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[righthandsmoke.insanejournal.com]

Who: Hydracula, visitors
Where: Inside the angerdome
When: Day 143, Late morning
What: SIMBAAAAA


[BOY LAST NIGHT SURE WAS EXCITING. There was definitely something of a commotion late last night bringing their squished teammate back home, however much attempts at keeping it subdued were made.

Now Simba's been settled into the least lumpy bed they have, and Scowl at least has been keeping constant paranoid vigil waiting for him to wake up.]

Maybe we should call that Judge . . .

Comments

[assumedposition.insanejournal.com]

If I had been stronger...

[behindenemylies.insanejournal.com]

You should focus on getting better.

[assumedposition.insanejournal.com]

... Yeah. Probably.

[behindenemylies.insanejournal.com]

[what else to say when you know nothing about reassuring people...]

Oh, um... I got a name. It's Molotov.

[assumedposition.insanejournal.com]

[I would laugh but I already figured out that's a bad idea. so. grins instead.]

That Scowl... he really has a one-track mind.

... It's nice to meet you, Molotov.

[behindenemylies.insanejournal.com]

One-track mind?

[assumedposition.insanejournal.com]

He really wanted to name someone after an explosive, I think.

[behindenemylies.insanejournal.com]

Well it didn't seem too bad. What does Simba mean?

[assumedposition.insanejournal.com]

Ah, Rain said it was after a lion?

[behindenemylies.insanejournal.com]

That sounds all right.

[assumedposition.insanejournal.com]

I thought so too.