Second Run - Shoebox Fort

[speeding]

So. If you need me I'm in my fort.

On aisle 24. With the men's running shoes.

All invaders will be questioned and possibly subjected to ridicule if they do not bring approriate offerings.

Appropriate offerings include, but are not limited to, real clothes please for the love of god.

Thank you. This has been a PSA by your local evil overlord.

Or something.

Comments

[child-proteus.livejournal.com]

My fort owns your fort, dude.

Mine's made out of pillows.

I see your chibi Throne and counter with Chibi Dash

[speeding]

Does this require a fort off nemesis? Because I will win.

Smug.

I HOPED YOU WOULD. WHERE'S WANT?

[child-proteus.livejournal.com]

Bring it on. Yours does nothing but offer a lifetime of pain and possibly papercuts and bruising upon collapse. Mine is squishy and soft and arguably smooshy.


I prefer the word confident.

NEED WANT, YES?

[speeding]

However yours does not come with as many handy projectiles and amusing impromptu instruments. Also pillows are not intimidating.

Yeah you would.

DO WANT WANT.

[child-proteus.livejournal.com]

My pillow fort just happens to be located in prime projectile territory, dude. For the record. Survey says if a men's track shoe had to go ten rounds with a woman's stiletto, the stiletto would win every time.

Also, pillows are meant not to be intimidating. But rather, enticing and warm. Like justice. Only with twenty percent more smushability.

What is a good guy without his confidence that he is good and right and true?

[speeding]

Yeah, but only because stiletto's cheat. You a cheater Throne?

Okay that was possibly the funniest thing I've heard all night. I'll get back to you.

You mean his smug superiority, right?