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001 (video)
[ Maybe Independence Day is Coach Finstock's favorite movie for a reason. All Stiles knows is, at first he was in his jeep, dropping Scott off at home - and then he was in a shuttle, with some nasty-looking dude with six eyes staring at him.
He may have shrieked in a totally manly way and sat on the bench furthest away from him.
Anyway the shuttle - space shuttle, space ship - had set down, and he'd been herded out and dumped on a launch pad in some serious need of scrubbing. Some dude with actualfax fucking mandibles had tiredly told him that he was supposed to go to Zeta district and help with repairs if he didn't have anything better to do. He did not field any other questions. Stiles has been flying by the seat of his pants for the last few hours.
That first hour may have involved hyperventilating.
Regardless, he knows how to work this omni-tool thing now and he's using it thanks to ingenuity and possibly some passerby help. His face fills up the entire screen. ]
So aliens are real. Big, giant huge wrinkly aliens that look like they want to eat my face, and blue space babes. Okay, that's cool, we respect all of the species in human-land. Totally cool bros here.
[ A teenager's very determined expression of resolve goes here, though. ]
What we don't respect is kidnapping. Which I'd say is what just happened, you know. But I've got questions. If any of you see a five foot three girl with fair skin, green eyes, and strawberry blonde hair, or a five foot ten dude with tan skin, brown eyes, brown hair and an uneven jawline, you're gonna tell me, okay?
And if any of you touch a hair on that fine lady's head, I'm going to go Will Smith on your butts.
[ Scott can handle some heat. Stiles turns the video off, then switches it back on suddenly. ]
And the dude you're telling is Stiles!
He may have shrieked in a totally manly way and sat on the bench furthest away from him.
Anyway the shuttle - space shuttle, space ship - had set down, and he'd been herded out and dumped on a launch pad in some serious need of scrubbing. Some dude with actualfax fucking mandibles had tiredly told him that he was supposed to go to Zeta district and help with repairs if he didn't have anything better to do. He did not field any other questions. Stiles has been flying by the seat of his pants for the last few hours.
That first hour may have involved hyperventilating.
Regardless, he knows how to work this omni-tool thing now and he's using it thanks to ingenuity and possibly some passerby help. His face fills up the entire screen. ]
So aliens are real. Big, giant huge wrinkly aliens that look like they want to eat my face, and blue space babes. Okay, that's cool, we respect all of the species in human-land. Totally cool bros here.
[ A teenager's very determined expression of resolve goes here, though. ]
What we don't respect is kidnapping. Which I'd say is what just happened, you know. But I've got questions. If any of you see a five foot three girl with fair skin, green eyes, and strawberry blonde hair, or a five foot ten dude with tan skin, brown eyes, brown hair and an uneven jawline, you're gonna tell me, okay?
And if any of you touch a hair on that fine lady's head, I'm going to go Will Smith on your butts.
[ Scott can handle some heat. Stiles turns the video off, then switches it back on suddenly. ]
And the dude you're telling is Stiles!
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whats the last thing u remember b4 u got kidnapped
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one minute driver's seat, next minute bam, kidnapped.
and hey, how do i know you don't have aliens in your brain?
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ok n/m definately no aliens in ur brain pretty sure there arent ne aliens that lame
but were all the aliens here dude
text | BY SAYING THAT YOU RUINED THE NEXT POST I HAD PLANNED
what. i'm pretty freaking sure i'm not an alien dude
text; oops.
and come on u think humans r the native species of this rock were on?
text; im kidding
i didn't even know we were on a rock, but i highly doubt anyone is the native species to it if we're on - what, a moon, an asteroid?
text; trolllling
thats how the aliens got into ur brain i bet
they sensed a weak will and lack of ambition 4 any sort of self respect
and i dunno dude i dont specialize in classifying space rocks
were on a space rock full of crazy murderous aliens and no 1 here makes a good cheeseburger
text; stiles is horrible news at 11
and of the two of us, i'm apparently the only one who knows the difference between an asteroid and a moon. so i don't think you have room to speak there buddy
[ but that last part. ]
what you're shitting me. we might be in the minority but there's gotta be some place that makes a good cheeseburger. or do humans lose the ability to make them in order to make it to the stars???
[ it is a mystery ]
text;
but lemme no if i can interest u in the finest pizza omega offers
just call 1-800-marco-the-deliverator
text;
this is ridiculous. surely mcdonald's hasn't gone under that easily. and if they have, i'm sure there's still a preserved burger somewhere. those chemicals gotta be good for something.
text;
and neway i didnt say there werent cheeseburgers
just no good ones
sack up dude
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id b more worried about ur taste buds
cuz like lax players just dont have good taste in nething
text; so who's older because marco's technically born before stiles
clearly im just going to have to try some of this food and prove you wrong.
text; stiles has been alive for longer i guess, because if we go by birthdate everything is silly
call a time and a place
ill bring u 1 'cheeseburger' and 1 pizza
text; lmao one they should compare birthdays and it's like duuude
who's paying fro this all though? loser?
and i gotta find some places first. i'll get back to u.