27th Inning

[freakinblur]

[Zip! Zoom! What is that blue blur? Naturally, it's Scout! And today he's even faster and more energetic than ever, if that's even possible. He's laughing wildly, almost maniacally, jumping from rooftop to car to tree and keeps going.]

Un-freakin'-touchable!

[That's because he got sent a certain atomic soda sent after they got back from Soviet Mayfield. 24 cans of caffeinated bliss! Of course, he should be rationing his supply, but after depriving a caffeine junkie for so long, only so much restraint can be shown.

So, Mayfield, be treated to a happy blue blur today. He's running past your windows, denting your cars, rattling your trees, even running right through your house if you leave the door open for more than a second. And of course, mocking you as he zooms past.

Later he can be found in the park, exhausted but still happy. Wearing himself out, he's asleep under a tree, his usual smirk still on his face.]

Comments

[relaxiamadoctor.livejournal.com]

Ah, well there were deep lacerations all over my body, and then I lost both my arms over there...but I woke up this morning and they were back~

[freakinblur.livejournal.com]

FRAN. Ya got big metal things in yer head! What the hell!

[relaxiamadoctor.livejournal.com]

Oh! I got these back this morning~ I was hoping it meant the Professor stopped by to fix me, but apparently it's just something that happens around here~

[freakinblur.livejournal.com]

Got 'em back? Mayfield gave those back to you? So that's what ya always looked like?

Aw, poor Scout, thought he met a cute girl

[relaxiamadoctor.livejournal.com]

Yes, this is how the Professor made me~

story of his life, man

[freakinblur.livejournal.com]

Made you? You were made?!