy muttered under his breath. Gale raised an eyebrow. "I mean, well. Yeah. She still does. I think I just caught her off guard."
"Seems to be your thing lately," Gale told him dryly. He leaned against his doorframe and crossed his arms. "So why are you here? What possibly can you say to me in person that you haven't said over the phone or in an email?"
"I didn't think you read my emails," Randy told him.
"Hard not to notice them when I'm wading through my inbox. So?"
"Right. Uh... well, we didn't leave things on the best of terms in New York. So I wanted to come and try to make things better."
"Are you returning my stuff?" Gale asked.
"Not exactly but-"
"Then you're not making things right." Gale turned to go back into the apartment but Randy stepped forward and grabbed his arm.
"Penguins!"
Gale stared at him. "What?"
"The penguins! In the zoo! They fuck but not always with girls, they do it to each other. And they stand on each other's back and sometimes they can be gay. And some of them mate for life. Not always cause some of them live in colder climates or something, I didn't read the information pamphlet that closely, but some of them do! So the gay ones might too, but that has something to do with procreation so I'm not really sure how that works out in the long run but penguins, Gale! Fucking penguins!"
Gale stared down at Randy, slack-jawed. "Do you know you're bleeding?"
Randy raised a hand to his head and it came away bloody. He cursed under his breath.
"Come inside. Between the blood and you ranting on about fucking penguins the neighbours are going to think you're insane."
Randy giggled. "Too late." Gale looked at him oddly but led him inside. He made him set his bag by the door and guided him into the bathroom. He made Randy sit on the toilet seat while he got the first aid kit.
"What did you do to yourself?"
"I fell into the wall."
"How?"
"I was in a tizzy," Randy giggled again as Gale cleaned the wound. "Over you! Simon told me I should have told you and that you would have understood. Or maybe you wouldn't have. I think I thought you wouldn't have understood and that's why I didn't tell you. I think. Maybe Simon's off his rocker."
"Someone certainly is," Gale muttered. "Randy, it seems like this bump is more severe then I thought. I think you might have a concussion."
"Gale," Randy grabbed Gale's hand and pulled him down so they were face-to-face. "I don't think I am insane. I think it's all just because of you. You make me crazy. I like everything about you, and that's why I bought everything. Do you get that?"
"Yeah, I get it Randy," Gale told him, gently trying to pull his hand away. "I'm going to go call out patients and see what they say I should do about you, okay? Stay here, alright?"
"Simon was wrong! You do understand!" Randy laughed, holding his head. Gale smiled slightly and left the bathroom. Randy could hear him muttering to himself in the living room.
He took in his surroundings, admiring Gale's bathroom. He could feel his wound still bleeding so he grabbed a hand towel from beside the sink and pressed it to his head. He was feeling a little woozy and decided to find a place to lay down. He stood up carefully and found his bearings, then made his way out of the bathroom. He could still hear Gale in the living room, presumably talking to someone from out patients. Randy wanted to lie down so he went in the other direction and found Gale's bedroom.
It was rather messy, either from still being in the process of being unpacked or just because it was Gale and he was a messy guy, Randy couldn't tell which. The bed was unmade and clothes were scattered here and there. Randy kicked a couple pairs of shoes out of the way as he stumbled to the bed and sat down. He looked around the room and noticed a few pictures hung up on the walls, things he thought he recognized. He stood up and went to take a closer look at them, his vision swimming a little. As he got closer something clicked in his mind.
"It can't be."
He looked at a couple of the pictures before making as straight a beeline as he could for the closet and started nosing through Gale's things. He could hear Gale hang up the phone in the living room and start to make his way back to the bathroom.
"Randy? The nurse at... Randy?" Gale's voice got suspicious and worried and nervous all at once as he realized Randy wasn't in the bathroom anymore. He was determinedly searching through Gale's closet for what he suspected- no, knew was there now.
"Randy, what are- Randy stop!" Gale appeared in the doorway to his bedroom and made a move toward Randy.
Before he could get there the other man wheeled around, yanking a hanger from the closet. "A HA! What's this Gale?"
"Randy-"
"What the hell, Gale? My clothes in your closet? My drawings on your walls from the show? I didn't draw those! I can't even draw stick figures, Gale!"
"Randy, please-"
"Why the hell are my clothes in your closet and your clothes in my closet, Gale? Why have we been bidding on each other's things on the internet? Why... why... oh no."
And with that Randy passed out on the floor, holding one of the sweaters he wore as Justin on the show.
Continue to Randy and the Curse ofGary Stu Tom
Pairing: Randy/Gale, Randy/Simon
Rating: PG-13-ish?
