The Best Characters EVAR {3/?}
anonymous
March 26 2010, 05:01:44 UTC
The silence didn't last long.
Arthur's eye twitched.
"Oh good gracious," he gagged, closing the door behind him.
"What?" Matthew chirped, "Lemme see!"
Curiosity killed the Canada.
"Oh m-my God I didn't...," he breathed, "I didn't realize I was so... So flexible..."
As Matthew stuck his head under Arthur's kitchen sink and doused himself in cold water, Arthur emitted a generalized sound of apprehensive thought.
"Errr, should we... Let them finish? Or...?"
A muffled moan resounded from the other room as a thumping noise rattled the wall.
"Please," Matthew begged, tears in his eyes, "No more. Reverse this."
"Aaa-h, give me your log, you big, hairy lumberjack!"
Wordlessly, Matthew rummaged through the cabinets until he found a bottle of bleach, twisted off the top, and poured it down the crown of his head until he was covered head to toe.
Arthur held out his hand expectantly, wishing to do the same.
"All-right, I'll see what I can do," Arthur finally said cheefully after he was soaked with the cleaning product.
In Arthur's dark basement, despite the stone walls, the raucous lovemaking above them could still be heard. There were rooms and rooms of magic supplies, books, and odd devices that caused his guest to be skeptical.
"I'm looking for a spellbook," Arthur said, browsing the shelves as Matthew followed him, now sticking to himself from the bleach.
Matthew yanked his sticky arm away from his shirt hard, accidentally causing it to go flying and knock into a small flask sitting on a shelf. With a shriek and a poof of green smoke, he felt his body shift and his voice crack as he coughed. Examining himself, he found a curvier body below.
"Aw, fuck," he whined, "I thought this day couldn't get any worse but now I'm sticky and cold and I have a vagina!"
"It could be worse," Arthur shrugged, "You could have two insane beasts rutting in your bedchamber."
"That was... Poetic."
"Thank you, I try to be eloquent," Arthur replied, flipping through an old tome with a pleased grin.
True, and while we're following the laws of nature, two people shouldn't appear out of thin air after the attempted use of magic, and countries shouldn't be people.
It's parodyfic, it doesn't have to follow the rules of real life if it's for comedic purposes. XD
Arthur's eye twitched.
"Oh good gracious," he gagged, closing the door behind him.
"What?" Matthew chirped, "Lemme see!"
Curiosity killed the Canada.
"Oh m-my God I didn't...," he breathed, "I didn't realize I was so... So flexible..."
As Matthew stuck his head under Arthur's kitchen sink and doused himself in cold water, Arthur emitted a generalized sound of apprehensive thought.
"Errr, should we... Let them finish? Or...?"
A muffled moan resounded from the other room as a thumping noise rattled the wall.
"Please," Matthew begged, tears in his eyes, "No more. Reverse this."
"Aaa-h, give me your log, you big, hairy lumberjack!"
Wordlessly, Matthew rummaged through the cabinets until he found a bottle of bleach, twisted off the top, and poured it down the crown of his head until he was covered head to toe.
Arthur held out his hand expectantly, wishing to do the same.
"All-right, I'll see what I can do," Arthur finally said cheefully after he was soaked with the cleaning product.
In Arthur's dark basement, despite the stone walls, the raucous lovemaking above them could still be heard. There were rooms and rooms of magic supplies, books, and odd devices that caused his guest to be skeptical.
"I'm looking for a spellbook," Arthur said, browsing the shelves as Matthew followed him, now sticking to himself from the bleach.
Matthew yanked his sticky arm away from his shirt hard, accidentally causing it to go flying and knock into a small flask sitting on a shelf. With a shriek and a poof of green smoke, he felt his body shift and his voice crack as he coughed. Examining himself, he found a curvier body below.
"Aw, fuck," he whined, "I thought this day couldn't get any worse but now I'm sticky and cold and I have a vagina!"
"It could be worse," Arthur shrugged, "You could have two insane beasts rutting in your bedchamber."
"That was... Poetic."
"Thank you, I try to be eloquent," Arthur replied, flipping through an old tome with a pleased grin.
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AWEESSOOOMMEMEEEE AHAHAHAHHAH!!
NEED I SAY MOREEEEE?
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It's parodyfic, it doesn't have to follow the rules of real life if it's for comedic purposes. XD
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