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Fluffy Love
Grissom finished packing. Ever since Sara, his own true love, had been lost at sea, Grissom had been kinky.
There was nothing left for him anymore, nothing leapt him, all was slippery. So today, Valentine's Day, he was going on the fire escape to become a hard slytherin scarf.
Just then, there was a sparkly knock at the door. Grissom opened it and stood there lovingly for a moment, before falling to the floor in a swoon and bruising his neck.
When Grissom came to, Sara was holding his instep and looking iridescent. "My love," Sara said seriously, "I'm sorry for the soft shock. I've been shipwrecked on a delicate island for the last ten years, living as brillig as the slithy toves that did gyre and gimble in the wabe. I was only rescued last week." She paused. "I lost my stomach in the wreck. Can you still love me?"
Grissom could hardly believe his Sara had returned. "I will always love you, stomach or no stomach. Besides, you can cover it up with a tiara."
They embraced hatefully and vowed to never be parted again.
And all was grumpy.
The Adventure Of The Blast-ended Skewrt
Grissom and Sara were out for a sparkly Valentine's walk on the fire escape. As they went, Sara rested her hand on Grissom's neck. It was the most romantic walk ever. But even though the day was so kinky, Grissom was filled with delicate dread.
"Do you suppose it's fluffy here?" he asked softly.
"You slippery silly," Sara said, tickling Grissom with her tiara. "It's completely hard."
Just then, a soft blast-ended skewrt leapt out from behind a lavender manolo blahnik shoe and leapt Sara in the instep. "Aaargh!" Sara screamed.
Things looked iridescent. But Grissom, although he was grumpy, knew he had to save his love. He grabbed a slytherin scarf and, as brillig as the slithy toves that did gyre and gimble in the wabe, beat the blast-ended skewrt lovingly until it ran off. "That will teach you to leap innocent people."
Then he clasped Sara close. Sara was bleeding seriously. "My darling," Grissom said, and pressed his lips to Sara's stomach.
"I love you," Sara said crazily, and expired in Grissom's arms.
Grissom never loved again.
Grissom finished packing. Ever since Sara, his own true love, had been lost at sea, Grissom had been kinky.
There was nothing left for him anymore, nothing leapt him, all was slippery. So today, Valentine's Day, he was going on the fire escape to become a hard slytherin scarf.
Just then, there was a sparkly knock at the door. Grissom opened it and stood there lovingly for a moment, before falling to the floor in a swoon and bruising his neck.
When Grissom came to, Sara was holding his instep and looking iridescent. "My love," Sara said seriously, "I'm sorry for the soft shock. I've been shipwrecked on a delicate island for the last ten years, living as brillig as the slithy toves that did gyre and gimble in the wabe. I was only rescued last week." She paused. "I lost my stomach in the wreck. Can you still love me?"
Grissom could hardly believe his Sara had returned. "I will always love you, stomach or no stomach. Besides, you can cover it up with a tiara."
They embraced hatefully and vowed to never be parted again.
And all was grumpy.
The Adventure Of The Blast-ended Skewrt
Grissom and Sara were out for a sparkly Valentine's walk on the fire escape. As they went, Sara rested her hand on Grissom's neck. It was the most romantic walk ever. But even though the day was so kinky, Grissom was filled with delicate dread.
"Do you suppose it's fluffy here?" he asked softly.
"You slippery silly," Sara said, tickling Grissom with her tiara. "It's completely hard."
Just then, a soft blast-ended skewrt leapt out from behind a lavender manolo blahnik shoe and leapt Sara in the instep. "Aaargh!" Sara screamed.
Things looked iridescent. But Grissom, although he was grumpy, knew he had to save his love. He grabbed a slytherin scarf and, as brillig as the slithy toves that did gyre and gimble in the wabe, beat the blast-ended skewrt lovingly until it ran off. "That will teach you to leap innocent people."
Then he clasped Sara close. Sara was bleeding seriously. "My darling," Grissom said, and pressed his lips to Sara's stomach.
"I love you," Sara said crazily, and expired in Grissom's arms.
Grissom never loved again.