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11 August 2009, 23:01
section 0, article 4
[the journal picks up the sound of an alarm, and then ... sniffing]
Why does it smell like Thanksgiving all've a sudden?
[opens his door, and - yep. sprinkler'd by gravy. thank you SO much, Sam Puckett. Castle? you are now getting The Dreaded Look O Kay. smacks his lips, slowly, thoroughly unimpressed, and reaches up to slick gravy off the front of his suit, and then off his hand onto the floor.]
Hm.
Can I have an umbrella, please? .... [poof.] ... thank you. What's the weather tomorrow, then? Cloudy With A Chance Of Sausages? I always did like the bit about the mashed potato snowdrifts.
Why does it smell like Thanksgiving all've a sudden?
[opens his door, and - yep. sprinkler'd by gravy. thank you SO much, Sam Puckett. Castle? you are now getting The Dreaded Look O Kay. smacks his lips, slowly, thoroughly unimpressed, and reaches up to slick gravy off the front of his suit, and then off his hand onto the floor.]
Hm.
Can I have an umbrella, please? .... [poof.] ... thank you. What's the weather tomorrow, then? Cloudy With A Chance Of Sausages? I always did like the bit about the mashed potato snowdrifts.