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[teetheyes]

Okay.

Fastest way to repair a stone statue? Go.

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[bitingnightmare.livejournal.com]

[Stepping out of the way.]

I'm hearing this thing doesn't last beyond a few days.

[thegoodprince.livejournal.com]

[Perks up.]

We need to figure out what Weyland would do. I sure Weyland could fix this.

[bitingnightmare.livejournal.com]

Who the hell is Weyland and how would he fix this?

[thegoodprince.livejournal.com]

Weyland's Builder of the Kingdom. He can fix anything.

... I don't know how he does it, though.

[bitingnightmare.livejournal.com]

[Staring at Fly. Really... just... staring at him.]

... Let's glue it and tape it. You hold him, I'll wrap it.

[thegoodprince.livejournal.com]

[Pause, stare. Nodnodnod.]

Good.

[bitingnightmare.livejournal.com]

[Lots and lots of glue is going on that arm piece ehehe...]

Here.

[thegoodprince.livejournal.com]

[Oh. That's totally an arm. Eek.]

Alright.

[Let's try to line this up right, now.]

[bitingnightmare.livejournal.com]

[Strrrrrrrrpppp, that awful sound tape makes when being pulled.]

Keep him steady.

[Commence tripping the tape wraptastic.]

[thegoodprince.livejournal.com]

[Swallow, firm nod. Bring it. He's so getting Blue's arm taped back on.

... This is so bad. Jesus.]

[bitingnightmare.livejournal.com]

[After a good roll he steps back to look at this ghetto handiwork.]

.............

What do you think?

[thegoodprince.livejournal.com]

[Definitely not letting go, here. Leans back to take in the sight. He looks a little sick.]

Oh goodness. This is awful.

[bitingnightmare.livejournal.com]

Stop saying that!

[Freaked out nightmare is freaking out.]

[thegoodprince.livejournal.com]

[Freak out party?]

I'm sorry! Look at him, though! This's... This's sort of very bad.

[bitingnightmare.livejournal.com]

[Point at Fly.]

He's from your world, think of something! Does that Tinkerbell clapping shit work?

[thegoodprince.livejournal.com]

I mean... The more well-known you are, the more powerful you become. Or something. I don't know how it works. Ms. Snow got shot in the head before and lived, though. Maybe if we just... Broadcast the rhyme, he'll get better!

[Where are all of the handy-people at your kingly disposal when you need them? He's sure Weyland could fix this.]

[bitingnightmare.livejournal.com]

[Clapping a hand on Fly's shoulder.]

Good. You know the drill? That's your next job.

[thegoodprince.livejournal.com]

[Vague nod of understanding. Uh...]

Oh. Alright, yeah.