[ Don't worry, Dean. The harpoon isn't aimed at you. It's aimed at the ceiling!
Okay, now it's fired into the ceiling. Russia starts tugging on the rope connected to the harpoon (I'm sure there's a technical term for this but FUCK IT IT'S ROPE), hard enough so that parts of the ceiling falls away and caves in.
Amidst the dust and ruin and "why the shit did he just do that," there is Dean's present:
It's a shark.
A shark just fell through the ceiling and is now thrashing wildly in the room.
Russia just takes a few steps back towards the window again, waving happily. ]
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Date: 2011-08-26 01:01 am (UTC)[ Don't worry, Dean. The harpoon isn't aimed at you. It's aimed at the ceiling!
Okay, now it's fired into the ceiling. Russia starts tugging on the rope connected to the harpoon (I'm sure there's a technical term for this but FUCK IT IT'S ROPE), hard enough so that parts of the ceiling falls away and caves in.
Amidst the dust and ruin and "why the shit did he just do that," there is Dean's present:
It's a shark.
A shark just fell through the ceiling and is now thrashing wildly in the room.
Russia just takes a few steps back towards the window again, waving happily. ]
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