Title:Umpa Lumpas and Airplanes
Rating T: Language
Pairings:none
Disclaimer:If I owned them, would I really be wasting my time on writing about them?
Authors NoteCompletly pointless. As usual.
"Logan? What are you doing?"
"Nothing."
"Uh huh. And I'm an Umpa Lumpa."
"What's an Umpa Lumpa?"
Scott rolled his eyes.
"What are you doing?"
"Went out to buy paint."
"For what?"
"Professor asked me to."
Scoot raised an eyebrow.
"For the kids history projects."
"Why did he send you?"
"He couldn't find you."
He looked at Logan skepticly.
"I do believe you and Storm just got back from Florida."
"How'd you know?"
"Enhanced hearing, remember. Girl has powers to match the Phoenix's right?"
"Yes."
"Right." Logan walked into the school, paint buckets in hand.
-A few days later-
"LOGAN!" Scott cried, running out of the Blackbirds hanger.
"Yes Ma'am?"
Scott glared.
"What crawled your ass?"
"You little..."
"What'd I do this time?"
"Don't pretend you don't know."
"Know what?"
"AHHHHHHHH!"
"You okay?"
"NO!"
"Oh. Okay then."
"What the hell'd you do that for?"
"Do what?"
"THAT!" Scott shouted draging Logan into the hanger.
"Oh. That."
"Yes THAT! How could you do something like that to her?"
"Her? You call that heep of junk her."
"LOGAN!"
"Yes?"
"AARGH!"
"I don't really see it as a bad thing."
Scott glared at him.
"I see it as an improvement."
Still glaring.
"I mean, a pink jet is so much cooler than a black one."
Please review.
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The following review came from Rowena DeVandal. I felt that it deserved a public response.
Well, I'm terribly glad that one of us thought this was funny. And you're claiming here that you EDITED this? I'd hate to see what it looked like before. This back and forth thing? It isn't a story. Stories have this thing called "narrative", where there's stuff happening in between the dialogue. All you have is dialogue with no setting and no context.
You are correct that this fic was completely pointless. It's also complete and utter crap. Do us both a favor and the next time you feel like writing something pointless, go play with your dolls or something. Maybe when you grow up, you'll be a real writer.
There really isn't a whole lot to say actually. Other than wow.
For starters, I said it was pointless at the beginning, if you didn't really want to read a pointless fic, well, you didn't have to.
Yes I did edit this. I admit, there are probably errors. I am HUMAN(at least, I can pretend to be). It happens. Get over it.
This back and forth thing? Its not a story. Its called dialogue sister. There are probably a dozen valid ways you could have dicretited this as a story and you coose that one? Seriously.
As for narrative... well, when two people are having a conversation, at least in this case, theres not a whole lot of stuff actually happening.
You are correct that this fic was completely pointless. I know I am.
It's also complete and utter crap. Was this supposed to hurt my feelings.
Do us both a favor and the next time you feel like writing something pointless, go play with your dolls or something. That sound like fun.
Maybe when you grow up, you'll be a real writer. Maybe. But then, maybe you'll grow up and get a life.
END RANT
Honestly, I really love it who people send me unintelligent messages like this.
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