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

[freakinblur.livejournal.com]

Good! Glad we could get along so great. Now if you'll excuse me, I got some more laps ta run, an' you can go about doin' whatever it is ya do. But if I hear you so much as look at one 'a my friends the wrong way, it's on pally. Ya got me?

[muertederojo.livejournal.com]

Yes of course.

[freakinblur.livejournal.com]

[Scout nods.] So's long as we're clear.

[With that, Scout is off once again! At least this time your hat stays put.]