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tank_rockarmsOnce 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.
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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I WASN'T DONE, LJ
Date: 2011-03-23 06:32 am (UTC)You know how parents can get all nervous and skittish when their kid tells them he's going to join the army? Yeah, it's like that. This wasn't about money or helicopters or tank treads or whatever, it was about doing the right thing.
Red didn't know what the right thing was. He kind of couldn't help but think that this was how his mom must have felt when he told her that he was going to leave and run around in the tall grass and win badges from strangers (some of which were creepy older men).
He also kind of wanted to punch Vinnie in the arm for implying he was totally useless but that's a story best saved for another time.
"Okay, look. If you're really sure that you want to go through with this, then I've got your back." Pause, "But if you don't want to, even a little, then you need to tell me."