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Smurfs?
By RhiannonAmaris
Spike stared at the sight in front of him. The ancient tomb was filled with little blue men. Loud little blue men with almost Scottish accents. There seemed to be near a thousand of them and the only reason they hadn't attacked was because they couldn't agree on how.
All he had wanted to do was grab some gold, fence it and slip the dosh to the Bit. "Bloody hell I need a drink." He took out the bottle of Jack he had planned on bringing back to his crypt and was about to open it when he realized that the room had gone still.
They were all looking at him again. Or rather at the bottle. Spike grabbed wildly at the perceived chance. "We seem to be having a bit of miscommunication."
"This is our place fang-beastie, ye ken." One of the little blue men said and was answered by a chorus of 'ayes'.
"But it wasn't two years back when I was last here. So I was wondering if we could discuss things over a drink or two and smooth the situation out?"
"Weel, we could have a wee dram or twa."