At some point, we all noticed Thomas Bangalter’s perpetually opened mouth. I had to do something with it. Now seemed as good a time as ever (wait no that’s not true I have a thesis to write).
This is supposed to take place waaaaay in the past!
Trott: Have you ever blown up a whole airbed with your mouth? I used to sleep over at Smiff’s place, and it was always like 2AM in the morning when Smiff whacked out the idea that I had to blow it up with my mouth. So here I was, almost passing out, blowing up an airbed, just so that I could sleep.
Smiffy: And then he blew up the airbed! Am I right?
Ross: And then he got off Smiff, and decided to blow the airbed up!
Ross: Dadadatadataa. Blowjob joke!
Trott: *random moans and groans*
Ross: Wow. That was a really hard one. Jesus Christ.
Smiffy: If somebody wants to cut those together into a funny animation? Do it.
Trott: You can call it a…
Ross: Fanimation!
Smiffy: You can call it a Fapimation, with Trott in it.
Trott: What, does that mean you would..?
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Ross (about Smiffy): Dick-obsessed twaaaaat!
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Smiffy (sings): Hey, mister Trottimus, give me your banana~
Drew this positively hideous Welshy/Filmbrain sketch in my homework today.
Mm, homework… I should probably be doing that.
The Satellite
If I’m being perfectly honest, I have to say I am slightly obsessed with Röyksopp (DUH), satellites, and Tromsø. Behold the combination in this third fanfic of mine!
Fly fly fly
Enjoy this weird snippet. I cannot seem to get a conventional fanfic out for these two. Well, whatever, I loved writing this down.
Inspired by blindfolds, photos of Chris jumping high in the air, and “Saw the lights go down at the end of the scene ~ Saw the lights go down and standing in front of me”
