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[As much weird crap as he had put up with in his life, especially recently, winding up in bed in a house he'd never been in with a woman he didn't know was kind of a new one on Benson. New enough, in fact, that he practically fell out of his bed and scrambled to the other side of the room on his butt, just looking around in wonder and horror at the room he'd found himself in. He guesses there were worse places he could be but...no, you know what? Kidnapping is kidnapping and he's not really in the mood for any of it right now.

He takes some time to explore the house, looking in shocked horror at the pictures of him with a family he's never known, as a human for God's sake, and-

That's when he first notices it. He lifts his hand, looking it over as it's turned a softy, fleshy pink, and feels a shiver run down his spine.

That tears it. That's the moment he runs to the nearest telephone in the house, and does what he does best.]


[Phone]

[Good morning Mayfield. Enjoy the pleasant voice of one of the angriest men in the world blaring across the telephone.]

MORDECAI! RIGBY! WHAT DID YOU DO?

I have no clue what you did or how but whatever it is, heh, you better change it back! And you better change it back and fix it soon, or you're BOTH FIRED!

[Action; Around Town]

[There's a very angry, lanky man walking around town, hands stuffed into the pockets of the jacket he's wearing, back hunched up like an angry cat ready to leap at and maul the first thing it finds. He grumbles unpleasantly, occasionally stopping to angrily kick at one of the garbage cans in front of him before continuing on his way.

He's sticking to Ricardo Street for the most part, but feel free to find him anywhere.]

[Phone]

Date: 2011-12-08 06:46 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] goddamnhedgehog.livejournal.com
[There's a very low growl on the other end. Thanks for making him almost go deaf, Benson.]

Be quiet.

action; gently holds this place

Date: 2011-12-08 07:12 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] wecanallbeturds.livejournal.com
[ Oh Benson, all that rage is bad for you. He certainly won't be the only one out and about town today, as fate would have it. Falling back into lollipops for money territory tends to lead to days where large-headed elderly gentlemen are ushered out relatively early in the day, for some reason. Eh, youth these days.

Well not like Pops is complaining. All the more time for cheerfully roaming the sidewalks, his true passion in life. He knows his street is somewhere around town, but he can get around to that later. Fun times now, they simply take precedence. 8I ]

phone

Date: 2011-12-08 01:38 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] luxuriality.livejournal.com
The person you want to fire is named Lucy, not Mordecai or Rigby.

[ She is just going to snark the living shit out of you right now, sorry Grumpy. ]

Date: 2011-12-08 06:24 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] likes2havesex.livejournal.com
[did you just yell at her through the phone? oh...]

WHO THE FUCK IS MORDECAI AND RIGBY?!

Date: 2011-12-08 10:47 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] nopunchies.livejournal.com
[[wow! that's loud! he nearly drops the phone, but manages to grab it before it slams onto the floor.

he knows who it is. he has no doubts. yet... he still asks. maybe, just maybe, it's some other pissed off dude who knows a mordecai and rigby.]]
Ughh. Benson, is that you? Shit, and I was just starting to relax.
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