Fabulousman postscript ficlet
There may or may not be more later. It is in the hands, er, paws of the bunnies.
Klaus draws his Magnum, but the KGB agents are already putting their hands up. “Whatever you say, comrade!” they babble as their guns hit the ground. As they say it, their eyes flicker nervously around the room. “There is no need to call Fabulousman! We shall do as you bid!”
“What’s the matter, darling?” his superpowered lover asks that evening.
“The KGB won’t play with me anymore.”
Klaus draws his Magnum, but the KGB agents are already putting their hands up. “Whatever you say, comrade!” they babble as their guns hit the ground. As they say it, their eyes flicker nervously around the room. “There is no need to call Fabulousman! We shall do as you bid!”
“What’s the matter, darling?” his superpowered lover asks that evening.
“The KGB won’t play with me anymore.”