Welp. This go around, America wasn't as disoriented as last time for one reason or another. He didn't think he was Bruce Wayne or anything... instead... America squinted, unable to see very well without his glasses on, "W..Where am I; who am I--I need to save people.. what is this stuff and why does it taste funny--!"
Puffing out his chest, he wobbled slightly before pumping a fist in the air, "I AM CLARK KENT, AND I WILL SAVE THESE PEOPLE."
With that, he started to dart off, if not without slipping and sliding a bit like a new born deer or something. LIKE BAMBI. However, he pauses in mid step as memories slowly come back, and he remembers who he really is.
This seems all familiar to him.
"---This--!! They did it again! HOLY SHIT, I REMEMBER THIS. AND THE GOOP. IT TASTES LIKE SHIT. AND THE... NUMBER THINGO AND THE LOCKER AND THE TIGHT PANTS..." Yeah, he says that as he looks over at his jump suit and points it to it, "--IT MAKES MY ASS LOOK AWESOME."
"Okay, so now I just gotta figure out why we had to do this again.. though.. I.." He starts, as he babbles to himself, then adjusts his posture, "Tony! Where is Tony! And my gun, and the chainsaw I got.. and..." He rakes his fingers through his hair, gripping it slightly. "Oh my God; we all were sent back here, I remember now---! First thing is first-- get to the locker! Get all my shit; my gun! And find my chainsaw and Tony and... and that cocaine--!"
He says this as he gets in his jumpsuit and starts to bolt off again, Unfortunately, he's not really watching where he's going.
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America squinted, unable to see very well without his glasses on, "W..Where am I; who am I--I need to save people.. what is this stuff and why does it taste funny--!"
Puffing out his chest, he wobbled slightly before pumping a fist in the air, "I AM CLARK KENT, AND I WILL SAVE THESE PEOPLE."
With that, he started to dart off, if not without slipping and sliding a bit like a new born deer or something. LIKE BAMBI. However, he pauses in mid step as memories slowly come back, and he remembers who he really is.
This seems all familiar to him.
"---This--!! They did it again! HOLY SHIT, I REMEMBER THIS. AND THE GOOP. IT TASTES LIKE SHIT. AND THE... NUMBER THINGO AND THE LOCKER AND THE TIGHT PANTS..." Yeah, he says that as he looks over at his jump suit and points it to it, "--IT MAKES MY ASS LOOK AWESOME."
"Okay, so now I just gotta figure out why we had to do this again.. though.. I.." He starts, as he babbles to himself, then adjusts his posture, "Tony! Where is Tony! And my gun, and the chainsaw I got.. and..." He rakes his fingers through his hair, gripping it slightly. "Oh my God; we all were sent back here, I remember now---! First thing is first-- get to the locker! Get all my shit; my gun! And find my chainsaw and Tony and... and that cocaine--!"
He says this as he gets in his jumpsuit and starts to bolt off again, Unfortunately, he's not really watching where he's going.