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[queenklu]

I have been WAITING for this to get it's ass on youtube so i can SHARE IT WITH YOU. SHANK YOU nebulia  FOR FINDING IT. WE ARE LIKE THAT MONKEY ON THE SUN, YOU AND I, ONLY THAT MONKEY'S GOT HEAT IMPENETRABLE SPACE ARMOR ON. *GLOMPS*

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I have now watched it 8 billionty times, and it never gets any less awesome.

GRAHAM GREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEN!!!!

For the love of all

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[queenklu]

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So the thing is, there was a lot less crime in Alaska. There was even less crime out in the Mat-Su Valley where Ray’s transfer went through, but not so little that Ray got bored out of his skull, so Ray appreciated it. He appreciated it even more when Fraser’s new boss at the Anchorage Consulate (which is an hour’s drive both ways from their house if Fraser doesn’t insist on taking the bus-in which case, it’s four hours of Fraser’s day that Ray doesn’t get to see him because he’s stuck on public transport, which is just unacceptable)…

Well, anyway, the new boss was even dumber than Turnbull, so three months in Fraser pulled some strings with the nuclear sub peeps and got a transfer to liaise with the Wasilla Department of Fish and Game-which, wouldn’t you know it, is in the same damn building as the Valley cops.

Which meant, basically, they were back to their old tricks. Only with less murder and mayhem to go around, Ray suddenly had much more time on his hands to teach Fraser about…America.

“The tune has no musical merit,” Fraser informed him in a sort of flat, lifeless tone over Ray’s shoulder. “I dislike it a great deal.”

“I love it when you speak Canadian-gets me all tingly inside. Oh look, you can play it in double time.”

“Ray-“ Fraser started, then cut himself off, grabbed Ray by the shoulders, and spun him so fast away from the computer that Ray would have fallen off the chair without Fraser’s knees bracing him. Ray grinned and slouched a little lower, letting Fraser spread his legs.

“If I sufficiently distract you,” Fraser said, trailing his thumb around the shape of Ray’s ear, “will you promise not to tell me what a Potter Puppet Pal is?”

Ray pretended to think about it. “Mm…I guess.”