*clearly frantic...dashing in...wearing a crudely made, Jacksonville Jag's headdress that wobbles and sheds bits of fur...screaming through the room..
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covered in beer...spotting a relaxed Jax who thought he was free and clear...producing a flying V guitar from "somewhere"...strumming a majestic Power Cord to distract him before ditching the guitar...leaping and tackling him in the face...bringing him down...
"does stuff"...
leaps up...points*
BIRTHDAY! Late but BIRTHDAY!
*dashing off*
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