The Recess Thread - It's Nothing Personal

[TheSailingRabbit]

Take cover!

Unleash the Cadburys!

[Huggs]

...Those aren't Cadbury's!



Oh, are they reeses puffs?

[TheSailingRabbit]

They're old Milk Duds.

[Huggs]

They look recycled.

[TheSailingRabbit]

They look recycled.

They were. We pulled them out of the trash behind the playground.

[Huggs]

Cool. Here have one.

*tosses dud into rabbits mouth*

[TheSailingRabbit]

Cool. Here have one.

*tosses dud into rabbits mouth*

"Foul!"

[Huggs]

Foul? They taste fine to me.

[Huggs]

Be right back. Gotta write this story.

"Deadly Bubbles: An Aliens Short Story"

[TheSailingRabbit]

Be right back. Gotta write this story.

"Deadly Bubbles: An Aliens Short Story"

Are we talking water bubbles, or something else?

[Huggs]

Chapter 1: The Calling

It was a dark and stormy night, and a young Cater Burke found himself lost and bewildered in the Museum Of Natural Speedos.

[TheSailingRabbit]

So, what's an unnatural speedo?

[Huggs]

We've yet to discover it. But the future allows for some leeway.

Chapter 1: Continued

He made his way to the second floor, hands trembling as he nibbled at a bucket of fish sticks. The lightning caused the displays to take on frightening and unnatural forms. Finding himself suddenly surrounded by cotton voodies and woolly mamocs, he stumbled backwards and ran into The Genghis Exhibit.

[TheSailingRabbit]

We've yet to discover it. But the future allows for some leeway.

Chapter 1: Continued

He made his way to the second floor, hands trembling as he nibbled at a bucket of fish sticks. The lightning caused the displays to take on frightening and unnatural forms. Finding himself suddenly surrounded by cotton voodies and woolly mamocs, he stumbled backwards and ran into The Genghis Exhibit.

Mini Voodoos?

[Huggs]

We've yet to discover it. But the future allows for some leeway.

Chapter 1: Continued

He made his way to the second floor, hands trembling as he nibbled at a bucket of fish sticks. The lightning caused the displays to take on frightening and unnatural forms. Finding himself suddenly surrounded by cotton voodies and woolly mamocs, he stumbled backwards and ran into The Genghis Exhibit.

Mini Voodoos?

Blessed underwear with a high thread count.

Chapter 2: Tight Corner

He groped along in the dark. He stumbled, he tripped. Grasping for anything with which to gain a more solid purchase in this house of tender cloth. A face full of bull fur told him he was going the wrong way. Another way, perhaps this one. The hands feel for glass, for metal, but only the fabric of history reaches back to greet this lost soul.

"Will I escape?" He wonders. "Or am I destined to wander forever in the fields of cotton and discount spandex? Oh God, my God save me!"