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Blobby Log Day 61

As written by Blobby in Chapter 2: Bean Village > Vol. 1

Timestamp: Early Morning; Day 61
Weather: Dim. So dim.
Landscape: The Log Steno-Chamber.

NOTES:

Blobby: Hello.  This is Blobby.  PF dropped me after a Bean Police Officer caught him painting “P. Flig is your FATHER” on the mayor’s house.  The Log, Roy and I are currently resting in the back of a Bean Police Cruiser Carriage.  He is driving through the streets of Bean Village looking for PF and the 3BT.

Roy: I hope they slap some sense into him when they catch him.

Blobby: Me too, Roy.  I hope they slap him a lot.  Oh, um, the police officer is talking…

Officer Beanchowski: It’s hard out here on these streets.  You gotta wake up each morning, splash your face with cold water, and ask yourself in the mirror: “Is this the day I finally breakdown?  Is this the day I’m gonna lose it?”  That day hasn’t come yet.  But it’s gonna happen – and may there be divine mercy for the sad Bean who has to be on the other end when I do finally snap…

We’re coming up on Lentil Boulevard – this is scumbag central.  I once saw some punk Beans standing on the corner…  On the corner!  This place is rife with loiterers.  It makes me sick to my stomach and I just want to curl in a ball and cry and cry…

Hey, what’s that under that Bean kiddie pool?  It’s that mutant Bean!  HEY!

He’s on the move…

Blobby: Oh goodness…

Officer Beanchowski: HQ, this is Beanchowski, I’ve spotted the perp and he’s attempting to flee the scene…  very slowly.  He appears to be middle-aged, disheveled and shirtless.

Pease out, indeed...HQ: Shirtless. Roger.

Officer Beanchowski: Halt!

PF: You will not be catching me, Bean-Fuzz!  I have my rights!  I have my rights!

Officer Beanchowski: Stop, you ridiculous thing!

PF: What!  What!  This does not prove nothing!  You do not prove nothing!  I am a man!  Ow!  Ow, my arm!

Officer Beanchowski: Settle down, crazy.  Just settle down.

PF: You are going to bruise me, sir!  Ow-ee!

Officer Beanchowski: Get in the back of the cruiser, punk!

PF: OW.  Criminey!  What a brute!  Hey, Blobby – you are in the back of the carriage too!  What did you get picked up for?  They cannot prove nothing on me.

Blobby: I am so ashamed.

PF: You hear me, Bean-Fuzz!

Current Mood: A Pile of Shame.
Discoveries Made: A New Low for DJ Jazzy P. Flig.

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