There's really no way to salvage lucky boxers after they've been washed. Sure, you can try wearing them anyway, but the mojo's just gone. It's science, or something. Detergent gets rid of mojo.
Sigh. It was nice while it lasted.
He nods, considering. "That could work. Maybe a talking hat doesn't need a brain-sized brain. Heck, it's gotta be pea-brained to..." Ray pauses, having said a combination of the words 'married' and 'Turnbull' more times in one day than he'd ever hoped to be capable of. "Yeah. Tiny brain."
"That's a good idea," Ray admits begrudgingly, glancing over at the pseudo-commune with an unsuppressed shudder. "But if they come at us with ill-intent, I've got the right to respond with kicking. It's in the constitution." And if it's not, it should be. "Otherwise?" He smirks, just a little. "That's a pretty big category. But I'm hanging in there." Not by much, but he's hanging!
"Well, hospitals are pretty clean," Ray points out. "Not germy at all." He reaches out and puts a hand on Fraser's shoulder. Fraser's smile isn't 100%, and it's making Ray think the mountie's a lot more freaked out than he'll admit. "I'm sure someone would have clued you in to the big stuff." Hearing the wolf's name, Ray lights up. "Dief's here!?" Whipping around, Ray cups his hands and yells out, "DIEF! You want a doughnut?"
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Date: 2007-09-12 07:43 am (UTC)Sigh. It was nice while it lasted.
He nods, considering. "That could work. Maybe a talking hat doesn't need a brain-sized brain. Heck, it's gotta be pea-brained to..." Ray pauses, having said a combination of the words 'married' and 'Turnbull' more times in one day than he'd ever hoped to be capable of. "Yeah. Tiny brain."
"That's a good idea," Ray admits begrudgingly, glancing over at the pseudo-commune with an unsuppressed shudder. "But if they come at us with ill-intent, I've got the right to respond with kicking. It's in the constitution." And if it's not, it should be. "Otherwise?" He smirks, just a little. "That's a pretty big category. But I'm hanging in there." Not by much, but he's hanging!
"Well, hospitals are pretty clean," Ray points out. "Not germy at all." He reaches out and puts a hand on Fraser's shoulder. Fraser's smile isn't 100%, and it's making Ray think the mountie's a lot more freaked out than he'll admit. "I'm sure someone would have clued you in to the big stuff." Hearing the wolf's name, Ray lights up. "Dief's here!?" Whipping around, Ray cups his hands and yells out, "DIEF! You want a doughnut?"