Sometimes when I'm walking through the hallways at work and everything is real quiet like, I like to make faint helicopter noises:
Ticka ticka ticka ticka ticka ticka ticka ticka ticka...
As if I'm a helicopter flying through the halls instead of a consultant. You know, like Airwolf.
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It must be ten years since I heard that song. I love how the chopper with jets lived in a volcano.
When I'm walking through the dark empty halls of my school at midnight I silently crouch low, pantomine holding back the long flowing sleve of my arm holding the sword, and slowly sidestep up or leap down stairs. Sometimes I climb the side of the stairs with my sword in my mouth.
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