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[trashed]

[Luceti is just bent on torturing him. If he ever got any major gain, he'd just end up getting pulled back down to earth.

HAHAHA SEE WHAT I DID THERE--

Anyway.

He's having just a bit of bad luck today, seeing as how...well, every time he tries to walk through a doorway, he ends up in a trashcan. It'd happened several times already, and as of yet he hadn't exactly been caught by anyone.

But it was getting really annoying. Whatever Luceti was doing now needed to knock it off.

However, as he tries to enter his own apartment again...

He finds himself in another trash can. Where is he this time? Outside your house? Inside your house? In the trash can underneath the sink...?

Either way, I hope the trash can's not too dirty! Don't freak out too much, either. He won't bite.

Wait, yes he will.

...Engage at your own risk?]

Comments

[greenghost]

[John's actually pretty surprised you can fit in that little trash can there, Sync. Which is precisely why he's sitting at his desk leaning backward in his chair and staring at you.]

...Having some trouble there, dude?

[trashed]

[Yeah, well he's surprised too.

He just kind of...rolls out of it or something, and mutters under his breath.]

What was your first idea, genius?

[greenghost]

Actually my first idea was 'whoa there's a dude in my trash can,' but that's probably semantics. You need some help?

[trashed]

[isn't he lucky?]

I'm fine. I don't need anything. [He's getting out of the trash can now, trying his best not to trip.

Yep, this sucked.]