Open On Sunday Drabble: Orange
Hee. I haven't done one of these in a while.
"Knock knock."
A beleaguered sigh in the darkness.
"Knock. Knock, Ponce."
"You do realize I'm purposefully not answering you."
"KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK!"
"Fine! Who's there?"
"Orange."
Monotone. "Orange who."
"Orange you glad I didn't say knock knock again?" A storm of hysterical laughter echoed in the endless shadows.
Angel leaned back against the wall of his cage, and dreamed of a thousand slow, painful ways he could dismember his bleach-brained cellmate -- without need of tools. Probably even in the Stygian black, if he could just get his hands on him.
"Very amusing, Spike. Got any more?"
"Knock knock."
A beleaguered sigh in the darkness.
"Knock. Knock, Ponce."
"You do realize I'm purposefully not answering you."
"KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK!"
"Fine! Who's there?"
"Orange."
Monotone. "Orange who."
"Orange you glad I didn't say knock knock again?" A storm of hysterical laughter echoed in the endless shadows.
Angel leaned back against the wall of his cage, and dreamed of a thousand slow, painful ways he could dismember his bleach-brained cellmate -- without need of tools. Probably even in the Stygian black, if he could just get his hands on him.
"Very amusing, Spike. Got any more?"