#46

[tank_rockarms]

Alright whoever glued Flak's helmet to my head THIS AIN'T FUNNY.

I probably got lice or somethin' now.

The weights strapped and stuck to my arms just sorta... make everything I do into a workout. So I actually. Sorta think that's a good idea. If it's good enough for Goku, it's good enough for me. I may start just strappin' weights to my arms and legs, sorta like wristbands and ankle weights. Maybe Andy can make a set for me to wear all the time... Somethin' adjustable, with less glue.

Though weighin' in at 1,150 pounds or so sorta. Doesn't work too well for sittin' down in the cafeteria too well.

Sorry about breakin' that chair, Nancy. And the other chair.

So yeah uh. If anybody could turn these things down or get me some solvent, that'd be a good idea. I don't wanna rip my skin and hair off.

I hate this stupid helmet.

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[boxingmidget.livejournal.com]

...Whoa. [Mac gave a sympathetic look.]

O-okay. Uh, let's see if we could get rid of Problem One. Get rid of that jerk's helmet.

[Holds up the solvent...will it all be enough to handle the job? Probably not...luckily there's another who will come to help ^^.]

[mailcalltime.livejournal.com]

*another knock on the door*

Max? Max! It's Parakarry. I found some solvent.

[boxingmidget.livejournal.com]

[Oh great timing! And he was just running out!]

I got it.

[He opened the door to welcome the mailman. He held up his can of solvent, which was now almost empty. He didn't spare the details]

Heya, Parakarry. Looks like we're gonna lots of that stuff.

[tank-rockarms.livejournal.com]

I hate this stupid helmet.

[mailcalltime.livejournal.com]

Don't worry, we'll get you right out.

*sees that Mac's can of solvent is almost empty and then looks at his own can.*