Something a little more fun

[apocalypsos]

We're all stranded on the Lost island. When they get around to showing your flashbacks, what's your deep, dark secret? (Go on, go wild.)

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[musyc]

As a Mouseketeer/DEA agent, I infiltrated a Renaissance Faire in Ohio, to hunt down the Ambassador from Lichtenstein, who had been smuggling low-grade turkey legs into the USA via his intermediary in Wollongong, Australia. Unfortunately, due to my side career as a Solid Gold dancer, I was identified by my nemesis, The Littlest Beefeater, and was forced to flee to Alaska. My new employment consists of stapling antlers and construction paper wings to pieces of wood, and convincing tourists that they are seeing the rare low-flying moosebird. One day I will return and extract my vengeance, but first I must find a way to walk to Hawaii, as my license was taken from me when I attempted to drive straight up the Northern Lights.