>>67149439You get postal dude Schizo instead
>Its lunch time>Anon is sitting at the cafeteria table with Naser>He would've gone to the auditorium like usual, but Fang is out sick and Reed is out playing a chess tournament (and no, that's not a euphamism for a carfe binge) and the looks Trish kept giving him while they were alone together made him uncomfortable>So that left him here>Its not all bad though. >Naomi's out at the same tournament, so at least he doesn't have to deal with her constant chatter.>Its actually pretty peaceful without her, aside from the ambient roar of the cafeteria>Unfortunately, that wordless tranquility is interrupted when Anon senses a presence behind him.>He turns around to see a green and yellow compy in a trench coat, sunglasses, and alien t-shirt>He freezes, wondering if he's about to be the first victim of some bullied virgin's day of reckoning.>Life is ironic enough to have Anon specifically be victim number 1.>"Hi there!">Anon practically jumps out of his when dino Clebolt speaks>"Would you like to sign my petition?" He says with a grin as he shoves a paper and clipboard into Anon's face.>Its a garbled mess of chicken scratch>The only things he can make out are "puppet show" and "auditorium">Worried this might be a kidney stealing contract, Anon does the only thing he can think to do.>"Uhh, no thanks. Sorry.">The compybine suspect's face sours>"Just sign the stupid petition!">Now Anon really doesn't want to sign it, whatever it is.>"I-I'd really rather not.">Anon flinches when his hand reaches down to his coat pocket >It goes in and digs around for a second >"This is it. I'm going to die. The latest victim of pathetic virgin on pathetic virgin violence. Why did I have to be the new Elliot Rockger's first victim?">Anon froze again when the compy's hand came out. Then he heaved an internal sigh of relief as it came out empty.