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| Hello and welcome to the Bleeker Street Lodging House! I'm Tunes.... *Tunes pokes the girl next to her* Oh! And I'm Quipster! We will be guidin ya through da lodgin house! You may have noticed as you entered, that there are a few pictures of our beloved newsies dancing kinda provocatively. At this point you're probably asking yourself 'Are there always a bunch of cute boys dancing around thrusting their happy parts?' Well to be honest, the answer is... Yes! Why else would we decide ta represent dis place? Anyway, why are we standin heah yakkin? You got alot of othah places ta go! So check out our wonderful, pelvic thrust filled lodgin house and... If you have any questions, feel free to ask (hint: e-mail us) and hopefully you'll decide to join, in which case you will go over to the submission office and fill out... An application! *Quipster turns to Tunes* Dis is gettin kinda weird, seriously we gotta stop finishin... each others sentances, I know. We're probably freaking our guests out.... Yeah, let's make dis shoht den... Right, well, I suggest you look around the bunk rooms and figure out how things work around here, maybe meet some new people...Yep, den I think ya should prolly go ketch youh self up on da newest gossip...Then, if I were you I'd take a tour of the house...maybe catch up on youh reading in da libray...or get some food in the kitchen!...Yum, food sounds good! Let's go get some... * Quipster and Tunes run off* |
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