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Ted "Theodore" Logan (wyld_stallyn) wrote in vas_captio_rpg,

He stood up then, eyeballing the dude for a moment or two. Then, in spite of the fact that Dan was speaking English as clear as day, Ted gripped the edge of his vest and motioned to himself with the other hand, speaking a little more slowly and little louder. The way that people did when someone didn't understand a language. "I. Am Ted "Theodore" Logan. My most excellent friend whose whereabouts are totally unknown is Bill S. Preston, Esquire. Together...we are..Wyld Stallyns!"

It wasn't the same without Bill. Ted moved his hands to play the air guitar, but it was weak. Lame. Bogus. This made the kid sad. He had frowned for a moment, but shook it off. Bill probably got up and left him there as a joke. Jerkwad. "We are totally not in San Dimas anymore!" Said as he looked around again.

Then gaze turned back to Dan. "Did we get into a phone booth?" Without him remembering?