Not fic, but a remarkably asinine simulation

[m_mcgregor]

Since I can't seem to write anything of my own lately, I propose a boredom inspired game:

Write a first paragraph for me. It doesn't have to be fannish. I will attempt to reply with something at least slightly entertaining based off of what you write. Try to make it at least somewhat coherent, if you please.If you do make it fannish, please try to

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[m_mcgregor]

It wasn't like he was unprepared for weirdness. His mom was never the lunch-making type, but every so often she'd get a case of the maternal guilts and send him off to school with a brown bag, a peanut butter sandwich, and if she was feeling really motherly, an apple. The sandwiches were usually a glob of peanut butter in the center of two stale pieces of bread, so he was prepared for food that was not going to look exactly appetizing. But hey: food was food.

Until it blinked at you, that was.

"Uh, guys?" Xander said as the three eyes peered back at him. Buffy was shoveling spoonfuls of nonfat yogurt into her mouth, and Willow was chewing on the end of a pencil instead of chewing on her lunch. They both glanced over at him, and he pointed down at the thing that was growing out of his sandwich. "I don't think that's supposed to happen."

The blob of vaguely peanut-butter shaped brown stuff undulated slowly as Buffy and Willow looked down at it.

"Ewwww," Buffy said. She picked up one of Willow's spare pencils and poked at it gingerly. A bubble expanded on the surface and popped quietly. "Is it alive?"

"I AM MORE THAN ALIVE," the blob suddenly announced as a vaguely mouth-shaped hole formed under the three eyes. "I AM ROYALTY. I AM PUS OF THE MUCUS PEOPLE, AND I AM HERE TO SEEK ASYLUM. MY PEOPLE HAVE CAST ME OUT. I COME TO YOU IN THE HOPES THAT YOU WILL PROTECT ME UNTIL SUCH TIME AS I CAN REGAIN MY KINGDOM, MY BRIDE, AND MY RIGHTFUL TITLE: PHLEGMPEROR!"

"Ugh," Buffy said with a groan. "That was disgusting."

[booster17]

Excellent!