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Description: Jareth did something, he just doesn't know what.
A/N: This is for Ismira Daugene.
Jareth all but lay across his throne, he was tapping his ridding crop on his knee and listening to the goblins arguing about the chickens in front of them. He saw Sarah standing in the doorway and waved her over with a smirk on his face, his crop hitting the back of his chair.
Sarah smirked back at Jareth, making him frown a little as she walked towards him with purpose and heat. He could tell she was pissed. "You fucking asshole," She whispered in a deadly tone as she revealed a chicken in her left hand and grabbed the ridding crop with her right hand.
She hit him hard in the gut with the crop and then threw the chicken at his head before turning and storming out of the throne room leaving the Goblin King in shock and pain, from both the hard slap of the ridding crop to his gut, and a chicken to the head.
"What did I DO?" he yelled after her retreating form.
