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[roxyspaulding.livejournal.com]

Hey Peoples,

So, I was making some cookies, and I ran into a bit of a problem. Who knew that 4 dozen really meant 46? I kinda accidentally made a few dozen dozen cookies, and I need some help eating them. You all will help a sister out, right?

Love ya!

Roxy

PS. Ignore the burning smell. It will go away.



(If one were to shift the cookies around, a person would notice a pile of black, charred hunks suitable only for use as hockey pucks under the first layer of edible cookies.)

((These are magical cookies with random, non-fatal results. Effects and duration are up to the muns involved.))

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[dr-janitor.livejournal.com]

[Eee, thank you ^_^ I've heard great things about your Jack :3]

The Janitor stares at Jack a moment longer, still unable to place why this person puts him on edge but deciding it's just One Of Those Things that he ought to mull over later when he's assembling the rest of his squirrel entourage. "I guess you don't lip read, huh? Pre-tty disappointing there, Ninja Friend."

[jd-octor.livejournal.com]

"I-," he paused. "Hey Jack." he said with a smile. "So, you ate your kids?" he asked sceptically.

[dr-janitor.livejournal.com]

"Well I didn't." He doesn't seem to care that he's recovered from the brink of tears and thereby made his story even less credible. "The other kids did. Like locusts."

[jd-octor.livejournal.com]

JD paused, just staring. "That's a lie!" he said, positive he was right. Nobody would eat their brother or sister, right? Right?

[dr-janitor.livejournal.com]

"Is it?" He stares at JD, managing to look enigmatic and morose at the same time. Then he pulls something from his pocket and snatches JD's wrist, forcing him to take it--a tiny skeletal human hand. "Is it, really? Maybe you should tell it to Little Timmy. Go on. Tell Timmy he's a lie."