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A/N: I wrote this in ... umm...*looks at clock* thirty minutes. That means I am not to be held responsible for general silliness and/or bad grammer. A shout out to Yelsha D, I stole your weapon of choice, Sorry! I couldn't think of any better one, and I figured you wouldn't mind....you can borrow MY weapon of choice in your next fic!!
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**** At the Brotherhood ****
Lance and Todd were sitting on the couch in the living room, playing Duke Nukem on the Playstation. Well, actually, Lance was playing Duke Nukem and Todd was hopping around the room, catching random flies and humming "Southtown" at the top of his lungs.
"Hahaha! I just shot a stripper!" Lance yelled, cheering as the computer-generated dancer fell to the ground, clutching a bleeding leg. (A/N: I have done this. It is SOOO funny!)
"So?" Todd yelled from the ceiling. " I'd rather be playing Frogger!"
"You would." muttered Fred, as he entered the room and crashed down on the couch, sending Lance a few feet in the air. Fred picked up a bag of chips that was on the coffee table, and began to munch down, watching Lance play the game. A minute later, the chips were just a memory, and Fred's stomach growled loudly.
"I'm still hungry. I'm going to go get some Ding Dongs from the kitchen." the huge mutant announced, and lumbered off toward the kitchen. Lance didn't even look up from the TV, and Todd just dropped from the ceiling to the now-vacant seat on the couch. Just then, loud laughter erupted from the kitchen, and on the TV screen, Duke Nukem fell over dead.
"AAAAaagh!!" Lance screamed. "I'm gonna kill you, Fatboy!!!" Lance let out a frustrated scream, and stomped toward the kitchen, following the obnoxiously loud laughter. He held the large mallet that he kept handy in one hand, ready to bash Fred's head in for making him die in the video game. He'd FINALLY gotten past level one, and then POW! One loud laugh and all his hard work, GONE!!! Who knew when he'd get past level one again?
Todd hopped toward the kitchen also, although he was just curious about why Fred was laughing so much. He reached the kitchen just after Lance, who had frozen in the doorway. Both curiosity and anger dissolved into hysterical laughter as they looked inside. The freezer door stood wide open, and Pietro's head was stuck inside, his tongue frozen to the ice-cold bottom. His legs were running in place franticly, creating a Roadrunner-take-off illusion.
In a muffled voice, he managed to get out, "Stop laughing! Get me out of here!"
Unfortunately, everybody was too busy laughing to pay attention to the silver-haired boy, and Lance ran to his room, returning with a video camera.
"This'll be perfect blackmail." Lance whispered to Fred, who had his arms wrapped around his massive gut.
"Yeah! Yeah! Homework for a year!" Todd cried excitedly, as Lance filmed Pietro's frivolous attempts to get loose.
"Just get me loose!" Pietro cried.
"Did you hear something?" Fred asked, looking around the room innocently.
"Nope." replied Todd and Lance.
"HELP!" yelled Pietro. leg thrashings becoming more desperate as his tongue became more and more numb,
"Nothing at all." said Lance, as he finished taping the spectacle. "C'mon, guys, Judge Judy is coming on!"
And with that, the three mutants filed from the room, leaving one very stuck boy looking very, very mad, but unable to even cry out due to his frozen tongue.
THE END
Arg! I am sorry for subjecting all of you innocent readers to that, but my muse is mean to me some...most....all of the time. Well, just tell me if any of you got a kick out of it. :) Thanks! Persephone.
A/N: I wrote this in ... umm...*looks at clock* thirty minutes. That means I am not to be held responsible for general silliness and/or bad grammer. A shout out to Yelsha D, I stole your weapon of choice, Sorry! I couldn't think of any better one, and I figured you wouldn't mind....you can borrow MY weapon of choice in your next fic!!
Please Review!
**** At the Brotherhood ****
Lance and Todd were sitting on the couch in the living room, playing Duke Nukem on the Playstation. Well, actually, Lance was playing Duke Nukem and Todd was hopping around the room, catching random flies and humming "Southtown" at the top of his lungs.
"Hahaha! I just shot a stripper!" Lance yelled, cheering as the computer-generated dancer fell to the ground, clutching a bleeding leg. (A/N: I have done this. It is SOOO funny!)
"So?" Todd yelled from the ceiling. " I'd rather be playing Frogger!"
"You would." muttered Fred, as he entered the room and crashed down on the couch, sending Lance a few feet in the air. Fred picked up a bag of chips that was on the coffee table, and began to munch down, watching Lance play the game. A minute later, the chips were just a memory, and Fred's stomach growled loudly.
"I'm still hungry. I'm going to go get some Ding Dongs from the kitchen." the huge mutant announced, and lumbered off toward the kitchen. Lance didn't even look up from the TV, and Todd just dropped from the ceiling to the now-vacant seat on the couch. Just then, loud laughter erupted from the kitchen, and on the TV screen, Duke Nukem fell over dead.
"AAAAaagh!!" Lance screamed. "I'm gonna kill you, Fatboy!!!" Lance let out a frustrated scream, and stomped toward the kitchen, following the obnoxiously loud laughter. He held the large mallet that he kept handy in one hand, ready to bash Fred's head in for making him die in the video game. He'd FINALLY gotten past level one, and then POW! One loud laugh and all his hard work, GONE!!! Who knew when he'd get past level one again?
Todd hopped toward the kitchen also, although he was just curious about why Fred was laughing so much. He reached the kitchen just after Lance, who had frozen in the doorway. Both curiosity and anger dissolved into hysterical laughter as they looked inside. The freezer door stood wide open, and Pietro's head was stuck inside, his tongue frozen to the ice-cold bottom. His legs were running in place franticly, creating a Roadrunner-take-off illusion.
In a muffled voice, he managed to get out, "Stop laughing! Get me out of here!"
Unfortunately, everybody was too busy laughing to pay attention to the silver-haired boy, and Lance ran to his room, returning with a video camera.
"This'll be perfect blackmail." Lance whispered to Fred, who had his arms wrapped around his massive gut.
"Yeah! Yeah! Homework for a year!" Todd cried excitedly, as Lance filmed Pietro's frivolous attempts to get loose.
"Just get me loose!" Pietro cried.
"Did you hear something?" Fred asked, looking around the room innocently.
"Nope." replied Todd and Lance.
"HELP!" yelled Pietro. leg thrashings becoming more desperate as his tongue became more and more numb,
"Nothing at all." said Lance, as he finished taping the spectacle. "C'mon, guys, Judge Judy is coming on!"
And with that, the three mutants filed from the room, leaving one very stuck boy looking very, very mad, but unable to even cry out due to his frozen tongue.
THE END
Arg! I am sorry for subjecting all of you innocent readers to that, but my muse is mean to me some...most....all of the time. Well, just tell me if any of you got a kick out of it. :) Thanks! Persephone.