Plasticmanticor started out his day going over his checklist for his Kefka costume. The little kids at his door wouldn't know how scary the person they saw really was! Heh, prince of clowns.
PMan: Lesse here...red cape...although I don't think I can get the yellow inside...red cape it is.
He scratched the first item off his list.
PMan: Then I need shoes. One black, and one white, huh. I guess I could duct tape my regular shoes. Yea, that'll work. After that, I need blue pants, although cannot be jeans, because those wouldn't work. And I hate jeans. As a shirt...the picture shows yellow shirt and the sleeve being purple with polka dots. I don't think that will be too difficult to find. Not at a costume shop. Lastly, I need some facepaint, which I think I have leftover from last year, and a feather for my hair. Kinda a shame that my hair is dark brown. Well, I'll use gel to slick it back, and put a feather there. I doubt anyone will really care. Oh yes, of course, I need a striped scarf.
Stifling an early morning yawn, he grabbed the keys to the car and drove off to the costume store. When he got there, however, the man behind the desk seemed a bit timid, and unwilling to help the customer.
Manager: I so bet I'm next!
PMan: What do you mean by that?
Manager: You don't know?
PMan: Not really
Manager: Well, basically.........
Don't just take a stand, take ACTION.
Every moment spent whining is forever a moment lost from doing something about it
Also, THO has lost the game. It's true