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it's sad how quiet this place is. we should change that.
[ hello? hello, is anybody there? is this dressing room empty? is this okay, am I allowed in here? hello?
anyway, heeeey, dressing room. what's up?
this little douchnozzle is sitting up SOMEWHERE FAIRLY HIGH UP and throwing paper airplanes down from where he's perched. the process goes something like this; he grabs a sheet from the small stack of paper next to him, clumsily folds it into another paper fuckin' airplane, smiles a little bit, and then aims it downward to smack into the heads of whoever's below him at the time. if their reaction is prime entertainment value, he'll even laugh like a little brat.
why is he doing this, you ask?
because: he can't find his Dad, he's bored as fuck, and the heck why not? ]
anyway, heeeey, dressing room. what's up?
this little douchnozzle is sitting up SOMEWHERE FAIRLY HIGH UP and throwing paper airplanes down from where he's perched. the process goes something like this; he grabs a sheet from the small stack of paper next to him, clumsily folds it into another paper fuckin' airplane, smiles a little bit, and then aims it downward to smack into the heads of whoever's below him at the time. if their reaction is prime entertainment value, he'll even laugh like a little brat.
why is he doing this, you ask?
because: he can't find his Dad, he's bored as fuck, and the heck why not? ]