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Tag with a character of yours (past or present), a character of mine, and a picture of one of the two (or the two together, if that's an option). I will turn it into a Polaroid, and write a drabble about the circumstances!

DO IT, HOMES.

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Okay, I realize that this is technically two of our NPCs with a random person that looks a bit like a girly Reg in the middle. But I found this and I honestly couldn't pass it up. So, do it because it RULES.

Here as to preserve the sekretness of this photo that I love.

PS that can be older Midge or Doc, doesn't matter. Doc might be better.

omg just so you know, i both love and hate you for that picture, but I'LL GET AROUND TO IT.

IT'S SO GREAT.

I might have to play around with the picture to actually get Doc INTO it. Right now it's girly Reg and Sammy with like... Doc's leg.

Doc has a hot leg.

Sammy wants him out of the picture unless he'll play drums.

He might. Maybe.

He'll lose all the parts to it.

Well Reg really will.

"Hey, Doc, c'mere," hissed Sammy Duke, Welshman extraordinaire, to the weird looking Soviet he'd asked to meet him out behind his shop in Pontrhydyfen. His hat was pulled down over his eyes, his hands shoved deep into the pockets of that long flasher's coat he was wearing, and he spoke in this creepy little whisper that made Doc grateful he had ninja stars hidden in his shoes. And in his belt. And in his hair.

"Who's this guy?" Doc asked as he approached the Welshman and saw another man with greasy black hair a hint of eyeshadow. "He looks like he's friends with my kid."

"Your kids don't have any friends," said Sammy. "He's going to be in our band."

Doc just nodded. He wasn't entirely aware of the fact that the two of them had agreed to start a band. If they were starting a band, why wasn't Jack here? He could probably sing badly. "Oh. Is he gonna drum?"

The man in the middle laughed. That weird high-pitched laugh that only creepy people laugh. Doc didn't like him.

"No, you're gonna drum," Sammy said to Doc. Doc dropped his head. Oh, he was so not going to drum.

"There's too much drama in this band, Sammy, I don't think this is going to work," he said.

The unnamed man sighed. "Guess we're just gonna have to do our solo works, eh Sammy?"

"Don't call me Sammy," Sammy replied, and pulled the hat further down on his head. "Call me the Thin White Duke."

There was a long pause.

"Um," Doc said. "I think that name's already taken."

Hahahaha.

Doc: I would so say that too.

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