Hey Mister Fancy Pants tell me do you dance?
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Aug. 29th, 2008 | 10:27 pm
posted by: way_okay_fey in objectiondr
[Ugh, deserts were hot. Scorching. Roasting, even. Any longer and she'd be turned into a Maya Burger Deluxe! Or... no wait, you didn't roast burgers. Well, a roasted Maya Fey didn't sound too good either.
No, wait. Mmm, food.
Hang on, hang on. Eating people - especially yourself - is bad for your tummy or something. What was it called... Cabananism? Something. Maya usually could brain, but not under such insufferable heat.
Speaking of heat, there was only so much she could tolerate. She'd been stuck in this odd Texaco place for a WHOLE DAY already, with a crate of expired Samurai Soda and NO FOOD. She crawls out of the broken-down car and stumbles towards the shop inside the petrol kiosk, hoping the air conditioning inside worked, if not even a fan.
... and enters exhibit A: dressing room.]
... it's not hot!
((No Mayas? SHAME ON YOU.))