Charles Foster Offdensen (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
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dramadramaduck2013-03-21 10:22 am
ninjamanager) wrote in dramadramaduck2013-03-21 10:22 am
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[the feed turns on to show Charles standing in a HUGE room somewhere in Mordhaus, stone walls and flying buttresses vaulting up into forever. various crates are stacked around, some ceiling-high, and he's standing next to a massive, burly man dressed like an executioner in a cut-off t-shirt with a clipboard]
... I see. And you found them behind the cases of pickups from EMG? ... Well, they never did sell. My fault, really. The boys hit the big time right near the end of the craze, and it ... died faster than it was projected to.
[he sighs.]
Fantastic. What the hell am I supposed to do with five hundred crates of assorted Dethklok POGs?
... I see. And you found them behind the cases of pickups from EMG? ... Well, they never did sell. My fault, really. The boys hit the big time right near the end of the craze, and it ... died faster than it was projected to.
[he sighs.]
Fantastic. What the hell am I supposed to do with five hundred crates of assorted Dethklok POGs?
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[so verbose, Charles]
no subject
I've got a few minutes.
[He starts typing commands into the typewriter in the console]
Just give me aaaaaaaa... [It only takes a few more keystrokes to triangulate precisely where in time and space the feed is coming from aaand]
There! [He slams the dematerialization lever home and with a distinctive VWORP the TARDIS surges into motion. The noise is suddenly coming not from the feed - but from Charles' very office as a blue police box slowly materializes]