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So, I belong to this SECRET club on campus called the Southside Ninjas. Aka the ninjas who do good. So, we had our first real mission tonight. We trooped* across campus en mass to distribute little paper ninja stars throughout a rival dormitory. (Each saying "Have a nice day"). We split into pre-organized teams, each assigned a floor, and neenja'ed our way through. It was fun, despite my evil lungs.
Except for the shriekers. You know the sort. The type of girl who laughs like a rabid raccoon and shrieks "OhmiGAAWWWD!" at everything her equally brainless friends said. All of them wearing clothes that they were spilling out of, shoes they couldn't run in if the Headless Horseman were chasing them, and chattering like lobotomized magpies all the way across campus. Oh, and ironically chirping "I'm a ninja!" at every person we passed. I wanted to sell them to Clair for lab experiments, and that's nothing compared to what my room/team-mate wanted to do.
*flops*
I'mma go breathe now and get this dead feeling out of me.
*I know ninjas don't troop, but there were fifty or so of us and only ten at the most understood the concept of 'sneak.'
Except for the shriekers. You know the sort. The type of girl who laughs like a rabid raccoon and shrieks "OhmiGAAWWWD!" at everything her equally brainless friends said. All of them wearing clothes that they were spilling out of, shoes they couldn't run in if the Headless Horseman were chasing them, and chattering like lobotomized magpies all the way across campus. Oh, and ironically chirping "I'm a ninja!" at every person we passed. I wanted to sell them to Clair for lab experiments, and that's nothing compared to what my room/team-mate wanted to do.
*flops*
I'mma go breathe now and get this dead feeling out of me.
*I know ninjas don't troop, but there were fifty or so of us and only ten at the most understood the concept of 'sneak.'
