peanut butter vs. zombies
Jun. 14th, 2006 11:10 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
sureiLiss and I and (her brother? I think?) were camping out to take part in this thing - I'm not sure I remember what. Except that I think Heather was also there. And that there was this thing that wasn't a computer, on which I could use a program that wasn't a web browser to find music online.
And people were having fun pretending to be zombies and come shrieking in the door and down the hall only to hit this force barrier created by the peanut butter in the clock on the wall.
And Xellos was there too.
So when, at night, real zombies came, and everyone else was trying to resist the transformation process (caused by the presence of zombies, nothing else) my love of peanut butter was helping me. Only Xellos wasn't as affected, but he was still a little, and the reason why he wasn't as affected (because he wasn't physically present) was also the reason why he wouldn't resist the little bit that he was. So I anchored him to me, and flipped up to the ceiling, and then walked down to crouch above the clock in the hall and started flicking peanut butter pellets at the zombies.
And people were having fun pretending to be zombies and come shrieking in the door and down the hall only to hit this force barrier created by the peanut butter in the clock on the wall.
And Xellos was there too.
So when, at night, real zombies came, and everyone else was trying to resist the transformation process (caused by the presence of zombies, nothing else) my love of peanut butter was helping me. Only Xellos wasn't as affected, but he was still a little, and the reason why he wasn't as affected (because he wasn't physically present) was also the reason why he wouldn't resist the little bit that he was. So I anchored him to me, and flipped up to the ceiling, and then walked down to crouch above the clock in the hall and started flicking peanut butter pellets at the zombies.