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Who: youfartknocker and route_29
Where: New Bark Town
When: Backdated to the afternoon of 11/20
Summary: From a land far, far away comes a young boy by the name of Butt-Head. Fathers, lock up your daughters.
Rating: PG, maybe PG-13 for mild language? It’s nothing sexual or bad, he just uses dumb/insert word-ass a lot as an insult. 
Log:
[ OOC: Feel free to reply in any format you want, prose or action. I’m just doing this to save time because I’m lazy. ]

[ Butt-Head came tumbling out of the house, the door slammed behind him. He looked back at the door, rubbing his butt. ] Uh, huh huh. She totally wanted me.

[ He turned to look at the town he was in. He hadn’t paid any attention at all to what that chick had been saying (he was too distracted by her huge thingies) but it didn’t look like his town. ] Uh, huh huh. This must be the part of town where all the dorks go.

[ He put a finger in his ear, flicking some earwax off of his fingers. He looked up, searching the sky for the source of that awful sound. ] This music sucks. Uh, huh huh huh.

[ He sat down on a bench, going through his bag. He began to throw out things he didn’t want- soap, shampoo, toothpaste. They are scattered all over the ground, free for the taking. It’s not like he wants them. ] Uh, huh huh. What? [ He pulls out a red apron and a matching headband. ]

Uh- I’m not a chick. Uh, huh huh huh. [ He threw them behind him, pulling out a lunch his ‘mother’ had made for him. ] Cool, free food.

[ He lifted his bag by the handles and hung it upside down, dumping the rest of the contents on the ground. There was a bright flash; Butt-Head put a hand to cover his eyes. A loud roar erupted near him, a thud occurring about the same time.

He opened his eyes, staring up in awe at the Onix. ] Uh, huh huh huh. Cool.

[ He didn't seem to be too bothered by the weather. ]