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Today we ate some nutritional supplements that were acquired from the food truck known as The Latin Bronco and headed off in the general direction of the science wing.
We were there for a while until we realized it was 12:15.
The spinal chips activated and the West Side Story re-enactment begins!
After 37 seconds the chips powered down and we were “normal” again.
Yesterday was just as mind blowing.
RIA headed off to play Dance Dance Revolution. We DDRed for about four hours. And guess who came by?
The newest member of The Poss, Ming the DDR Queen. She is Asian. A famous RIA quote is, “You can only beat Guy the Manager at DDR if you are Asian,” and it proved true.
This is the one that destroyed Guy the Manager last session. This girl Ming is not to be confused with the Japanese Dancing Queen that we are not completely sure on about the existence of.
But before the arrival of Ming, these two other girls were DDRing and they were ahead of us...
So we did the only thing we could when we got our turn. We swiped in 18 credits.
They complained that it wasn’t fair. RIA doesn’t negotiate with terrorists or people who take DDR from us. But against my thoughts, DJ Hadoken bargained with them and that was the end of that.
Later we went to adventure towards Wendy’s for caffeine to combat the DDR machine.
We also recently acquired rings. Special rings. The ones you get for $0.25 from those machines. With the power of Economic Hardship, The Student Body, Filthy Lifestyle, Oral Communication, and Whirling Gyrations we create Pop Artist with a Questionable Reputation.
After we DDRed until dusk, the whole band and DinoGirl were out scavenging for coinage in the fountain. She needed spare change to phone the parental units.
So we all started fishing out coins until some guys came by and said, “Oh look at those boys taking money from the fountain.” Poor DinoGirl just responded, “I’m not a boy.”
OWCH. Got to stop this talking. DJ Benvenuto is poking me in the back with his dagger.
I think he wants to post something.
So until then I leave you with these words.
Ever wish you were a 90-foot-tall robot, beating the snot out of other huge robots in a futuristic mega-sport?
Sure you have.
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