RH FF:Where is Estonia?
I wrote this sometime ago (K right before Robin Hood came on the air). I was hanging around the Armitage Army people and looking at all the places the people were from and this bit of insanity popped into my head.
So I'm watching the Olympics and when the Estonia team came in, I thought of the story again and came over here to look for it and it wasn't here. So I thought I'd bore the hell out of everyone with it. LOL!
Title: Where is Estonia?
Author: T’PeeJ
Rating: G or U depending which country you are in.
SUMMARY: Sir Guy of Gisborne and Robin Hood meet after the first eps of BBC's show airs.
DISCLAIMER: Robin Hood is owned by BBC and Tiger Aspect Productions. I'm not making any money off this. If I did, Richard Armitage would be at my house!
Nottingham Castle
Two men enter the castle courtyard; a tall man dressed in black leather clothes comes down the steps from the castle as the other enters from the outside gates. They both moved to the gallows and sitting down, they stared darkly at each another.
Crossing arms across each of their chests, the black leather chap spoke first. “Well, what did you think?”
The short man, looking at his…enemy, said “They don’t seem to like me! I don’t understand it, I’m the hero and you’re the bad guy. They should be helping me track you down every week.”
Laughing, and enjoying Robin Hood’s momentary discomfort, Sir Guy said, “Well I have an army, you know. You don’t have as many fans as I have. I’m telling you, if I say the word they would descend on you like a bad rash and I’m afraid of the damage they would do.”
“It’s not fair,” said Robin. “I’m the hero!” He stood up and walked a bit away from Sir Guy. “What is it you have that I don’t have?”
Sir Guy laughs harder, “Well, you should have started with a cravat and then tried the scarf. The cravat love is wonderful to share. Plus unlike you, I have a title that everyone uses. You just lost all of your land, you twit and no one even bothered to call you ‘Sir Robert’ or ‘Sir Robin’. Plus you run around the country side in that silly outfit. I have this exquisite black leather outfit. I was hoping for a bit of silver on it as well, but they couldn’t seem to afford that.”
Robin was offended. Moving back toward Sir Guy, people had to say it rhythm with thigh, ‘It really wasn’t funny,’ Robin thought.
“You aren’t that big, you know. This army thing is all in your head!”
He was mad now. It was bad enough that the man was trying to get his girl. He wasn’t in the mood to take any more crap from this villain.
“Ever hear of the country of Estonia?” asked Sir Guy.
“No and neither have you!” spat Robin Hood.
“You’re right, I don’t know where it is, but I have some of my army there.” He said as he stood, towering over Robin Hood. “I have fans here in England, as well as in Finland, France, Germany, Greece, Hungary, Poland, and Argentina…”
“Where is Argentina?” asked Robin.
“I haven’t the foggiest, it could be right next to Estonia and I for all I know. My army is in Portugal, Australia…”
“Where is Australia?” asked Robin.
“I don’t know,” said Sir Guy. “It doesn’t matter where the countries are, but I have fans there. They are also in Russia, USA, Austria, Belgium, Canada, Denmark, Israel, Italy, Mexico, the Netherlands and Romania.”
“I know you did something to all those people to get them on your side,” said Robin. “I will do whatever I have to, to free them from your evil.”
“Well good luck on that one, brother,” said Sir Guy as he leaned closer to Robin’s face. “I have them wrapped around my little finger. They will destroy you before you can yell for help.”
“You must be in league with the devil, Gisborne,” said Robin Hood.
“No, just women,” said Sir Guy as he stared out the courtyard gate. A multitude of women, of all shape and sizes, some old, some young and some just right, stood there watching. “Ladies.”
“Is that skinny momma’s boy bothering you, Sir Guy?” asked a woman with a British accent.
“Yes he is,” said Sir Guy.
“Get him, girls,” said the woman. All the other women started to move toward Robin Hood.
“It was nice knowing you, Robin,” said Sir Guy. “Well, not really, but all that was yours is now mine. I really like that one.
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So I'm watching the Olympics and when the Estonia team came in, I thought of the story again and came over here to look for it and it wasn't here. So I thought I'd bore the hell out of everyone with it. LOL!
Title: Where is Estonia?
Author: T’PeeJ
Rating: G or U depending which country you are in.
SUMMARY: Sir Guy of Gisborne and Robin Hood meet after the first eps of BBC's show airs.
DISCLAIMER: Robin Hood is owned by BBC and Tiger Aspect Productions. I'm not making any money off this. If I did, Richard Armitage would be at my house!
Nottingham Castle
Two men enter the castle courtyard; a tall man dressed in black leather clothes comes down the steps from the castle as the other enters from the outside gates. They both moved to the gallows and sitting down, they stared darkly at each another.
Crossing arms across each of their chests, the black leather chap spoke first. “Well, what did you think?”
The short man, looking at his…enemy, said “They don’t seem to like me! I don’t understand it, I’m the hero and you’re the bad guy. They should be helping me track you down every week.”
Laughing, and enjoying Robin Hood’s momentary discomfort, Sir Guy said, “Well I have an army, you know. You don’t have as many fans as I have. I’m telling you, if I say the word they would descend on you like a bad rash and I’m afraid of the damage they would do.”
“It’s not fair,” said Robin. “I’m the hero!” He stood up and walked a bit away from Sir Guy. “What is it you have that I don’t have?”
Sir Guy laughs harder, “Well, you should have started with a cravat and then tried the scarf. The cravat love is wonderful to share. Plus unlike you, I have a title that everyone uses. You just lost all of your land, you twit and no one even bothered to call you ‘Sir Robert’ or ‘Sir Robin’. Plus you run around the country side in that silly outfit. I have this exquisite black leather outfit. I was hoping for a bit of silver on it as well, but they couldn’t seem to afford that.”
Robin was offended. Moving back toward Sir Guy, people had to say it rhythm with thigh, ‘It really wasn’t funny,’ Robin thought.
“You aren’t that big, you know. This army thing is all in your head!”
He was mad now. It was bad enough that the man was trying to get his girl. He wasn’t in the mood to take any more crap from this villain.
“Ever hear of the country of Estonia?” asked Sir Guy.
“No and neither have you!” spat Robin Hood.
“You’re right, I don’t know where it is, but I have some of my army there.” He said as he stood, towering over Robin Hood. “I have fans here in England, as well as in Finland, France, Germany, Greece, Hungary, Poland, and Argentina…”
“Where is Argentina?” asked Robin.
“I haven’t the foggiest, it could be right next to Estonia and I for all I know. My army is in Portugal, Australia…”
“Where is Australia?” asked Robin.
“I don’t know,” said Sir Guy. “It doesn’t matter where the countries are, but I have fans there. They are also in Russia, USA, Austria, Belgium, Canada, Denmark, Israel, Italy, Mexico, the Netherlands and Romania.”
“I know you did something to all those people to get them on your side,” said Robin. “I will do whatever I have to, to free them from your evil.”
“Well good luck on that one, brother,” said Sir Guy as he leaned closer to Robin’s face. “I have them wrapped around my little finger. They will destroy you before you can yell for help.”
“You must be in league with the devil, Gisborne,” said Robin Hood.
“No, just women,” said Sir Guy as he stared out the courtyard gate. A multitude of women, of all shape and sizes, some old, some young and some just right, stood there watching. “Ladies.”
“Is that skinny momma’s boy bothering you, Sir Guy?” asked a woman with a British accent.
“Yes he is,” said Sir Guy.
“Get him, girls,” said the woman. All the other women started to move toward Robin Hood.
“It was nice knowing you, Robin,” said Sir Guy. “Well, not really, but all that was yours is now mine. I really like that one.
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