33 Apocalypse Avenue [mid-morning]

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A very small boy with a bucket over his head--thanks for that, Friday's toy chest--toddled down the hallway and made his way down the stairs.

Bounce-bounce-bounce.

Rear ends are great for that.

He made his way into the kitchen and leaned up onto his tiptoes to reach the cereal--something bright with incomprehensible writing on the side--and tipped about half of it onto the floor.

Exasperated, he lifted the bucket off of his eyes to see. Bright blue eyes gazed around the room and settled on the telephone.

Ooooh. He could call all of his friends!

Or punch random numbers and leave messages...which is what a four-year-old is much more inclined to do...

[OOC: Open for housemates and friends who know who this is. Radio squirrels--buckethead kid doesn't have a name...]

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Oh, it was on.

Buckethead the Brave tossed off his bathrobe overdramatically and moved towards Friday all menacing-like.

Or as menacing as you can be at four holding and imaginary lightsaber.

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Friday the Fearless may not have been able to walk properly, but he had a chair to hold onto and determination, darn it. Friday whooshed his sword around in a circle and slashed it at Buckethead. "Arr!" He just really liked saying 'arr'.

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Buckethead knew how to play with littler kids.

He yelped overdramatically and held up his hand in a fist. "You chopped it off!" he cried.

He held out his left hand. "But I can use both hands! Mwhahaha!"

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Friday giggled, then grinned. "Ullamcorper ac!" He lunged at Buckethead, falling flat on his stomach with an 'oof'. His whooshy sword went skittering away. He looked up at Buckethead, scared of getting his head chopped off, and rolled quickly to the left a couple of times and picked up his sword.

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Buckethead the Brave waited for his opponent to retrieve his imaginary sword, then attacked again.

You could tell by the whooshing noises.

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"Gaaaaaaaah!" Friday yelled and clutched his arm. He whooshed his sword at Buckethead wildly. There was definitely no skill involved.

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Buckethead grinned and pressed his imaginary advantage.

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Friday tried to shove Buckethead.

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Buckethead fell down.

His lower lip began trembling.