(no subject)

[aint-no-wiener.livejournal.com]

[Somebody might notice a bright red three-legged alien creature running around in a panic, tossing jars every which way as he flails his arms. But hey, maybe that sort of thing is normal here. He slows down after a couple of seconds as it dawns on him that he isn't where he once was.]

Wait a sec. Now where on Funkotron is this? It ain't no Funk Zone, and it ain't Trixie's pad. Yo Earl! Earl! You here? Remember when I told you about them funny Earthlings with the store? No? Not here, Earl? Ah well.

It's been fun, funky Earthling twins, but I really gotta skidaddle. Jar up some of the Earthlings that are running around kicking people in the shin, and throwin' tomatoes, and shootin' spitballs, and old ladies with their armies of poodles. Poodles ain't nice dogs.

...Then again, nobody's gonna mind if I ain't there for a bit. Give my knee caps some rest, y'know. They won't mind that.

[[ooc: At work. Tags may be erratic. Sporadic is what I meant. Home now!]]

Comments

[lamb_of_gold]

...
[what.]

[aint-no-wiener.livejournal.com]

[Oh crap it's an Earthling! He cautiously pulls out a jar, keeping one arm out in front of him like the human's a wild animal.]

Now stay calm, Earthlin' dude. I'm just gonna put you back with your friends, ai'ight?

[lamb_of_gold]

I beg your pardon?

[damnfinecoffee.livejournal.com]

[...he's seen stranger than this. He really has. He catches aliens for a living, for God's sake. So he really shouldn't be staring.

Naturally he's staring anyway.]

[aint-no-wiener.livejournal.com]

You keep on starin' I'm gonna have to charge pay-per-view.

[damnfinecoffee.livejournal.com]

...aliens have pay-per-view?

[whitestlotus.livejournal.com]

... Ew.

[ Angela is the queen of tact. ]

[aint-no-wiener.livejournal.com]

Whatdya mean "ew"? I look damn good!

[whitestlotus.livejournal.com]

To what? A crab?

[cabbage-sale.livejournal.com]

[He's never seen anything like quite like this before, and can't help but stare.]

What are you?

[aint-no-wiener.livejournal.com]

Me? I'm just Funkotron's next risin' star. Some people call me DJ TJ.

[cabbage-sale.livejournal.com]

Never heard of it. That some sort of costume?

[thedeltaqueen.livejournal.com]

Hon; there ain't no such thing as a nice dog.

Now, I'm guessing that by Earthlings, you'd be referrin' to the humans. But jarrin' them up ain't gonna do you no good. They ain't gonna change, babe, and most of them ain't really so bad anyways.

[aint-no-wiener.livejournal.com]

Nah. By Earthlin's, I mean Earthlin's. You from Earth? You an Earthling. Most of 'em are human, but not all. An' I ain't tryin' to change 'em, just throw 'em off the planet. You one of them cat things, right?

[thedeltaqueen.livejournal.com]

Actually, hon, I think you'll find most of them are insects. And in case you didn't notice, this ain't no planet. Cat thing, or no, you ain't kickin' me off nowhere.

[unearthlysusan.livejournal.com]

Funkotron? I'm afraid you're probably a long way from there. You're safe, though. Don't worry.

[aint-no-wiener.livejournal.com]

[He gives a heavy sigh. Somehow.] It's ai'ight. Not the first time I've been stranded.

[unearthlysusan.livejournal.com]

Oh, you're not stranded. You can go home whenever you like!

[seventhcoil.livejournal.com]

[Fumie is just...staring a bit but hey, she met a giant frog recently, so this isn't EXTREMELY weird. Just. Weird.]

Ah, wow! You're a real alien, aren't you? Not just an alien on the inside but the outside, too!

[aint-no-wiener.livejournal.com]

Real as real gets, baby. Better than reality TV. You got any tomatoes on ya?

[seventhcoil.livejournal.com]

Ah, a tomato? Let me go check. [She drops off the Plane without explanation, only to reappear with a tomato, which she holds out proudly.] Are you from some cool alien race that uses tomatoes as food?!

[quickcleanpure.livejournal.com]

[Guess who just narrowly avoided getting beaned in the head with one of the jars?]

Watch it.

[aint-no-wiener.livejournal.com]

[He jumps!] Boogyman! [Crap where's the rest of his jars?]

this tag is not late....

[bacchusprincess.livejournal.com]

[And this is where Juliet stares. Like, utterly confused...]

No such thing as late :D

[aint-no-wiener.livejournal.com]

Another victim of my dashing good looks. I enjoy all the admirin' an' all, but blinkin' is a vital function an' I'd rather not be responsible for shriveled up eyeballs, ya know what I'm sayin'?