op here to provide you quality shitposting material on their own prompt. (this is set in a vague future where everyone knows about daredevil and everyone is aware that everyone knows about daredevil)
(matt is not meme aware)
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The office wasn’t quiet these days. This statement on its own could lead to the assumption that it was due to a higher caseload. Which, while not particularly untrue, was not the main reason for the lack of silence. That could be attributed to the portable television Foggy had recently introduced to the office. A relic from college days the device was small and buzzed like a hive of hornets was trapped inside. It worked though and served it’s purpose, which Foggy claimed was “keeping us up to date in this fast paced, 24-hour news cycle!”. In actuality the machine was used for marathons of whatever reality cooking show was hot at the moment.
Today it was playing the news though. Foggy and Karen had set up camp at the entrance desk to working through casework and finances while Matt examined evidence and wrote up arguments in office. The narration from the news reporter floated through the open door. Apparently some amateur footage had been found of one of his recent fights, a mugging he’d stopped half a week ago from the sounds of it. Karen and Foggy had stopped working for the moment, assumedly transfixed by the report. Matt paid it no mind until Foggy whispered something under his breath.
“One man. One lord, one faith, one baptism. Two nunchucks”
Matt’s face crinkled in confusion. Karen snorted and Matt could sense the tiny vibrations as she attempted to hold back a laugh. “Ohmy GOD! Foggy! He’s going to hear you” She exclaimed, and matt got the sense of her shoving at Foggy, who ducked away and laughed.
“See how he’s doing it. Yeah That’s right” Foggy breathed out, laughter intersecting at random points. “Two nunchucks up in the air like Mary Lou Retton.”
Matt gets out of his chair as peals of laughter escaping from Karen. Foggy bowed over the table as his chest muscles tightened, forcing breathy laughter from him. Standing at the door he surveyed the scene in confusion, “What are you guys laughing at?”
Which seemed to be the breaking point for the two of them as they began laughing harder than they had before.
Re: one lord one faith one baptism two nunchucks
(this is set in a vague future where everyone knows about daredevil and everyone is aware that everyone knows about daredevil)
(matt is not meme aware)
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The office wasn’t quiet these days. This statement on its own could lead to the assumption that it was due to a higher caseload. Which, while not particularly untrue, was not the main reason for the lack of silence. That could be attributed to the portable television Foggy had recently introduced to the office. A relic from college days the device was small and buzzed like a hive of hornets was trapped inside. It worked though and served it’s purpose, which Foggy claimed was “keeping us up to date in this fast paced, 24-hour news cycle!”. In actuality the machine was used for marathons of whatever reality cooking show was hot at the moment.
Today it was playing the news though. Foggy and Karen had set up camp at the entrance desk to working through casework and finances while Matt examined evidence and wrote up arguments in office. The narration from the news reporter floated through the open door. Apparently some amateur footage had been found of one of his recent fights, a mugging he’d stopped half a week ago from the sounds of it. Karen and Foggy had stopped working for the moment, assumedly transfixed by the report. Matt paid it no mind until Foggy whispered something under his breath.
“One man. One lord, one faith, one baptism. Two nunchucks”
Matt’s face crinkled in confusion. Karen snorted and Matt could sense the tiny vibrations as she attempted to hold back a laugh. “Ohmy GOD! Foggy! He’s going to hear you” She exclaimed, and matt got the sense of her shoving at Foggy, who ducked away and laughed.
“See how he’s doing it. Yeah That’s right” Foggy breathed out, laughter intersecting at random points. “Two nunchucks up in the air like Mary Lou Retton.”
Matt gets out of his chair as peals of laughter escaping from Karen. Foggy bowed over the table as his chest muscles tightened, forcing breathy laughter from him. Standing at the door he surveyed the scene in confusion, “What are you guys laughing at?”
Which seemed to be the breaking point for the two of them as they began laughing harder than they had before.