Molly hadn't seen Michael Scott since her sorting. In general, she tended to avoid him, but today, as she was wandering the halls to send a few anxious owls to her children, she saw him slumped in front of the popcorn room door.
"Oh, dear," she muttered, and then walked over and plopped down next to him.
"What's the matter, dear?" she asked, concern replacing for a moment her usual irritation with him.
Oh, great, it was the lady who hexed him to be gay in the first place. Feeling kind of spent from all of the moaning and emoing he had been doing, Michael simply flicked his eyes up at Molly and sighed deeply. "The one person I could trust to gently deflower my anus is now popcorn." His face crumbled as he failed to hold back all of the disappointment and misery in his heart.
((Hug approved by Michael-mun!)) Molly had, indeed, hexed him, but not, as he thought, made him gay. She felt bad about being so angry with him that she'd let him go on thinking that for all these months.
She put her arms aroundhim and gave him a quick hug. "There there. I'm sure someone else will come along who can, er... well, you know. Deflower you."
Michael tried to cling back as Molly hugged him, but was too saddened to hold on very tightly and ended up flopping back against the floor. "I don't know," he said with a loud sniffle. Guano complemented Michael's noise with a snort of his own. "Before Tinky Winky came along, I couldn't find anyone gentle enough or poorly endowed enough."
Bert was taking a stroll around the castle, enjoying looking at all the suits of armor in the corridors and making faces at the moving portraits, when he found himself glancing curiously into a room that smelt rather nice. Like some delicious snack was being made in it.
He popped his head around the corner, expecting to find food, but was surprised to see a man looking quite devastated.
Bert cleared his throat. "Ah... 'Ello? You all right there, sir?" He entered the room cautiously, a sympathetic expression on his face. "Why the long face?"
Michael was tired from all the crying and moaning he had been doing, but Bert's question started him up again. His face crumpled as he said, "Noooooooo, NOTHing's all right anymore, and it never will be." Guano's stomach, deprived of Tubby Tustard, let out a large growl. "Tinky Winky's gone!"
Bert's eyes widened. "Gone? Whadya mean gone?" He took a step closer to the man, alarmed. "The little purple fella, ya mean? What's 'appened to 'im! 'E was a friend of mine." Bert hated to think that he would never see that expressionless yet cheerful face ever again, never listen to the helpful voice that followed him about, never see those wobblings legs dance, never hear the jingle of his rump...
"He's POPcoooooooorn!" Michael sobbed. Guano, apparently unhappy that his master was so distressed, hauled himself to his feet and began to lick Michael's face. However, after several licks, the exertion was too much for him, and he flopped down on the ground by Michael's head with a prominent grunt. "We were going to get married, and now Guano and I are all alone...."
Michael sniffled loudly. "Were you a friend of his?" Michael was certain Bert was, simply because he couldn't fathom how anyone who knew Tinky Winky would not consider him a friend.
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"Oh, dear," she muttered, and then walked over and plopped down next to him.
"What's the matter, dear?" she asked, concern replacing for a moment her usual irritation with him.
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Molly had, indeed, hexed him, but not, as he thought, made him gay. She felt bad about being so angry with him that she'd let him go on thinking that for all these months.
She put her arms aroundhim and gave him a quick hug. "There there. I'm sure someone else will come along who can, er... well, you know. Deflower you."
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Well, really, it was that no one would have him.
Hmmm, unless.... "Aren't your sons gay?"
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He popped his head around the corner, expecting to find food, but was surprised to see a man looking quite devastated.
Bert cleared his throat. "Ah... 'Ello? You all right there, sir?" He entered the room cautiously, a sympathetic expression on his face. "Why the long face?"
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Michael sniffled loudly. "Were you a friend of his?" Michael was certain Bert was, simply because he couldn't fathom how anyone who knew Tinky Winky would not consider him a friend.
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