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FTEC, Sunday 8/4
Sunday, August 4th, 2013 06:51 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
stykeraThere were sharks falling from the sky. This was not the strangest thing Stark had experienced in Fandom but it was probably the bitiest.
Today's cupcakes were not shark-themed, but only because the staff at JGoB hadn't had any advance warning of the rain of sharks. Tomorrow, they had told Stark with a slightly disturbing amount of enthusiasm, tomorrow there would be all sorts of shark cupcakes.
The alien was in, ready to deal with your shark-related (or other) medical needs, and hoping none of the sharks were going to manage to get inside the clinic. Although if they started requesting medical care he would attempt to help, if he could.
[open, ocd-free, full of sharks]
Today's cupcakes were not shark-themed, but only because the staff at JGoB hadn't had any advance warning of the rain of sharks. Tomorrow, they had told Stark with a slightly disturbing amount of enthusiasm, tomorrow there would be all sorts of shark cupcakes.
The alien was in, ready to deal with your shark-related (or other) medical needs, and hoping none of the sharks were going to manage to get inside the clinic. Although if they started requesting medical care he would attempt to help, if he could.
[open, ocd-free, full of sharks]