Fic: Complaint, Blue Cortina, by little_cello
Title: Complaint
Author: little_cello
Word Count: 252
Rating: Blue Cortina for things discussed
Characters: Sam, Gene
Summary: The boys have complaints.
Notes: Complete and utter crack. I don't even know.
“For God's sake - struck by lightning?!”
“Points for creativity.”
“I'll be feelin' that one for weeks! Soon as all those mysterious injuries and the bloody cold from that other one wear off...”
“Could be worse. Like 'avin' your 'and cut off.”
“It was nearly cut, and you survived, and you were molly-coddled by Phyllis and me. Whereas I...”
“Oi, I did take care of you!”
“Yes, exactly.”
“If you're tryin' to say somethin', Tyler, say out out loud!”
“What I'm tryin' to say is that I don't even bloody know what's goin' on in most of those, and it bloody hurts! 'sides, people seem especially gleeful over killin' me off!”
“Would you stop your whinging, it wasn't you that was shot dead - twice this bloody week, for God's sake!”
“At least that was a short and painless death though!”
“Why you -“
“Hang on, hang on what's... oh. Oh my god.”
“What? Spit it out, what's it now - … what the bloody 'ell's that even supposed to mean?”
“Look at the titles.”
“... you don't mean.”
“Yes.”
“Jesus Christ.”
“Yes.”
“...”
“...”
“... what say we take some time off?”
“Where would we go?”
“Mallorca sounds like a nice place. Nice an' far away, like.”
“I have a bad feeling about this...”
“It's either that or this, Tyler.”
“Ugh...”
To be continued?
Continued indeed!
Author: little_cello
Word Count: 252
Rating: Blue Cortina for things discussed
Characters: Sam, Gene
Summary: The boys have complaints.
Notes: Complete and utter crack. I don't even know.
“For God's sake - struck by lightning?!”
“Points for creativity.”
“I'll be feelin' that one for weeks! Soon as all those mysterious injuries and the bloody cold from that other one wear off...”
“Could be worse. Like 'avin' your 'and cut off.”
“It was nearly cut, and you survived, and you were molly-coddled by Phyllis and me. Whereas I...”
“Oi, I did take care of you!”
“Yes, exactly.”
“If you're tryin' to say somethin', Tyler, say out out loud!”
“What I'm tryin' to say is that I don't even bloody know what's goin' on in most of those, and it bloody hurts! 'sides, people seem especially gleeful over killin' me off!”
“Would you stop your whinging, it wasn't you that was shot dead - twice this bloody week, for God's sake!”
“At least that was a short and painless death though!”
“Why you -“
“Hang on, hang on what's... oh. Oh my god.”
“What? Spit it out, what's it now - … what the bloody 'ell's that even supposed to mean?”
“Look at the titles.”
“... you don't mean.”
“Yes.”
“Jesus Christ.”
“Yes.”
“...”
“...”
“... what say we take some time off?”
“Where would we go?”
“Mallorca sounds like a nice place. Nice an' far away, like.”
“I have a bad feeling about this...”
“It's either that or this, Tyler.”
“Ugh...”
To be continued?
Continued indeed!