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That would be the Chairman Meow incident. Which was actually connected to a net of bigger lies, placing my dad into the Santa Barabra Monarch Lodge, where apparently he was a member during my sweet innocent childhood days. (Also, faking illness so you wouldn't have to go on a weekend trip with me, dad, that's just appalling. Rejecting your own son like that, you should be ashamed of yourself, singing along to the radio and I don't even wanna know if you were already aware of the fact that you were heading to a dead body instead of spending time with me!)

Well, he isn't a member now but he still didn't tell me the real reason why he left that freaking club. I mean, I get it's nothing to be proud of, it's not like it's the League of Extraordinary Gentlemen. Actually, it's just a bunch of old guys who... wear silly hoods. I mean, why would you want to wear a hood that covers up your hair? What is the sense in that? Thinking about it dad might have a point hanging around there, although the image of him running around chanting with a cape is scarring me beyond reason.

Besides, the chants are boring. Aside from the fact that they are totally creepy but if you dig deeper they lack... inventiveness.

Gus, we should totally come up with our own chants. I'm thinking a mixture of Billy Ocean, Duran Duran and The Cure. Maybe a touch of Cher, for the gender aspects, we don't want them to call us oppressive because then the next thing we know will be a bunch of feminist activists who sign petitions against our organisation.

Oh! And! You remember that video we saw? Where they all gather in that freaky circle and look like they're sacrificing an animal? Dude, Lassy's in there now. We totally have to get inside one more time and take photos! I can see it right in front of me, we wait until he gives us his getouttamyface lecture (you know, the one where he looks like Uncle Sam) while wearing that hood.

Then? We make a big poster that says Head of the Nazgul.

Muse: Shawn Spencer
Fandom: Psych
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