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Into the clearing walked Knight Random. And then out. No one ever saw him
again. “Now as I was saying,” Fred was saying, “you must hand over the child. She belongs to the Fae Court. I feel like I should add another clever quote from some Shakespearian saga, but I’m afraid Lost Soldier has never been a big fan of Shakespear. Mostly because he’s an uneducated back-woods dork who lives in the sticks of Kentucky.” “He’s quite the dork,” Astra agreed. “And his writing has always been a little, I dunno...shitty. But I digress, you can’t have our child, Fred. You’re not a king. You’re not a faerie. Although you are very queer.”Fred looked disappointed. “Then I fear I must kill you.” Astra chuckled in the face of his threat. “Bring it.”“Bring what?” “It.”Fred raised the palm of his hand and held it mere inches away from Astra’s face. “Oh, it’s alreay been brought,” he sneered. “Oh, look who can conjugate a verb! Well, you better have bigger tricks up your sleeve when I roll up on you like Christopher Reeve!”“I’m about to put that attitude of yours in check, biznito biznitty biznatch! Oh yes, you heard it. You’s a BIIIIATCH!” Astra’s face turned a lovely shade of pink. “Oh no you didn’t, buster! You better recognize!”“AH, snap! I’m about to loose my mind up in this bitch! Ya’ll better run for cover, cause I’m about to lay the smack down on this ho!” Suddenly, Velus spoke up. “Enough guys.”Astra shrugged. “Fair enough.” “Sounds good to me,” Fred relented. “Let’s go swim in the bay.”
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