B-Squad Common Room, SPD HQ [Evening, March 30th 2026]

[bridge_carson]

Meteor headed on a collision course for Earth: Destroyed.

Dragoul bent on destroying Newtech City: Also destroyed.

So, you know, just another day in the lives of those at SPD. In any case, Bridge felt the day's events merited some serious downtime in the form of a stack of toast and some old Galaxy Quest DVDs.

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[needsaparrot]

Xander looked sadly at the ketchup stain on his jeans (it clashed with the paint stains) before grabbing the hot dog and trying again, this time getting a firmer grip on it with the toast. "Gotta be the hot dogs. Who could be dumb enough to be anti-toast?"

[bridge-carson.livejournal.com]

"I'd bet cash money that Gruumm is," Bridge said thoughtfully.

[needsaparrot]

"You think?" Xander had waaaay too much experience pondering the whys and hows of evil dudes, stupid and otherwise. "Like, I can see him being anti-fuzzy-kittens, because he's a) evil, and b) kind of a nutcase, but anti-toast? Could you really enslave that many planets and still be that dumb?"

[bridge-carson.livejournal.com]

"Well, he can't be that smart," Bridge pointed out. "I mean, we weren't exactly meant to be the first line of defence and yet we're managing to hold him off."

[needsaparrot]

"Right, and trust me, this is me not complaining about that." Toast crumbs. With the handwaving. Roombas of THE FUTURE, your work is cut out for you. "But...anti-toast."

He was having a bit of a time getting past that concept, yes.