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Post by Bobby Drake on Sept 7, 2006 22:14:04 GMT -4
Bobby took his time getting to the first floor washroom. A copy of Maxim that he had procured from Guido's room the other day was folded neatly and tucked under his arm as he stepped into the bathroom to conduct a little business.
He even had a little whistle on his lips. This was kind of how things worked. Eleven o'clock on the freakin' nose, and here he was, right where he should be.
All was right and good with the world.
Stepping in, he turned to shut the door behind him when he looked down and noticed a growing puddle of water around the basin of the toilet. Following it to the source, Bobby noticed that there was a pipe under the sink that had sprung a leak. Believing with absolutely no reason that he could simply take care of this, he reached in to tighten the pipe and was immediately sprayed in the face with a blast of water.
Sputtering a little, Bobby called out for help.
"Hello? Someone out there with like a wrench or something?"
(tags: Guido)
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Post by Guido Carosella on Sept 7, 2006 22:47:31 GMT -4
For every action, there was an equal and opposite reaction. Some smart guy somewhere said that sometime.
For example, Guido ate a lot. A lot. Couldn't help it. He was a big guy. Big guys need a lot of food. Guys who eat a lot have to...well, they gotta take the Browns to the Super Bowl a lot.
Also, Guido enjoyed reading to pass the time during this certain activity. He was a particular fan of the female form, and most of his reading material reflected this preference. However, his latest issue of Maxim had gone missing, so he was forced to make do with last year's Victoria's Secret catalog. Not that there was anything wrong with that, but he'd pretty well exhausted it some time ago. It's nicer to see some new...faces.
On this particular occasion, Guido thought it would be best to use the downstairs bathroom instead of overstressing the dorm area's plumbing. It was best for all involved.
Rounding the corner, he could hear the unmistakable hiss of flowing water, and Bobby Drake's cry for assistance. He scowled. That little dork had probably had a prank backfire on him. Time for the master to correct the student.
Sticking his head in the door, he frowned at the mess. "Next time, try ta at least hit tha seat instead of playin' fireman."
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Post by Bobby Drake on Sept 7, 2006 23:07:06 GMT -4
The water was getting crazy out of control now, and Bobby was already soaked through and through. The magazine under his arm had acted as a sort of sponge, the pages swelling with feminine parts that looked unnatural even for Hollywood.
He couldn't hear anyone approaching because the sound of the water spraying all over the place pretty much won out.
"Next time, try ta at least hit tha seat instead of playin' fireman."
"Dude!"
Just as he opened his mouth it was filled with a blast of water. "Dude, no...I found it like this. You're good with tools and crap." Something else snapped and the water flow increased. He'd already been trying to shut off the water valve. That was what snapped.
"Come on Bob Villa, give me a hand here!"
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Post by Guido Carosella on Sept 7, 2006 23:16:41 GMT -4
"Tools and crap?! I got yer tools right here!"
Guido shook his head. Kids these days. No respect.
He shouldered his way into the bathroom and hunkered down in front of the spraying sink.
The pipe had a good-size crack in it. And the valve was shot, too. That whole assembly would have to come out.
Guido gave the pipe a gentle twist, but it wouldn't budge. Oh, he could've gotten it out easily enough if he really tried. And have half the mansion's plumbing come up with it. Some things called for a more delicate touch.
He nudged Bobby. "We're gonna haveta take this nice an' slow. First off, hold onta this while I find some lube."
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Post by Bobby Drake on Sept 7, 2006 23:21:56 GMT -4
Nodding, Bobby yelled after Guido who was already looking for something to lube it up. "You want me to wrap both hands around it or what?!"
He really sucked at this kind of thing.
"Hurry up! I'm getting wetter by the minute!"
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Post by Guido Carosella on Sept 7, 2006 23:27:27 GMT -4
"Yeah, yeah. Keep both hands on it. Get a good tight grip. Hey, don't pull on it until I tell ya! You'll make an even bigger mess."
Guido didn't have time to run to the garage to find some WD-40. The pipe was approaching critical. He cast about desperately for an alternative, and his eyes fell on a pump-bottle of soap on the sink.
"We'll haveta use this soap. Might smell funny, but it'll work good enough. Hold still while I work it in. An' quit worryin' about how wet ya are. Yer as wet as yer gonna get, a little more ain't gonna hurt ya."
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Post by Bobby Drake on Sept 7, 2006 23:31:28 GMT -4
The door was in the way, so Bobby kicked it shut. He moved over a little, but found-"Gah, you're crushing me you big gorilla!" He tried to keep his hands on but allow enough room for Guido to reach in and do what he needed to the pipe.
"Arrgh! It squirted in my eye!"
He couldn't see anything. "Can't we just wedge something in there real good?"
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Post by Guido Carosella on Sept 7, 2006 23:39:24 GMT -4
"Oh, quit yer whinin'. It's good fer tha complexion."
Guido hunkered down, squirting the soap into the threads of the pipe. He then tried again at working the pipe loose.
"All right, here we go. On three. One, two, hrrrrrgh! Come on you little..."
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Post by Bobby Drake on Sept 8, 2006 7:54:04 GMT -4
Guido wasn't really paying attention as he was trying to yank the pipe out. His gargantuan gorilla shoulders were smashing Bobby against the wall. "NNnnnaaaaaa! Oh man! Oh man!" He tried to wriggle free.
Then his eyes went wide.
"Charlie horse! Man, I'm cramped up like a big dog!" Pulling free, he let Guido work on the plumbing for a minute while he sat in the puddle on the floor and tried to relieve his cramped leg. He glanced over at what Guido was pulling out from under the sink.
"Is that it? I thought it would be...bigger..."
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Post by Hank McCoy on Sept 8, 2006 9:16:39 GMT -4
Henry took his time getting to the first floor washroom. A copy of The Journal on Experimentation with Microbial Spores that he had just received and been waiting for was folded neatly and tucked under his arm as he headed for the bathroom to conduct a little business.
He stopped in his tracks when he heard voices.
Yer as wet as yer gonna get, a little more ain't gonna hurt ya."
"Arrgh! It squirted in my eye!"
He stood frozen as he tried to decide whether he should intervene. After all, he was a teacher.
"Is that it? I thought it would be...bigger..."
Turning around slowly and with widened eyes, Henry headed toward the elevator as quietly as he could. He decided that whatever was going on in there it was better for everyone if he never knew.
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