A/N: Figured I should update this… so, Stanley Dickenson now!
Disclaimer: I only own the caffeine running through my system. Satisfied?
Stanley twirled the end of his mustache, deep in thought. There was some game going around; normally, he wouldn't pay attention to a silly game, but it was drawing all his adult friends into it as well. Even Barthez, his favorite janitor, was caught playing it obsessively. He frowned, disturbed. What could be so amazing about this Robot Unicorn Attack? He supposed that there was only one way to find out:
Press Z, as he actually read the directions. (How else could the best mustache wearer be chairman of the BBA if he couldn't read directions?)
He watched in horror as the unicorn beast galloped its way across the purple platforms. How could it gallop so steadily against that music in the background? It was preposterous! A game with "Attack" in the title should not have such happy sounding music!
Crash!
"I forgot to press the buttons, silly me," Stanley muttered to himself while combing his mustache, "I shall remember for next time."
This time, he was ready. He was prepared. Nothing would stand in the way of Mr. Dickenson and those two measly little butt-
Crash!
"Oh my, not again… well, I still have another chance." He pushed his mustache comb far enough away so that he couldn't reach it for this final round.
The unicorn galloped once more, hoping that its master would let him survive, rather than perish, this time around.
Crash!
No such luck.
"Oh well, at least I have my mustache to cheer me up!" Stanley shrugged the game off with more ease than any other blader or adult.
(And that folks, is why he is the chairman of the BBA. Well, that and the glorious mustache.)
A/N: Perhaps I got a little carried away… who next? (Aquila… that mustache obsession was for you. Enjoy it! lol.)
Peace and love!
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