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Shin'ichi's Humorscope:
Your plans for a do-it-yourself replica medieval catapult will arrive today! Soon, your neighbors will become nervous (but you can explain that their fears are groundless -- you couldn't possibly hit anything that close with it).

Kaito's Humorscope:
Not an especially good day to play with crossbows, guns, machetes, flame throwers, mortars, heavy artillery, knives, ninja throwing stars, spears, maces, or nuclear weaponry. At least not all at once. Why not go out and putter about in the garden?

.... I don't think I really need to say anything. It's pretty much a story right there.

Cheesecrack Prom Night tonight. I was crowned King of Senior Cheesecrack, with Em as my Queen. I got a crown and a bullwhip and everyone was happy. Mwuahahahahahahaaa. still picking streamers out of strange places. muh hair. it et it.

Also, in completely random news, Hell Has Frozen Over. We currently have a few inches of snow on Mount Lemmon above Tucson. OMFG.

Robert Asprin, science-fiction author and one of the founding members of the Great Dark Horde, died yesterday. He was reading a Terry Prachett book when he passed away.

Date: 2008-05-24 07:11 am (UTC)
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From: [personal profile] saitaina
Thanks, just what I needed, the mental image of Shinichi with a catapult and Kaito decked out worse then my icon.

And that wasn't sarcasm, I'm feeling so sick I really did need that image. *grins*

Date: 2008-05-24 08:29 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] ickaimp.livejournal.com
Well, it's never stated that Kaito shouldn't deal with catapults. Mebbe it'd go well-?

^_________^

Date: 2008-05-24 08:33 am (UTC)
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From: [personal profile] saitaina
Kaitou Kid stood at the edge of the upper roof of the Kudo house, looking down at the three persons in black below them. 'Fire!"

Shinichi shifted his body weight, forcing the lever down, watching as the bucket of mud went flying through the air, wincing as it hit it's target.

Kid blinked, wiping across his face before looking at the man across the roof from him, glaring. "Not. At. Me."

On the rooftop across the way, a bucket of flying marshmellow goo hit the pair, while Vodka cheered.

(I blame meds)

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