[ who knows HOW Donnie missed it first, it’s almost like some unseen entity pulling strings from beyond perception received important information after the facts… But open a second sweep over his security measures the purple guy will notice a bundle of papers rubber banded around one of his tasers, carefully out of the way of actually being incinerated.
What is on these papers? An assortment of poems about just how cool Donnie is. There are… a few of them. ]
[His eyebrow, it is twitching. He will not stand for anymore vandalization of his private space!
Donnie grumbles as he snatches the bundle, curiosity dictating that he at least have a brief look at it before tossing it into the trash. He frowns, unfolding them on the floor- blueprints? No. These are written...
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What is on these papers? An assortment of poems about just how cool Donnie is. There are… a few of them. ]
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Donnie grumbles as he snatches the bundle, curiosity dictating that he at least have a brief look at it before tossing it into the trash. He frowns, unfolding them on the floor- blueprints? No. These are written...
Fanfiction?
....no, no.]
...wha?