I went to the studio with my yearbook in hand, hoping to get a bunch of people to sign it. SWAT team was still in progress (which I had quit due to the fact that it had drastically changed and I couldn't take it anymore) so I couldn't get Jay-spoon or Coconut's signatures yet. I then looked to the northern Utah portion of the studio and saw Treasure and Hiss. I walked back there and saw them doing something very strange.... They would put their hands on the back of their neck, then shoulders, then put their arms straight out to the side, over and over again. "What are you guys doing?" I asked giving them both a weird look.
"Try doing this for ten minutes!" Hiss said all out of breath.
"No, I don't think I will..." I replied.
"It hurts!" Treasure gasped.
I looked at Treasure and said, "I haven't seen you in like, a month and a half!"
"I know" Treasure breathed continuing his strange 'workout', "Where've you been?"
"Well, I had Peter Pan, then you cracked your head open..."
"Oh yeah! I forgot about that!" he said in his new breathy voice and with a look of pain on his face. "I guess it figures since it was a head injury!" he laughed (well, as much as he could).
"How long have you two been doing this??" I finally asked.
"About eight minutes..." Hiss panted.
"Yeah... eight..." came what was left of Treasure's voice.
"Well, when you are done you both need to sign my yearbook!" I said holding out my yearbook.
"Uhhh..." They both said in shaky voices while looking at each other.
"If your arm doesn't work you can just draw a line and I'll know what it means." I responded.
They both laughed and continued doing... whatever it was they were doing. I walked back to the shelves and got my uniform out of my bag. When I looked up Treasure and Hiss were walking toward me, both stretching and moving their arms and neck trying to shake away the tension.
"Ah! Don't do that for ten minutes!" Hiss advised me.
"I wasn't planning on it!" I laughed.
"I'm going to do it again next time!" Treasure said, walking and swinging his arms from side to side to stretch them out.
"Yeah, soon Treasure is going to be so buff, that he won't be able to shampoo his head!" I said.
We all laughed as Treasure demonstrated that for us.
"Okay! I'm going to go change, Hiss, sign my yearbook." I said flopping my yearbook on the ground next to Hiss, then going into the changing room. When I got out Hiss was still writing. Treasure was moving his neck from side to side and stretching out his arms with a look of pain on his face. "Every time I look at you, you have a look of pain on your face!" I observed.
"Thats because I AM in pain!!"
Hiss then handed me my yearbook and I handed it to Treasure. "Sign it." I instructed.
He sat on the ground and Hiss and I sat with him making a half circle. Treasure stared at the book for about two minutes then finally said, "I can't think of anything to write..."
"That hurts me, Treasure." I said putting my hand on my heart.
He laughed and said, "Well, I just can't think of..."
"... just write your name or something!" Hiss recommended.
Treasure's face sparked, "Thats a good idea! I'll totally up the value of your yearbook!" He then proceeded to sign his name, then handed it back to me. "There you go, enjoy. Its going to be worth a lot of money some day." he said nodding looking pleased with himself.
"Wow Treasure, nice." I said. I then heard the door open in the lobby. "Someone's coming in! They need to sign my yearbook!" I said turning around but still sitting. Bambi appeared in the doorway. "BAMBI!! You need to sign my yearbook!!" I said holding it up. He just nodded and took his shoes off to walk on the mat.
Treasure had now begun stretching again, still talking about his yearbook entry he said, "Oh yeah, I'm unique and special."
SWAT team had now begun a chanbarra match, so Coconut sat out due to the fact that he had an injury. "Coconut! You need to sign my yearbook!" I said running over to him with my yearbook. Braden followed me and I handed my yearbook to him first. He sat next to Coconut and began signing his name right under Treasure's. "Treasure!" I said in a loud whisper. He didn't hear me, so I tried again. "TREASURE!" He looked. "Treasure, you're not unique and special anymore!"
"WHAT??" He exclaimed. He then looked at Bambi who was still holding the yearbook. Trevor proceeded to storm toward him with a threatening look on his face cracking his knuckles. When he got to Bambi he pretended to kick him, then told Bambi that he was just kidding.
"I don't know what to write either!" Coconut said. So he too just signed his name. He didn't even put his last name like Treasure and Bambi had.
"Wow, you guys lack creativity." I informed them.
"Hey! That yearbook is worth MILLIONS now!!" Treasure reminded me.
I think the whole thing almost made all the signatures more memorable. :)
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