tank_rockarms: (Loving Glance)
tank_rockarms ([personal profile] tank_rockarms) wrote2011-03-19 02:13 am

ACKSHUN

Once upon a time in a land far, far away, there lived a valiant blue knight who rode atop a steed made out of orange iron. He was a mighty knight, and had slain many in battle.

But one day, an evil imp by the name of VINCENT. V. VINESON came out of the wooded forest glen and did several thousand dollars worth of damage to the muscular knight's equipage.

The brave knight took off after this vile svartálfar and soundly beat him to within an inch of his life, and also sprayed numerous effusions from his stomach upon the foul defiler of his sweet ride, because of the contemptible reprobate's noxious particulate matter.

Several days later, it came to the mind of the knight exactly who this wretched daemon might have been, and so, dear reader, he went to confront him.

Max knocked on Vinnie's door.

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Max sniffed again. "Just somethin' in my eyes, ain't nothin'."

"No, ain't nothin' at all."

Max reached down to Vinnie and Red. And he caught them in his manly embrace. "That's the best reason to want to join the army, I'm so proud of you two." Those warm drops you may feel in your hair is just. . . excess testosterone that Max's body gets rid of through his eyes. That's all.

Man, Max. You need to stop being a giant ball of emotions.

And Max, it's not like Red is joining the army, too.




Or is he?