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xp_logs2007-10-22 02:19 pm
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Doug and Mark (backdated)
Backdated bit of logging from International Capslock Day that I found in my email. As a result of this thread, Doug comes out to have words with Mark.
~That's it,~ Doug thought to himself as he strode purposefully from his office toward the lobby. Mark had called him a dork on the journals twice, now it was time to deal with the man who had besmirched his honor. As he came in view of Mark's desk, he tossed a plastic lightsaber underhand so that it landed right in front of where Mark was probably playing Bejeweled or something. Snapping his arm out so that his lightsaber extended forward in a suitably dramatic pose, he yelled "FIGHT ME RIGHT NOW!"
Mark didn't even miss a beat. He picked up the toy with one hand and used the other to pull up iTunes on his computer, and queued up the Star Wars overture. He rose slowly from his seat as the horns blared. "COME TO THE DARK SIDE!" he taunted.
"YOU'RE NOT MY FATHER!" Doug howled in his best Luke Skywalker impression. Raising his lightsaber into a guard position, he advanced, sparing a brief moment to hope that nobody came in through the front doors while they were being giant dorks. Their coworkers, on the other hand, better have gotten used to it by that point.
Mark parried and tried to quickly recover. "I'M YOUR FATHER'S BROTHER'S NEPHEW'S COUSIN'S FORMER ROOMMATE." Doug was the one with actual martial arts training, but damned if Mark wouldn't put on a show anyway. Even for clients.
Without missing a beat, Doug cocked his head in mock confusion. "THEN WHAT DOES THAT MAKE US?" he asked at the top of his lungs, lowering his lightsaber to hip level and pointing slightly upward.
"ABSOLUTELY NOTHING." Mark's lightsaber also went down to his crotch. "WHICH IS WHAT YOU'RE ABOUT TO BECOME!" He lunged forward, aiming to strike Doug's belly and impale him.
Doug ducked to one side, circling around Mark. "I SEE YOUR SCHWARTZ IS AS BIG AS MINE!" he told the other man.
"HOW WELL CAN YOU HANDLE IT?" Mark waggled his eyebrows suggestively.
After several minutes of cavorting around the lobby and making lightsaber noises, Doug raised a hand to stop Mark and collapsed against a wall, giggling uncontrollably. "Okay, I totally needed that," he said as he struggled to catch his breath.
"We are very very very lucky that Emma didn't come in to visit," Mark said, smiling from ear to ear. "She would've made us think we actually were in Star Wars. And she'd probably have me put my hair up in buns."
~That's it,~ Doug thought to himself as he strode purposefully from his office toward the lobby. Mark had called him a dork on the journals twice, now it was time to deal with the man who had besmirched his honor. As he came in view of Mark's desk, he tossed a plastic lightsaber underhand so that it landed right in front of where Mark was probably playing Bejeweled or something. Snapping his arm out so that his lightsaber extended forward in a suitably dramatic pose, he yelled "FIGHT ME RIGHT NOW!"
Mark didn't even miss a beat. He picked up the toy with one hand and used the other to pull up iTunes on his computer, and queued up the Star Wars overture. He rose slowly from his seat as the horns blared. "COME TO THE DARK SIDE!" he taunted.
"YOU'RE NOT MY FATHER!" Doug howled in his best Luke Skywalker impression. Raising his lightsaber into a guard position, he advanced, sparing a brief moment to hope that nobody came in through the front doors while they were being giant dorks. Their coworkers, on the other hand, better have gotten used to it by that point.
Mark parried and tried to quickly recover. "I'M YOUR FATHER'S BROTHER'S NEPHEW'S COUSIN'S FORMER ROOMMATE." Doug was the one with actual martial arts training, but damned if Mark wouldn't put on a show anyway. Even for clients.
Without missing a beat, Doug cocked his head in mock confusion. "THEN WHAT DOES THAT MAKE US?" he asked at the top of his lungs, lowering his lightsaber to hip level and pointing slightly upward.
"ABSOLUTELY NOTHING." Mark's lightsaber also went down to his crotch. "WHICH IS WHAT YOU'RE ABOUT TO BECOME!" He lunged forward, aiming to strike Doug's belly and impale him.
Doug ducked to one side, circling around Mark. "I SEE YOUR SCHWARTZ IS AS BIG AS MINE!" he told the other man.
"HOW WELL CAN YOU HANDLE IT?" Mark waggled his eyebrows suggestively.
After several minutes of cavorting around the lobby and making lightsaber noises, Doug raised a hand to stop Mark and collapsed against a wall, giggling uncontrollably. "Okay, I totally needed that," he said as he struggled to catch his breath.
"We are very very very lucky that Emma didn't come in to visit," Mark said, smiling from ear to ear. "She would've made us think we actually were in Star Wars. And she'd probably have me put my hair up in buns."