Meh, I haven't done much to make it look any different, but I'll probably get around to it sooner or later...
...not that anyone cares.
Metal Gear Shopping: Part OnePart OneMetal Gear Shopping: Part One by GeriatricYoda
Mr. and Mrs. Wilberforce pushed their heavily-laden trolley out of their local supermarket, one gaudily labelled HappiShop, tried to steer it (the trolley that is, not the supermarket) straight down the path to their parked red Fiat Panda when, as luck and rubbish design would have it, the trolley swerved into the brick wall
Or, at least it should have hit the brick wall. Instead it hit something soft which fell under the impact and gave out a low gruff curse. There was a low, barely audible buzz and a man dressed entirely in blue appeared, rubbing his shins and swatting an absurdly long bandanas ends out of his eyes.
Well, Mr and Mrs. Wilberforce werent quite sure what surprised them more; the fact that a strangely-dressed man had just appeared out of nowhere and was swearing at everything under the sun, or that they now had red exclamation marks over their heads.
Whatever could they be, dear? old Mrs. Wilberforce asked he husb
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Operating System: No idea WHATSOEVER...but my screen says "DELL"
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