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

[natureprincess]

[Well you are permitted to lie down sifhsdgfddfh. She is completely unable to refute his alarmed statements and that just makes her feel so bad.

She's just going to hold all the undamaged parts of him until the golf cart shows up.

And then Tangrowth held them both.]

... hnn.

[bestsweater.livejournal.com]

[SOBBING

AND CRYING]

[badasscopters.livejournal.com]

...

That has gotta hurt.

[All Goose can do is cringe and pat Brock on the back. Uh. Oh god.]

[bestsweater.livejournal.com]

[AUUUUUUUUUUUUGHHHHHH]

Who did thiiiiis

[badasscopters.livejournal.com]

[Goose was juuuuust going to give it straight and let Brock think what he will.]

Max punched your dick off because you had... something in your boxers. One of them chicks, I think.

[bestsweater.livejournal.com]

[Sorry all he heard was "Max punched your dick off".]

AAAAUUUUUGHHHHHHHH.

[whitedeviljack.livejournal.com]

[SUDDENLY...



Except no not really, it's just a golf cart with a dent in the front. Your chariot awaits, Brock.]

[natureprincess]

[Erika very readily helped him to the golf cart. Sob sob sob.]

[bestsweater.livejournal.com]

[AND OFF THEY WENT]