Well, that's new...

[xp_daytripper]

Mr Multi-Tasking himself, actually managed to burn a batch of French toast this morning at breakfast. Admittedly it was while we were both trying to unstick Meggan from her fork, the plate and the table. I swear, she ate more than I did. No wonder Nate was distracted, between the Bottomless Pit, the pregnant doctor and She Who Paints With Maple Syrup.

And now we're both un-sticky, time to go talk to the Professor.

Comments

[x-forge.livejournal.com]

That was Mr. Dayspring's fault? I think I got through three pieces before I realized they were basically carbon wafers. Not bad with some syrup, though.

[x-wildchild.livejournal.com]

Man, do you even -taste- food when you're eating it like that? Toast's meant to be chewed, not swallowed hole like you're some big giant boa or something.

[x-forge.livejournal.com]

Hungry, man. Brain needs calories.

[x-crowdofone.livejournal.com]

I did? No I didn't.

Oh wait, you meant Nathan. Never mind, then. :)

[x-wildchild.livejournal.com]

You sure you don't have some snake mutatation. Dude, you swallowed half a piece of toast WHOLE.

[x-forge.livejournal.com]

Like I said, hungry. Dr. Grey's been putting me through the wringer with the physical therapy routine she wrote up. I swear the woman is a closet sadist.

[x-crowdofone.livejournal.com]

So what does that say about Mr. Summers? Do we even wanna know? :)

[x-wildchild.livejournal.com]

Why would she be sad about closets?

[x-forge.livejournal.com]

I still disbelieve all those rumors. Nope, just can't picture it. Mr. Summers and girls go together like peanut butter and oven cleaner.

[x-forge.livejournal.com]

Sadist. One who enjoys the pain of others. Root of 'sadistic'.

[x-crowdofone.livejournal.com]

Man, I know you've seen what he keeps in the garage. The motorcycle alone probably gets him serious points. Between that and the constant sunglasses . . . well, okay, I can't actually picture him cashing in on the bad-boy thing, but I'm not a girl, either.

[x-wildchild.livejournal.com]

Oh. Dur. Like masochist only not. Gotcha.

[x-forge.livejournal.com]

Bad boy thing. He's like the world's most dangerous Boy Scout. Loitering around the bad part of town, whittling tent pegs and starting rebellious-yet-safe campfires...

[x-crowdofone.livejournal.com]

Dr. Grey really doesn't seem like the whips-and-black-bustier type, though. Even if she does look a little bit like the psycho chick in Goldeneye if you squint and tilt your head.

[x-crowdofone.livejournal.com]

"Remember, kids, only you can prevent forest fires, because the Man's too busy oppressing free-spirited youth."

[x-cypher.livejournal.com]

You mean Xenia Yet-Another-Subtly-Sexual-Pun, I mean Onnatop?

I just can't picture Ms. Grey as the crazy "I kill people while having kinky sex with them" type.

[x-crowdofone.livejournal.com]

This is what I'm saying. It's like trying to picture Kitty as an airhead, or something. Just does not compute.

[x-wildchild.livejournal.com]

Dude, no way Mr. Summers could ever be a Boy Scout. He's 1. a adult, and 2. Not fat. and all the grown up Boy Scouts I know are like, total lardasses.

[x-tarot.livejournal.com]

Notebook #3, page 97.

[x-crowdofone.livejournal.com]

Cue my disturbed face.

[x-tarot.livejournal.com]

From my point of view, it is better than Amanda-the-stewdaress.

[x-crowdofone.livejournal.com]

Nah, that one's just funny. Little packets of punk peanuts. :)

[x-tarot.livejournal.com]

There is a Punk Mr. Peanut on the way to visit you.

[x-cable.livejournal.com]

You mean you ate the damned stuff before I got back there to clean it up? Gah. I only left it alone for five minutes. Okay, maybe ten, given how long it took to get Meggan cleaned up.

[x-cable.livejournal.com]

Yes, Mr. Madrox, you're not the only one who can manage significant amounts of multitasking. I just do it all with the one brain.

Usually.