![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
Fandom High Office, Monday, September 18
Sep. 18th, 2006 07:25 amA small town in Missouri, three years ago...
He came home with groceries. There were eggs. And milk. When he walked into the kitchen, he saw them. His family. Dead. Killed by a paper clip.
"PAAAAAAAAPER CLIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIP!" he yelled, dropping to his knees. The eggs broke. The milk spilled on the floor with much symbolism.
Today...
"So you have a vendetta against paper clips?" Fred Trooper asked.
"Yes. Paper clips killed my family. I need to make those jerks pay," he responded.
"You do realize that we need paper clips for our work?" Fred Trooper asked.
"Binder clips. They hold much better," he said.
"But they're not bendy," Fred Trooper said.
"But they also didn't kill my family," he said.
"Point taken. You're hired, but the paper clips stay. Welcome to the Fandom High office, MW043," Fred Trooper congratulated.
"I'll have my revenge. And call me Chuck," Chuck from the Detention Office said.
He came home with groceries. There were eggs. And milk. When he walked into the kitchen, he saw them. His family. Dead. Killed by a paper clip.
"PAAAAAAAAPER CLIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIP!" he yelled, dropping to his knees. The eggs broke. The milk spilled on the floor with much symbolism.
Today...
"So you have a vendetta against paper clips?" Fred Trooper asked.
"Yes. Paper clips killed my family. I need to make those jerks pay," he responded.
"You do realize that we need paper clips for our work?" Fred Trooper asked.
"Binder clips. They hold much better," he said.
"But they're not bendy," Fred Trooper said.
"But they also didn't kill my family," he said.
"Point taken. You're hired, but the paper clips stay. Welcome to the Fandom High office, MW043," Fred Trooper congratulated.
"I'll have my revenge. And call me Chuck," Chuck from the Detention Office said.