Disclaimer: I don't know these people. If they did they'd already have a restraining order against me, don't you think?
Summary: Has Gale joined Randy in his delusions? By this point, hasn't everyone? Party! Sequel to Randy, King of the Internets and Randy, King of the Underwears.
A/N: I... have no words for this. None. There's penguins. And oddity. And it makes NO SENSE. Again, blame
xmirax, cause the title is her influence as is this whole thing, actually. I... PENGUINS! WTF? It's unbetaed again, of course. Erm, yes. *runs away*Gale left him. Well, stormed out was more like it.
He'd stood, fish-mouthed and making random sounds that seemed like words but Randy wasn't exactly sure. To be fair, Gale was stoned.
He'd turned around, stared at Randy as if trying super hard to figure something out (which, again to be fair, was a face Gale made often) and then walked out of the bedroom. Randy followed at a slower pace and watched Gale stop in the living room and make the fish-mouth again.
He took a deep breath, stared at Randy for a few more seconds and then marched out of the apartment.
Randy slept with Gale's jacket that night.
The next day he tried calling Gale about fifteen times before he decided he didn't like getting the phone slammed down in his ear or listening to Gale's voicemail message until he had it memorised. Then he tried emailing. He sent message after message, pleading with Gale to at least hear him out. He didn't have the slightest clue what to say other than, "Well, Gale, I'm in love with you and hiding it for so long has driven me insane and I like to cuddle with your underwear when I'm all alone."
Yeah, that wasn't going to work.
And neither did the emailing. He had lost count of how many he sent but eventually they started bouncing back to him.
Out of habit he returned to bidding on things from the set on Ebay. And Fanphobic420 never showed up once to bid against him.
He'd gone and done it, fucked everything up. He was jobless, boyfriend-less, unrequited love-less. He stretched his legs out in front of him and wiggled his toes while sprawled on the carpet. This aloof, pseudo-tortured actor thing was kind of boring.
And lonely.
He waited around the apartment for a couple days, unsure of what to do. He tried calling Simon but he was always out at a "meeting" which Randy was positive was code for 'he's hiding in his office from you because you scare the shit out of him and make his eyes bug out five ways from Friday now.' That was alright, he could deal. Simon was naturally high-strung as it was.
He went to museums, he went out for meals, he went to the Central Park zoo. He wandered around, looking at all the animals, eventually ending up at the penguin exhibit. He watched them for awhile, cocking his head at one pair.
A tour group came by and he could hear the guide reciting a rehearsed speech in a bored tone.
"These are the chinstrap penguins-"
"Like the ones from the movie?" An excitable child piped up.
"Yes, like the movie. As you can see-"
"Is it true penguins mate for life?" The child interrupted again. Randy could almost hear the guide rolling his eyes from where he was standing.
"Some of them do, yes. But it depends on the type of penguin and where-"
"Is it true that some penguins are gay?"
The guide barely restrained a nervous giggle. "There has been some evidence of homosexuality within the-"
"Hey! What about those ones? Are they gay?" The child pointed out two penguins in particular who were, indeed, involved in -
"Moving on now! Next up are the polar bears!" The guide suddenly announced as the group tried to crowd around the window, some murmuring to each other. Randy waited for the guide to usher the tour group away before turning to see what was going on.
He watched as one penguin mounted the other, standing on its back. Was is possible that those penguins were gay? Were they mated for life? Were they happy? Was one of them-
"Fucking birds," he muttered to himself, realizing he was jealous. He had to get out of here. He was pretty sure he was far past insane by now.
He glared down at the penguins once more before returning to his apartment. He cooked himself dinner as his mind flitted between the birds and the plan that was quickly forming in his mind. It was a simple one, but he was pretty sure anything more complex would just blow up in his face at this point anyway.
The next morning he awoke earlier than usual. He showered, dressed, and packed an overnight back with a few essentials, and made a phone call to the only person who he figured could help him because he had no idea where he was going.
"Hello?"
"Hi. Um, Good morning, I mean."
"Is this...? Fuck. Randy?"
"Um, yeah. If you don't hate me and wish death on me for existing I don't suppose you could help me out with a bit of information, could you, Kim?"
Two hours later he was taxiing down the runway in the direction of Los Angeles. He didn't know what he was doing, what he was going to say. He figured he'd wing it, if Gale even let him through the front door. Kim had been less than forthcoming with Gale's address but he'd managed to wear her down. He was pretty sure that Kim was aware of Randy's now-bursting-at-the-seams crush on Gale and was none too fond of it.
