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[ KNOCK. KNOCK, MOTHERFUCKERS. Someone's pounding on your door. Might want to open it up. You wouldn't want to keep the FBI waiting, would you?

There are two "agents" at the door. Both in matching black suits with matching terribly colored, hideous ties. Both with badges in hand (Terezi's is upside down). One is covered in gray facepaint and has candy corn taped to her head. The other is Dean fucking Winchester.

And you, my friend, are suspected of a various assortment of crimes. ]

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[akapeanut.livejournal.com]

[What the fuckity fuck fuck. Who knocks like that? Seriously. Assholes.

George snarkily makes her way to the door and opens it just enough to yell out any necessary expletives.]

What the fuck do you want?

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[cull-means-care.livejournal.com]

[Feferi peers around the door, curious and a little suspicious. She looks rather drenched and the bodypaint on her arms is blotchy where she hadn't quite let it dry before trying to swim.]

Yes?

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[urnewkingbitch.livejournal.com]

[Oh, look, agents at his door! What a surprise for Dave's character! Not.]

Sup, favorite agents.

[bad-ass-dude.livejournal.com]

[Oh dear. Well, Shizzy has no reason to NOT open the door. I mean you're clearly trolls, but there's no reason I shouldn't trust you... say goodbye to Exodia]

.....?

[Yes, he is a man of so many words.]

[paper-knight.livejournal.com]

Mark answers the door with his hands full of yarn and a harried look on his face.
The room behind him is strung--wall to wall--with more of the same, a tangled mess of yarn and pushpins and papers and the occasional demonic Rubiks cube. He is on the verge of a breakthough, he's sure of it. A breakthrough in what the narration has no idea.

"Make it quick. I'm a little busy, here."

I'm late but PLEASE LOVE MEEEEE

[reckless-eagle.livejournal.com]

[Peeeers out of his door!]

Like, what do you want?