@clxssicist liked for a starter from Toaster.
All was still and quiet in the area, not a sound to be heard aside from the soft chirping of crickets...
And then there was Toaster crashing through a nearby wall at about thirty miles an hour bellowing something about spam. A pretty average weekend for him.
It took about a second for him to pull himself out of the rubble and look around the area, dusting himself off as he did. Of course his scan was pretty much eye level, meaning he didn’t spot someone standing just beside him and promptly proceeded to bump into them as he attempted to wander back in the direction he’d come from.
There was a few seconds pause as he stepped back, looking the stranger up and down. He took a deep, calm sounding breath, before he immediately blurted “Whaddafuck do you want? You better not be after my spam... though it wouldn’t really matter much if you were. I don’t even really like spam.”
