Room 232, Friday Night

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Tony sat on his bed, sorting through the various treats and one bottle of rum he'd picked up during trick-or-treating. Okay, maybe it had been fun to dress up.

The door was open.

[Open! I'm working on Halloween. Entertain me?]

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Tony shrugged. "I got a lot. The rum was from the squirrels at the radio station."

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"I didn't get anything from the radio station! The pirate was complaining that I didn't say Trick or Treat. Chimps don't talk!"

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Tony laughed. "See, if you wore a real costume, you wouldn't have that problem."

[morpherboy.livejournal.com]

"It was too a costume! I wasn't walking around like this." He made a vague motion at himself.

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Tony rolled his eyes but didn't have an argument. "I made the pirate cry," he announced.

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Marco paused. "...How? Did you take away his microphone?"

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Tony shook his head. "It was the costume," he said, gesturing at himself. "Apparently the guy has ninja issues. Bad breakup."

[morpherboy.livejournal.com]

"The pirate broke up with the ninja?"

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"From his reaction, I'm guessing the ninja dumped the pirate," Tony said.

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"You are so having me on, aren't you?" Marco accused.

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"That's what the squirrels told me!" Tony was aware he wasn't helping his case here.

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"And of course, squirrels never lie." Marco pointed out.

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Tony shrugged. "I don't know if it's true. I'm just telling you I'm not making it up."

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"Where the robot and the zombie also involved?"

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"You'll have to ask the squirrels."