Jock Hocks a Flock of Boxed Stock

[flamejock]

Who: Jock, Jock's Socks, Jock's Jorts, Jock's Clocks, Jock's Crocks, Jock's Frocks, and Jock's Locks. And you.
What: Jock has found many things through the use of his very good nose. He shares them with you.
Where: Just outside the main entrance to Le Maison de Smash.
When: Noon to Four pm, Monday through Friday afternoon of this week (yes, this one; March 21-25)
Warnings: Jorts. Too many rhymes.

Jock had spent a large portion of the last month in being very helpful. Extremely helpful. He had gone to great lengths to uncover vast treasures of supplies for everyone. Aside from the occasional hunting foray -- really, he had the benefit of pre-cooking dinner, such a good helper was he -- he also used his exceptional smelling agent to track down boxes of supplies hidden about the mansion. And, having found them, and stockpiled them for several weeks, has decided that it is time to give them away to any who may need them.

Jock has, for any interested parties, boxes of: Socks (in men's and women's fashions), Jorts (all sizes, all cuts), Clocks (mostly character themed), Crocks (stoneware, not the shoes or swimmable lizards), Frocks (assorted, suitable for women of any age), and Locks (pad- and combination- both).

He has a sign up that reads: "FREE STUFF JUST TALK WITH ME TO GET SOME FREE STUFF -- IF YOU HAVE BALLS TO TRADE IN YOU CAN GET EXTRA FREE STUFF."

He's wearing a pair of the jorts, so you know that he believes deeply in his free stuff.

Comments

[rivalappeared]

Green lightly knocked on his own left arm as if to illustrate the presence of his own skeleton.

"No, I have all my bones. Just let me know if you find any others." A pause. "Unless they're part of that guy, Papyrus. Don't take any of his bones."

He did wonder, in the back of his mind, what a clock smelled like, but wasn't sure if that was going to be something that could be explained or quantified.

[flamejock]

"Yeah okay, sure. Are you putting together a bone collection? Bones are nice. I like them. I think bones are a good thing for you to collect. You can impress people with all of your bones if you have a lot of extra ones."

Pearls of wisdom from this fur-clad young man.

[rivalappeared]

"No, Jock, I'm not putting together a bone collection. Generally when humans collect bones, it's a red flag," Green explained, unable to keep a small smile from spreading across his face.

"I think my bone collection would be a lot less impressive to people than yours."

[flamejock]

"Uh, yeah, okay, yeah," said Jock. "You're right. Humans shouldn't collect bones. You can't appreciate them right. You have to know how to taste them to really enjoy them."

He looks at the piles of stuff. "So, uh, do you want some jorts?"

[rivalappeared]

A shudder at both the thought of tasting a bone dug out of the earth, and at the thought of wearing a pair of jorts.

"No thanks, I don't think jorts would suit me much. Maybe a clock, though."

[flamejock]

"But jorts are comfy and easy to wear," said Jock.

He looked over to the box and listened to the tock, tock, tock coming in flocks from the chock of clocks.

"I think there are some with fun people on them for the hands and things."

[rivalappeared]

Green was always biased towards the Pokemon themed products of this universe. They reminded him of home, which now, brought with it a slight tinge of sadness and panic.

"Yeah, I'd grab one of those for sure, if you're cool to part with them"

[flamejock]

"It's fine, the pikachu one is just an electric type, you can have that one. I think mom's old friend had a pikachu, but he's not here so I don't have to save it for him."

Yeah, mom's old friend. That guy.

[rivalappeared]

Oh yeah. That guy.

Not that Pikachus didn't remind Green of That Guy too, but... might as well.

"Uh, sure. I'll take that one, thanks. It keep good time?"