Donuts and Dusting

[donutsweeper]

Title: Donuts and Dusting
Pairing/Rating/Warning: none, rated G
Word Count: 100
Summary: Owen's on the look out for the alien donuts
Author's note: Tenth in the powdered sugar crack!fic series.  Written for unfeathered

Owen scoured the Hub.  He looked in the archives, the cells, the stairwell, the supply closet, even the bloody drawers in autopsy, but he couldn’t find the others or the donuts Jack claimed they had. 

Then he heard a noise from Jack’s office.  It was empty, but the entrance to his sleeping quarters below was cracked open.

“Hello?”  He shouted down.

“Owen?”  Ianto called back.  “Do you need something?”

Owen climbed down.  “Just seeing what you were all doing down here.”

“Oh.” Gwen held out a feather duster.  “Just dusting.”

“Is that  what we’re calling it now?”  Tosh asked, laughing.

Comments

[the-dark-side.livejournal.com]

definitely.

...flying monkey boobs?

[donutsweeper.livejournal.com]

err.. yeah.. in fandom_me's thread of doom (http://fandom-me.livejournal.com/173776.html)(she's trying to max out the comments) we were talking about sci fi channel's miniseries "TinMan" and that we liked it. But I said some parts were a bit, odd... like how the flying monkeys came out of her boobs. Becky said "huh?" because she was watching the reairing (earlier today) so when that scene aired I posted 'see, see, flying monkey boobs' which cracked rustydog up so badly she had to make me an icon out of it

[the-dark-side.livejournal.com]

omg, I'm so tempted to go spam that thread like mad. must. do. homework. must. not. spam.

[donutsweeper.livejournal.com]

It'll still be going tomorrow... homework=good thing (well, homework=good grades which=good thing anyway)