Owen's Powdered Sugar Plans

[donutsweeper]

Title: Owen's Powdered Sugar Plans
Pairing/Rating/Warning: none, rated G
Word Count: 100
Summary: Owen finally gets his hands on the donuts.
Author's note: Thirteenth in the powdered sugar crack!fic series.  It was only fitting that my 100th drabble should revisit this wonderful verse.

Owen couldn’t believe it. 

An entire box of donuts, freshly arrived through the rift, and all his.  Clutching the box tightly, he began to plan.  Tests.  With enough tests he might figure out what caused the donuts’ effects, and then if he could manufacture it, he’d be a millionaire.  No, a billionaire!

 Tosh broke through his musings.  “Owen?  Gwen and I are going to be stuck here for awhile bringing the files up to date, so I’m going to pick us up something to eat.  Want anything?”

“Actually,” Owen began, “I’ve a box of donuts and I’m happy to share...”

Comments

[donutsweeper.livejournal.com]

he'd probably be thrilled with the comparison

[rustydog.livejournal.com]

Heh. He wouldn't have said no to some groundbreaking work in the field of exobiological/human sexuality, I imagine. It's just that the anecdotal evidence from Jack would be so darned unreliable.

[donutsweeper.livejournal.com]

he'd insist on testing his own theories on the matter, I'm sure.

[rustydog.livejournal.com]

Research is fun! And it pays to be thorough.

[donutsweeper.livejournal.com]

oh yeah, don't want to come to any incorrect conclusions or anything