Fic: Complaint (Pt 2), Blue Cortina, by little_cello
Title: Complaint (Pt 2)
Author: little_cello
Word Count: 453
Rating: Blue Cortina for things discussed
Characters: Sam, Gene
Summary: The boys have further complaints.
Notes: It makes me incredibly happy that you enjoyed my little outburst earlier. xD I almost immediately continued it, so here's what I have so far. Will probably continue as whump!bingo-fics/artworks are posted!
“Honestly though - a bloody lion?”
“Don't worry Sam, no way is it gonna eat yeh.”
“And what, exactly, makes you so sure of that?”
“Well, nothin' worth naggin' off yeh, is there? Yer all skin an' bones an' muscles.”
“Actually, you are right. They should've stuck you into the cage instead of me. Though then again, no, that would be animal abuse.”
“Yer walkin' on thin ice there, Tyler...”
“Oh, come off it, Gene. You'v really got nothin' to complain about, it's you who always gets to play the bloody hero.”
“Oh yeah? What about the one where I bloody well drank meself to death?!”
“After I was shot.”
“If they'd at least bother to make it look realistic.”
“What, the shootin'?”
“No you twonk, my reaction! Like I would go an' pine away like some old bird! An' I can bloody well hold my liquor!”
“... I don't even know what to say.”
“Good!”
“In any case, this can't go on. I've lost count over how often I've been shot, or kidnapped, or clobbered over the 'ead, or -“
“ - or saved by the Gene Genie -“
“ - or got my fingers burned because of a bloody incompetent superior -“
“Oi!”
“ - my point is, we 'ave to do somethin' about this.”
“Like?”
“Like arrestin' these people.”
“Oh, nice one Gladys. An' of course you know exactly where to find 'em, don't you.”
“Well, can't be that hard to find out, can it...”
“And then what? Oh, I know - chop off their writing 'ands!”
“... you're not serious, are you.”
“Do I look like I'm not serious?”
“For Christ's sake, Gene -“
“It was your bloody idea to begin with!”
“We can't just - ugh!”
“Tyler?”
“Hang on, I - aghhh, god! - I'll be fine in a mi - oh Christ -“
“At it again, are they.”
“Bloody brilliant deducti-aaghhh....”
“Well, you are right about one thing - we can't let this continue.”
“Glad... you... agree - GAH! What the hell are they doing this time?!”
“I think the lion's back.”
“WHAT?!”
“Yeah... yeah, it's the lion. Bloody hell.”
“Oh, god, I can't - y'know, any bloody time you wanna turn up and bloody shoot the damned beast is bloody fine by me!”
“I can't do a bleedin' thing, you know that!”
“I - argh - conveniently forgot.”
“Just... there. Done.”
“God...”
“... y'know, Ibiza sounds like a nice place.”
“Please spare me, Gene.”
Author: little_cello
Word Count: 453
Rating: Blue Cortina for things discussed
Characters: Sam, Gene
Summary: The boys have further complaints.
Notes: It makes me incredibly happy that you enjoyed my little outburst earlier. xD I almost immediately continued it, so here's what I have so far. Will probably continue as whump!bingo-fics/artworks are posted!
“Honestly though - a bloody lion?”
“Don't worry Sam, no way is it gonna eat yeh.”
“And what, exactly, makes you so sure of that?”
“Well, nothin' worth naggin' off yeh, is there? Yer all skin an' bones an' muscles.”
“Actually, you are right. They should've stuck you into the cage instead of me. Though then again, no, that would be animal abuse.”
“Yer walkin' on thin ice there, Tyler...”
“Oh, come off it, Gene. You'v really got nothin' to complain about, it's you who always gets to play the bloody hero.”
“Oh yeah? What about the one where I bloody well drank meself to death?!”
“After I was shot.”
“If they'd at least bother to make it look realistic.”
“What, the shootin'?”
“No you twonk, my reaction! Like I would go an' pine away like some old bird! An' I can bloody well hold my liquor!”
“... I don't even know what to say.”
“Good!”
“In any case, this can't go on. I've lost count over how often I've been shot, or kidnapped, or clobbered over the 'ead, or -“
“ - or saved by the Gene Genie -“
“ - or got my fingers burned because of a bloody incompetent superior -“
“Oi!”
“ - my point is, we 'ave to do somethin' about this.”
“Like?”
“Like arrestin' these people.”
“Oh, nice one Gladys. An' of course you know exactly where to find 'em, don't you.”
“Well, can't be that hard to find out, can it...”
“And then what? Oh, I know - chop off their writing 'ands!”
“... you're not serious, are you.”
“Do I look like I'm not serious?”
“For Christ's sake, Gene -“
“It was your bloody idea to begin with!”
“We can't just - ugh!”
“Tyler?”
“Hang on, I - aghhh, god! - I'll be fine in a mi - oh Christ -“
“At it again, are they.”
“Bloody brilliant deducti-aaghhh....”
“Well, you are right about one thing - we can't let this continue.”
“Glad... you... agree - GAH! What the hell are they doing this time?!”
“I think the lion's back.”
“WHAT?!”
“Yeah... yeah, it's the lion. Bloody hell.”
“Oh, god, I can't - y'know, any bloody time you wanna turn up and bloody shoot the damned beast is bloody fine by me!”
“I can't do a bleedin' thing, you know that!”
“I - argh - conveniently forgot.”
“Just... there. Done.”
“God...”
“... y'know, Ibiza sounds like a nice place.”
“Please spare me, Gene.”