POM: I Wanna Party!

Sorry for the huge gap between me posting this on Fanfiction and me posting it here. It's a bit of a pain to re-format. Also, yes, this is part three. I had both one and two labelled as 'part one' by mistake. Enjoy!

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Marlene wrote on Skipper's timeline: Want to go get some popcorn?
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Skipper Well, I had training planned for today, so I don't know.
Marlene Ты have time to go on Facebook!
Skipper I'm not on Facebook.
Marlene Uh, yeah, I see the little green dot by your name. You're online RIGHT. NOW.
Skipper Ты didn't see anything......

What would happen if our cute and cuddly Друзья were on Facebook? After consulting with Kowalski, I can now say there's an 82% chance of insanity.

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Skipper is now Друзья with Marlene and 3 others

Skipper I still think this is stupid.
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(Kowalski and 2 others like this)
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Marlene Aw, c'mon, Skipper. It's fun!
Kowalski I'm highly skeptical of this form of communication. We are, after all, mere meters from each other.
Private um, how do
Kowalski ???
Private gah! wrong button!
Skipper FUN? Marlene, social networking is a huge...

Miss.Hannah wrote a big scientific equasion on the board that made everyone get a brain fart. Kowalski was the only one who understood, so ofcourse he and Lilly got an A on the experiment, while everyone else's blew up in their face. "My fur!! My beautiful fur! RUINED!" Cried a female otter. "Don't worry Marlene. We'll clean that out right away. Can we be excused Miss.Hannah?" Asked a Small female пингвин with розовый glasses. "Sure Jazzy. Just hurry up. We don't need Ты two dilly dallying!" Miss.Hannah replied, giving Jazzy a pass. Then She and Marlene zoomed out of the classroom. Lilly looked...

Private: Can we get out of this one, Kowalski?
Kowalski: We are in a 6 by 8 inch cage made of steel with a model 40 lock. Wait, since when did Ты call the shots, Private?
Private: Skipper has a bad case of doctor hysteria. (Looks over in Skipper’s direction.)
Skipper is in fetal position, staring out into the distance and rocking back and forth slowly. Skipper: I have been captured by some unknown enemy. Walls closing in. The bars…squeezing in. Can’t breathe. General: the fifth squadron has been captured. May day. Man…down! (leaps up to strangle the bars) I know who has done this. It...