33 Apocalypse, Tuesday Early Evening

[raspberryturk]

The sun was just starting to sink through the sky, lengthening the shadows across the ground.

Through those shadows, other shadows emerged, hauling the remnants of their unsuspecting prey toward its final resting place.

Smoochy was dead.

And now he was going home.

[Intended for interaction with one, and then reactions from the residents of this particular shiny address afterward, which has been modded with permission by a certain Chem teacher!]

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[tyler_gone]

"I know, I should give them an A+ on it," Tyler deadpanned. "Too bad I'm nto teaching torture."

He surveyed the pieces they'd brought in. "I think this looks like all of Smoochy."

[crazypilotman.livejournal.com]

Murdock just eyed him a bit over that comment. Torture wasn't exactly something he found funny.

"Cool," he said, putting the head with everything else. "Think you'll figure out who the culprits were?"

[tyler_gone]

Tyler didn't mind being eyed.

"I'll teach Friday with Smooch's head on my desk, see who looks at him funny."

[crazypilotman.livejournal.com]

"Draw the guilty party out eh? Sounds like a good plan."