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[rank1killer.livejournal.com]

[Max wanders into the kitchen, looking for something to do, and/or eat, not really anything specific, and happens to spot the can on the kitchen counter.]

Huh.

[curiosity gets the better of her and she goes to pick it up]

[The can itself is rather unremarkable, save for the label on it. "Travis Touchdown" it reads. Whether that's a food, or a brand name, or something else is left to the imagination, as that's all there to read.

It does, however, have a pull tab on the top.]

People should learn not to leave their crap out on the counter.

[cuz that makes it fair game in her mind. and again, curiosity killed the cat, because she's reaching for the pull tab to try and get it open]

[All it seems to take is for it to be opened a crack, before the can starts shaking and, of all things, music starts to play. Catchy music, the kind that sticks in your head and doesn't go away.

Or would, if it wasn't for the fact that a few seconds later, it appears the top of the can explodes out, as a dropkick spews forth from it towards the chin of whatever poor soul is opening it.]

[even Max's super reflexes are enough to get him away from this one, and she takes the kick before landing on the floor, hard.]

... THE HELL?!

[With some nice acrobatics of his own, the offending dropkicker, one Travis Touchdown, lands on his feet some feet back, catching the can in mid fall with a beam katana and cutting it in two]

DYNAMIC ENTRY, FUCKHEADS!

[ooc: Red is Max, Blue is Travis]

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[whatialways_do]

[is glaring at Travis from where she'd landed on the floor, before throwing her legs back to give her some momentum to get herself off the floor, and looking back at him with a glare, totally ready for a brawl]

Again. WHAT THE HELL.

[rank1killer.livejournal.com]

[He's lowering his katana, looking around, then glares right the fuck back at you and points his sword your way]

Who the FUCK are you, and what did you do with Pizza Batt Jr?

[whatialways_do]

My name's Max I don't know who this Pizza Hut jackass is but that doesn't mean you're allowed to just go exploding out of cans and kicking people in the face!

[yes, she's aware how ridiculous that sounds]

[waywithplants.livejournal.com]

[Why doesn't the journal ever stay shut]

What just happened?

[whatialways_do]

[she doesn't know where the journal is but she's yelling at it]

This jackass kicked me in the face.

[waywithplants.livejournal.com]

[pause]

Somebody kicked you in the face?

[rank1killer.livejournal.com]

The fucking castle just happened. SURPRISE, ASSHOLE!

[waywithplants.livejournal.com]

[flatly]

Of course it happened. You're here aren't you?

[bro-codebreaker.livejournal.com]

[from the doorway] Heh heh heh. Can of whupass. ... Nice.

[rank1killer.livejournal.com]

[Travis has had a little time to recover, but when he checks out you, Barney, he's pretty quick to just turn around and walk towards the fridge]

Get me a goddamn punk, Barney. Someone who needs to die. Then I'll SHOW you what that was a can of.

[bro-codebreaker.livejournal.com]

[right now, the only punk he can think of off the top of his head is the little troll kid who's been annoying the shit out of Crowley - Damian! - but that's close enough] Yeah, I can think of a guy who'd fit the bill.

I'd offer to foot you a scotch up at the Nines, but ... [shrugs and holds up his hands a little. he's pretty sure that's not what you want right about now. please Travis don't hurt em]

[lessthanstelar.livejournal.com]

[That sounds like a--]

Where the heck have you been?!

[rank1killer.livejournal.com]

[...SOOBIE?!

You know, it really says something when the sound of a kid chastising a man that just lost everything comforts him beyond reason]

Lil bro? ...That really you?

[lessthanstelar.livejournal.com]

Really. But seriously, where are you?!

[whatialways_do]

[is glaring at Travis from where she'd landed on the floor, before throwing her legs back to give her some momentum to get herself off the floor, and looking back at him with a glare, totally ready for a brawl]

Again. WHAT THE HELL.

[rank1killer.livejournal.com]

[He's lowering his katana, looking around, then glares right the fuck back at you and points his sword your way]

Who the FUCK are you, and what did you do with Pizza Batt Jr?

[whatialways_do]

My name's Max I don't know who this Pizza Hut jackass is but that doesn't mean you're allowed to just go exploding out of cans and kicking people in the face!

[yes, she's aware how ridiculous that sounds]

[waywithplants.livejournal.com]

[Why doesn't the journal ever stay shut]

What just happened?

[whatialways_do]

[she doesn't know where the journal is but she's yelling at it]

This jackass kicked me in the face.

[waywithplants.livejournal.com]

[pause]

Somebody kicked you in the face?

[rank1killer.livejournal.com]

The fucking castle just happened. SURPRISE, ASSHOLE!

[bro-codebreaker.livejournal.com]

[from the doorway] Heh heh heh. Can of whupass. ... Nice.

[rank1killer.livejournal.com]

[Travis has had a little time to recover, but when he checks out you, Barney, he's pretty quick to just turn around and walk towards the fridge]

Get me a goddamn punk, Barney. Someone who needs to die. Then I'll SHOW you what that was a can of.

[lessthanstelar.livejournal.com]

[That sounds like a--]

Where the heck have you been?!

[rank1killer.livejournal.com]

[...SOOBIE?!

You know, it really says something when the sound of a kid chastising a man that just lost everything comforts him beyond reason]

Lil bro? ...That really you?