<?xml version="1.0" encoding="utf-8" standalone="yes"?><rss version="2.0" xmlns:atom="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" xmlns:content="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/modules/content/"><channel><title>Mf2object on Gromet's Plaza Archive</title><link>/tags/mf2object/</link><description>Recent content in Mf2object on Gromet's Plaza Archive</description><generator>Hugo</generator><language>en-us</language><lastBuildDate>Sun, 07 Feb 2016 00:00:00 +0000</lastBuildDate><atom:link href="/tags/mf2object/index.xml" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml"/><item><title>The Costumes</title><link>/stories/2016/02/07/the-costumes/</link><pubDate>Sun, 07 Feb 2016 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2016/02/07/the-costumes/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;&amp;ldquo;Hey dweeb!  You&amp;rsquo;ve got customers, so get your skinny ass out here!&amp;rdquo;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Emerging from the back room of his small shop, Raymond watched as his newest customers approached.  So far, his dealings with this small group hadn&amp;rsquo;t been pleasant, and he saw no reason to expect this time to be any different.  Solemnly he gazed at each member of the approaching group.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Doug, the leader, was tall, muscular, almost too handsome for his own good.  Combining the body of a lumberjack with all the finesse of a crazed bull in a china shop, he delighted in tormenting anyone smaller than himself.  Which, to be honest, was pretty much everyone.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item></channel></rss>