Kevin Matthews, Dr.Horrible/Iron Man crossover, pandimentionalspace
The door opens, and a teenaged boy walks in, headphones in his ears, and singing a bit loudly:
O, then, I see Queen Mab hath been with you
She is the fairies' midwife
Her traces of the smallest spider web
Pricked from the lazy finger of a maid
In this state she gallops night by night
Ladies' lips, who straight on kisses dream
Then he dreams of another place...
Pulling an iPod out of his pocket, he stops the music. "Damnit, I really need to reherse this!" Poor boy's not well-pleased to be here.
O, then, I see Queen Mab hath been with you
She is the fairies' midwife
Her traces of the smallest spider web
Pricked from the lazy finger of a maid
In this state she gallops night by night
Ladies' lips, who straight on kisses dream
Then he dreams of another place...
Pulling an iPod out of his pocket, he stops the music. "Damnit, I really need to reherse this!" Poor boy's not well-pleased to be here.