Randy was also pretty sure she wanted him dead now.
He arrived in LA later that day, nervous and tempted to get on another plane back to New York. Instead he caught a cab and directed him to the address Kim had given him. They pulled up to an unassuming apartment building about twenty minutes later as Randy twisted his hands in his lap.
He paid the driver, got out of the cab and made his way to the front door. He found the number for Gale's apartment and pressed the button for him before he realized he had no idea what to say. He panicked and turned to leave, turned back, turned and ran down a couple steps, ran back, dropped his bag and stumbled over it. He fell against the wall and hit his head soundly. He stood up, rubbing at what was sure to become a huge lump and realized Gale was talking at him through the call box.
"Yeah? Can I help you? Hello?" Randy stood, one hand pressed to his head while the other wavered in mid-air, unsure of what to do.
"Is someone there?"
He reached out and pressed the button again. "Unergh."
A pause.
"Holy shit Tom, you sound sick. Come on up." The door buzzed open and Randy blinked, having enough sense to hustle through the door with his bag. He wasn't sure who Tom was but he loved him right now.
Unless he and Gale were fucking. In that case he hated him.
The elevator he located was slower than normal but got him to Gale's floor quicker then he wanted. Randy let the doors open and close a couple times before working up the nerve to step out into the hallway. He made his way toward Gale's door, hands shaking and head throbbing. He pressed his ear up against the plain white door and listened for any movement inside, any hint of people other than Gale, any tiny bit of information that could potentially send him running back down the stairs and to the airport, never to let anyone know about this particular peak in his insanity again.
There was nothing. His insanity remained intact.
He raised a shaking hand to knock, swallowing hard as his head continued to pound. He rapped once, lightly, and stepped back, ready to run.
The door swung open and there was Gale- tall, dark and slightly menacing.
"Randy?"
"Um, hi," Randy squeaked. He coughed, clearing his throat. "Hi, Gale. Um... sorry to barge in on you like this."
"Did you come in with Tom?" Gale looked out into the hallway.
"N-no. That was me you talked to."
Gale gave him a weird look. "What are you doing here?"
"I came. Er- to see you. I got a flight this morning and came to see you."
"How did you know where I lived?"
"Kim. I called her this morning."
"She told you?"
"Yeah, I managed to get it out of her."
"She hates you."
"I knew it," Randy muttered under his breath. Gale raised an eyebrow. "I mean, well. Yeah. She still does. I think I just caught her off guard."
"Seems to be your thing lately," Gale told him dryly. He leaned against his doorframe and crossed his arms. "So why are you here? What possibly can you say to me in person that you haven't said over the phone or in an email?"
"I didn't think you read my emails," Randy told him.
"Hard not to notice them when I'm wading through my inbox. So?"
"Right. Uh... well, we didn't leave things on the best of terms in New York. So I wanted to come and try to make things better."
"Are you returning my stuff?" Gale asked.
"Not exactly but-"
"Then you're not making things right." Gale turned to go back into the apartment but Randy stepped forward and grabbed his arm.
"Penguins!"
Gale stared at him. "What?"
"The penguins! In the zoo! They fuck but not always with girls, they do it to each other. And they stand on each other's back and sometimes they can be gay. And some of them mate for life. Not always cause some of them live in colder climates or something, I didn't read the information pamphlet that closely, but some of them do! So the gay ones might too, but that has something to do with procreation so I'm not really sure how that works out in the long run but penguins, Gale! Fucking penguins!"
Gale stared down at Randy, slack-jawed. "Do you know you're bleeding?"
Randy raised a hand to his head and it came away bloody. He cursed under his breath.
"Come inside. Between the blood and you ranting on about fucking penguins the neighbours are going to think you're insane."
Randy giggled. "Too late." Gale looked at him oddly but led him inside. He made him set his bag by the door and guided him into the bathroom. He made Randy sit on the toilet seat while he got the first aid kit.
"What did you do to yourself?"
"I fell into the wall."
"How?"
"I was in a tizzy," Randy giggled again as Gale cleaned the wound. "Over you! Simon told me I should have told you and that you would have understood. Or maybe you wouldn't have. I think I thought you wouldn't have understood and that's why I didn't tell you. I think. Maybe Simon's off his rocker."
"Someone certainly is," Gale muttered. "Randy, it seems like this bump is more severe then I thought. I think you might have a concussion."
"Gale," Randy grabbed Gale's hand and pulled him down so they were face-to-face. "I don't think I am insane. I think it's all just because of you. You make me crazy. I like everything about you, and that's why I bought everything. Do you get that?"
