19 [ACTION/TEXT]

[bestsweater]

[In the aftermath of the chicken fight (and not the fun kind you do in pools), Brock's magnificent statue somehow remained untouched. All that blue miracle goop sure is convenient.]

[One overnight trip to the hospital later (after a particular action thread takes place in this very journal), a text post appears on the network.]

I hope everyone's okay. It sounds like you are. I'm okay, too, mostly. I think I need to take a few days to myself. To. Recover. From that.

Comments

[shysentinel.livejournal.com]

Sir Brock! Are ya okay!?

[bestsweater.livejournal.com]

Yes. I am fine. Are you fine?

[shysentinel.livejournal.com]

Yeah, I'm alright, I and Mr. Miller and Ms. Wolf got down to the bunkers and I went to help fight the thing. But then it melted like a candle inta gooey stuff!

[bestsweater.livejournal.com]

So I heard.

There are bunkers?

[WHY DIDN'T I KNOW ABOUT THE BUNKERS]

[shysentinel.livejournal.com]

Yeah, Ms. Zelda said they were from...sumpthin' called the...Aparoid War?

Did they get ya??

DUCT TAPE BRIGADE

[bestsweater.livejournal.com]

[it is time]

[whitedeviljack.livejournal.com]

[Raiden, being the janitor, has access to amany abucket. With him is currently one (1) bucket for dead mutant chicken healing goop collection purposes. Now he just needs THE GOOP.]

[badasscopters.livejournal.com]

[And of course, Goose comes across Raiden.

He was trying to get some way to move the goop, but once he saw him, he realized that he was beaten to the punch. OOPS.]

... Taking it to Brock? [ohhhhh god.]

[natureprincess]

[Erika, being a gardener with far too many projects, has access to amany ashovel. She had been quick on Raiden's heels with one (1) shovel for dead mutant chicken healing goop collection purposes. In a stunning display of teamwork they are collecting THE GOOP.

And then Tangrowth ran past and divebombed the goop. Oh dear lord what was...

She was running back towards their destination, noodley, goopy appendages flailing.

Ohhhhhhh.]

. . .

[miss-dreavus.livejournal.com]

Is your penis alright?

[SUBTLETY.]

[bestsweater.livejournal.com]

[NO

NO IT'S NOT]

...What!?

[cupofbatnoodles.livejournal.com]

[Hello she came back.]

What happened to his penis?

[bestsweater.livejournal.com]

NOTHING

[tank-rockarms.livejournal.com]

Yeah, I'm real sorry, Brock.

I'll buy you a steak dinner. Or two steak dinners.

[bestsweater.livejournal.com]

It's. Okay.

Maybe when I'm feeling better. I'm ordering the most expensive thing on the menu

[tank-rockarms.livejournal.com]

Is your dick, you know, alright?

[bestsweater.livejournal.com]

It's been. Better.

[boxingmidget.livejournal.com]

How is your-

W-will you be okay...? With, uh...

[bestsweater.livejournal.com]

Yes. I am fine.

[boxingmidget.livejournal.com]

Are...you sure...?

[It was really gross and Mac's crotch still hurts over it okay he is feeling so bad for you he can't even.]

[bestsweater.livejournal.com]

Yes. [No.] I am sure.

[goaheadnblunder.livejournal.com]

You're talking, so that means you're alright.

Good to hear.

[No, he's not going to ask about THAT.]

[bestsweater.livejournal.com]

Yeah, for the most part. Thanks.

[Private]

[goaheadnblunder.livejournal.com]

Oh, and you don't have to give Ms. Blacky your boxers. I just ordered a pair for her online.

Re: [Private]

[bestsweater.livejournal.com]

I wasn't...planning on it.