Llewellyn Watts (
pocketpretzels) wrote in
fandomtownies2026-04-30 11:55 pm
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Trooper Station, Friday
It was the kind of day where Watts was eyeing the space under his desk- so perfectly suited for a nap- with longing.
But instead of napping he was answering phone calls about gnomenapping. It seemed the lawn gnomes (not to be confused with the Portalocity gnomes) were at it again, stealing bits and bobs from people's kitchen junk drawers and the like.
Fandom Island crime, everyone.
But instead of napping he was answering phone calls about gnomenapping. It seemed the lawn gnomes (not to be confused with the Portalocity gnomes) were at it again, stealing bits and bobs from people's kitchen junk drawers and the like.
Fandom Island crime, everyone.