(Real) Night Five
The angry veteran in blue and white was once again out to exact some justice, and he had that thieving little prick in his sights.
Said prick was busy rifling through the belongings of a Fijian flyer, and would surely have been killed if it hadn't been for the interference of the man in maroon.
"Back off, mate," he said with an easy grin.
The would-be killer, recognising a fellow forward, backed off.
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Another man with a temper found himself a very popular figure that evening. Not only did he get to engage in a bit of catching practice with the world's shittiest Origin half, but a much better half also decided to toss the ball around with him as well.
To top off his day of attention, he was then given a footballing clinic by the goanna.
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The Fijian flier had decided not to leave his house that night, and was watching some Footy Show and laughing at their hilarious antics when the door to his apartment caved in and the big man he'd been helping on previous nights burst in.
The guy had murderous intent in his eyes, but was just too worn out from a day of throwing the ball around. He contented himself with hugging the Fijian instead.
It is now day
