Well to be more accurate, the joke is about your father and how he has been holding onto a hundred year grudge over absolutely nothing at all. And I mean that in all seriousness, he has no reason to hate me or my family that any rational person can
[ and in the middle of writing all that he gets a call from his office. the host tells him that a certain blond visitor has barged his way into the building and won't leave.
[ the dead fish is now a tiny penguin. both stand and user are pointing at it proudly, as if to say, voila! the penguin is making tiny squawking noises as it flops around. ]
[ Fuck. Ok, no big deal - well sort of, he's never worked with penguins before so he doesn't know what to expect - he'll just take some steps back, give it some space. ]
[ it is still waddling around him. waddling and making confused penguin sounds as to where it is and inquiring about the lack of snow. ] I think you should take a picture and add that to your album - which, by the way, I did find interesting but got buried amidst the .... fish problem. I intended to fully appreciate your skills nonetheless but then you hit me with an ill-timed comment.
[ and then the penguin suddenly sprints in its waddle and the shock of not wanting to get in its way cause jotaro to slip on the carpeted floor and fall right on his ass.
I have one. As the older, and therefore the more responsible one, you need to accommodate for mine.
[ a photo of jotaro kujo on the floor with the curious penguin invading his personal space is taken for posterity. gold experience gives him a thumbs up before disappearing. ]
[ --and suddenly, not even in the blink of an eye, jotaro is behind giorno with that camera in hand and he sure is deleting that goddamn photo. a good use of his time stop, truly. ]
[ he lets giorno take it back without a fight and instead looks over to the penguin... who some of his remaining staff have come around to coo. ]
The original man who owned this club had a certain love for penguins. The staff that have been here since he was around still wish we kept penguins here.
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[ what's cooler than being cool - ICE COOOOOLD ]
u know what?????????????
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action!!!
1/3
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sigh.
ok he's coming to the front to see giorno. ]
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Good evening, signore.
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Go home. Go to bed.
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Is it the wrong brand of smokes? I can only pilfer this one on short notice.
Or would you prefer it to be a different kind of fish entirely? I can create whatever you want, you'll just have to be more specific.
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[ the dead fish is now a tiny penguin. both stand and user are pointing at it proudly, as if to say, voila! the penguin is making tiny squawking noises as it flops around. ]
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Giorno, call back your penguin.
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[ it is still waddling around him. waddling and making confused penguin sounds as to where it is and inquiring about the lack of snow. ] I think you should take a picture and add that to your album - which, by the way, I did find interesting but got buried amidst the .... fish problem. I intended to fully appreciate your skills nonetheless but then you hit me with an ill-timed comment.
[ yeah!!!!! that's right!!! ]
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[ and then the penguin suddenly sprints in its waddle and the shock of not wanting to get in its way cause jotaro to slip on the carpeted floor and fall right on his ass.
stellar. ]
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[ a photo of jotaro kujo on the floor with the curious penguin invading his personal space is taken for posterity. gold experience gives him a thumbs up before disappearing. ]
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Take your penguin and go home.
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[ WOW YOU'RE NO FUN AT ALL he's gonna try and grab his phone back thanks
meanwhile that penguin is waddling away. ]
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The original man who owned this club had a certain love for penguins. The staff that have been here since he was around still wish we kept penguins here.
wew i forgot about this ....
So you inherited Club Penguin, then.
[ rather innocently spoken. ]
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[ he goes on to walk towards the bar area, leaving the penguin for his staff to fawn over. ] I'm gonna make a cappucino for myself.
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