Fic for prompt: Die
I am not to be outdone, muffinbitch! I have the day off and I'm not afraid to use it!
title: Ninety Percent Perspiration, Ten Percent Inspiration
author: perletwo
rating: G
prompt: Die
A/N: Remember, kids, it's easier to make seafood salad with a kind word and a two-by-four than just with a two-by-four. Or something. I don't know. It's dinnertime here.
"Oh, SURE," Atom grumbled. Atom spoke in an impatient tone as he swung a roundhouse right at the flesh-colored crustacean. "Superman gets a Lex Luthor. Batman gets a Joker. The Flash - the Flash, people! - he gets an entire frickin' Rogues Gallery. What does the Atom get? CRABS, that's what. Giant caucasian crabs. I could just DIE. I could perish from embarrassment."
Suddenly! From the crowd behind him! There came a hosanna! There came a joyful cry!
"Atom! We would have DIED without your help! Without your help we would have ceased to live!"
Atom smiled. He lifted the corners of his mouth to indicate happiness. He lit into the giant crab again and again until it was shredded for an enormous batch of Crab Imperial. It was ready to be made into a delicious casserole of crabmeat, pimiento, onion, bread crumbs, Worcestershire sauce, mustard, milk and egg.
Some days all it took was a little inspiration for Atom to keep going! (That, and the prospect of a cheap seafood dinner.)
title: Ninety Percent Perspiration, Ten Percent Inspiration
author: perletwo
rating: G
prompt: Die
A/N: Remember, kids, it's easier to make seafood salad with a kind word and a two-by-four than just with a two-by-four. Or something. I don't know. It's dinnertime here.
"Oh, SURE," Atom grumbled. Atom spoke in an impatient tone as he swung a roundhouse right at the flesh-colored crustacean. "Superman gets a Lex Luthor. Batman gets a Joker. The Flash - the Flash, people! - he gets an entire frickin' Rogues Gallery. What does the Atom get? CRABS, that's what. Giant caucasian crabs. I could just DIE. I could perish from embarrassment."
Suddenly! From the crowd behind him! There came a hosanna! There came a joyful cry!
"Atom! We would have DIED without your help! Without your help we would have ceased to live!"
Atom smiled. He lifted the corners of his mouth to indicate happiness. He lit into the giant crab again and again until it was shredded for an enormous batch of Crab Imperial. It was ready to be made into a delicious casserole of crabmeat, pimiento, onion, bread crumbs, Worcestershire sauce, mustard, milk and egg.
Some days all it took was a little inspiration for Atom to keep going! (That, and the prospect of a cheap seafood dinner.)