"Yeah, I get it Randy," Gale told him, gently trying to pull his hand away. "I'm going to go call out patients and see what they say I should do about you, okay? Stay here, alright?"
"Simon was wrong! You do understand!" Randy laughed, holding his head. Gale smiled slightly and left the bathroom. Randy could hear him muttering to himself in the living room.
He took in his surroundings, admiring Gale's bathroom. He could feel his wound still bleeding so he grabbed a hand towel from beside the sink and pressed it to his head. He was feeling a little woozy and decided to find a place to lay down. He stood up carefully and found his bearings, then made his way out of the bathroom. He could still hear Gale in the living room, presumably talking to someone from out patients. Randy wanted to lie down so he went in the other direction and found Gale's bedroom.
It was rather messy, either from still being in the process of being unpacked or just because it was Gale and he was a messy guy, Randy couldn't tell which. The bed was unmade and clothes were scattered here and there. Randy kicked a couple pairs of shoes out of the way as he stumbled to the bed and sat down. He looked around the room and noticed a few pictures hung up on the walls, things he thought he recognized. He stood up and went to take a closer look at them, his vision swimming a little. As he got closer something clicked in his mind.
"It can't be."
He looked at a couple of the pictures before making as straight a beeline as he could for the closet and started nosing through Gale's things. He could hear Gale hang up the phone in the living room and start to make his way back to the bathroom.
"Randy? The nurse at... Randy?" Gale's voice got suspicious and worried and nervous all at once as he realized Randy wasn't in the bathroom anymore. He was determinedly searching through Gale's closet for what he suspected- no, knew was there now.
"Randy, what are- Randy stop!" Gale appeared in the doorway to his bedroom and made a move toward Randy.
Before he could get there the other man wheeled around, yanking a hanger from the closet. "A HA! What's this Gale?"
"Randy-"
"What the hell, Gale? My clothes in your closet? My drawings on your walls from the show? I didn't draw those! I can't even draw stick figures, Gale!"
"Randy, please-"
"Why the hell are my clothes in your closet and your clothes in my closet, Gale? Why have we been bidding on each other's things on the internet? Why... why... oh no."
And with that Randy passed out on the floor, holding one of the sweaters he wore as Justin on the show.
Continue to Randy and the Curse of
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Date: 2005-06-08 07:01 am (UTC)*dies*
but he was always out at a "meeting" which Randy was positive was code for 'he's hiding in his office from you because you scare the shit out of him and make his eyes bug out five ways from Friday now.'
*dies some more*
humping!penguins! *snorfles*
bwahaha. And there's room for another sequel, dun dun duuuuuuun! *squishes you hard* Oh, how I love the crackfic.
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Date: 2005-06-08 08:01 am (UTC)moremoremore! omg. i love this series so much. randy's "penguins" monologue just totally made my day. lovelovelove. ♥
can you write more and post it before 12:30PM EST on thursday? please? ;)
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Date: 2005-06-08 08:55 am (UTC)COME ON! That SOOOO could have worked! The thought of Randy cuddling with the underwears, though... omg you're killing me.
"This aloof, pseudo-tortured actor thing was kind of boring."
Oh Randy... I can't wait for you to really realize this ;))
And being a part of your "research" just makes the whole penguin-mounting and standing-on-their-back thing so much funnier. But PENGUINS! And... YES! And sometimes they fuck! And they stand on your back, and they don't fuck girls! Hooray!
The intranets rule me, Mari. This you know. Now give us more please and thank you.
BTW, what is out patients? Is that some fancy Canada-land version of a doctor's office?
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Date: 2005-06-08 03:03 pm (UTC)can't wait for more!!!! :D
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Date: 2005-06-09 01:13 pm (UTC)"Did you come in with Tom?" Gale looked out into the hallway.
OH, GALE.
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Date: 2005-06-09 01:54 pm (UTC)His insanity remained intact.
Bwah!! I love poor insane Randy.
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Date: 2005-06-09 03:38 pm (UTC)<3.
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Date: 2005-06-12 08:31 am (UTC)The Prince must marry his Princess!
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Date: 2005-06-28 10:45 pm (UTC)The penguins, man. The peguins. Totally made my day.
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Date: 2005-07-05 03:34 pm (UTC)That was one of my favorite parts and I almost died of laughter...that so could have worked. I also loved his PENGUIN speech and what he did on the stairs of Gale's apartment.
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Date: 2005-11-22 06:13 pm (UTC)This story is freaking awesome.
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Date: 2005-11-23 12:50 am (UTC):D
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Date: 2005-11-23 04:01 pm (UTC)