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donutsweeper) wrote2008-12-08 10:46 am
donutsweeper) wrote2008-12-08 10:46 am
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The Case of the Plotting Squirrel
Title: The Case of the Plotting Squirrel
Pairing/Warning/Rating: none, rated G
Word Count: 200
Summary: Murray will have his revenge.
Author's Note: Written for day eight of![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
consci_fan_mo . This might not make sense unless you're read The Case of the Chocoholic Squirrel or The Case of the Pine Cone Liberation Organization
“Oh, Mummy, look! What a cute little squirrel!” one of the small sized humans yelled, dangling a pudgy digit ridiculously close to my face. “Can I give him a peanut? Huh? Can I? Please?”
Yes. I am cute. Give me a peanut and then run away and tell your mummy what a good job you did. I’m sure she’ll be ridiculously proud of you. Moron.
“Here you go, Mr. Squirrel-wirrel. A nice yummy peanut, just for you. Take the peanut, Mr. Squirrel-wirrel. Come on, take the peanut.” The little hellion was taunting me with the damned thing, holding it so high I’d have to jump to get it. I’ll show you what a Mr. Squirrel-wirrel can do. Oh yeah. I’ll jump alright; I’ll jump up and-
“Murray.” The voice was soft, threatening, and instantly recognizable.
I spun around. What the hell? Harkness! How the hell did he sneak up on me? And with a camouflaged triple round, laser scope Chula pulse cannon to boot? I jumped up, grabbed the stupid peanut and took off into the undergrowth.
One of these days, Jack Harkness, one of these days I will have my way with this puny planet. One of these days.
Pairing/Warning/Rating: none, rated G
Word Count: 200
Summary: Murray will have his revenge.
Author's Note: Written for day eight of
consci_fan_mo . This might not make sense unless you're read The Case of the Chocoholic Squirrel or The Case of the Pine Cone Liberation Organization“Oh, Mummy, look! What a cute little squirrel!” one of the small sized humans yelled, dangling a pudgy digit ridiculously close to my face. “Can I give him a peanut? Huh? Can I? Please?”
Yes. I am cute. Give me a peanut and then run away and tell your mummy what a good job you did. I’m sure she’ll be ridiculously proud of you. Moron.
“Here you go, Mr. Squirrel-wirrel. A nice yummy peanut, just for you. Take the peanut, Mr. Squirrel-wirrel. Come on, take the peanut.” The little hellion was taunting me with the damned thing, holding it so high I’d have to jump to get it. I’ll show you what a Mr. Squirrel-wirrel can do. Oh yeah. I’ll jump alright; I’ll jump up and-
“Murray.” The voice was soft, threatening, and instantly recognizable.
I spun around. What the hell? Harkness! How the hell did he sneak up on me? And with a camouflaged triple round, laser scope Chula pulse cannon to boot? I jumped up, grabbed the stupid peanut and took off into the undergrowth.
One of these days, Jack Harkness, one of these days I will have my way with this puny planet. One of these days.