[Ahh. Fake Walt Disney World, the happiest place on Earth....
All this happiness makes him sick!
Doof scowls, trying to pry the band off of his wrist. One second he was checking his mail for bills when a ticket fell out onto the floor, so he bent down to pick it up. The next second, he was in this weird approximation of what he assumed to be Disney World. He'd seen the pictures online, but he'd never really gotten past the security guards before. But he had no evil scheme prepared, nothing to ruin the happiness of those around him. And now this stupid green band is around his wrist. What kind of logo is three circles, anyways?
If anyone happens to pass by, he'll try and get their attention.]
Hello! Hey! Help me get this stupid thing off, will you?
[C]
VERY FUNNY, GIVING ME THE JOB OF A PHARMACIST! YOU KNOW, JUST BECAUSE SOMEONE HAS A LAB COAT DOESN'T MEAN THEY'RE A PHARMACIST!
[He shouts, towards no one in particular. Scowling, he continues to sort individual pills into their respective bottles. You can't really be evil with medicine, that's just plain rude. If anyone approaches the counter, he'll address them, barely glancing their way.]
Yeah, yeah, what do you want? I'm a busy man, I got things to do.
Heinz Doofenshmirtz | Phineas and Ferb
[Ahh. Fake Walt Disney World, the happiest place on Earth....
All this happiness makes him sick!
Doof scowls, trying to pry the band off of his wrist. One second he was checking his mail for bills when a ticket fell out onto the floor, so he bent down to pick it up. The next second, he was in this weird approximation of what he assumed to be Disney World. He'd seen the pictures online, but he'd never really gotten past the security guards before. But he had no evil scheme prepared, nothing to ruin the happiness of those around him. And now this stupid green band is around his wrist. What kind of logo is three circles, anyways?
If anyone happens to pass by, he'll try and get their attention.]
Hello! Hey! Help me get this stupid thing off, will you?
[C]
VERY FUNNY, GIVING ME THE JOB OF A PHARMACIST! YOU KNOW, JUST BECAUSE SOMEONE HAS A LAB COAT DOESN'T MEAN THEY'RE A PHARMACIST!
[He shouts, towards no one in particular. Scowling, he continues to sort individual pills into their respective bottles. You can't really be evil with medicine, that's just plain rude. If anyone approaches the counter, he'll address them, barely glancing their way.]
Yeah, yeah, what do you want? I'm a busy man, I got things to do.
[Wildcard]
[hmu with anything u want!]