My self-destruct button
A Scrubs fan-fiction by La-Quinn (Daniel Edwards)
Preface
~JD~
So there I was , slumped in the bar, sipping the drink of gods, appletinis, and trying to think of a way out of my predicament. At the moment, the only idea I had was to create a smardis, a real-life version of doctor who's tardis. Obviously I had to name it the smardis for certain copyright reasons. Darn you BBC!
Using my Smardis, I'd go back in time to stop myself sleeping with Carla, the saucy Latino devil women, damn those irresistiblebooty-lishes hips!
Anyway, back on subject, Turk found out and he was pretty pissed, considering this was the second time we got tipsy and smooched the night away, though last time it was only a peck. And last night, was well, the whole shuzzam, the full deal.
And with Turk's surgeon "homies" on my back work, was getting a lot more difficult. Take this morning for example, I arrived in work to be greeting with the mother of all water bombs, fat daddy, filled with Mr. Hudson's, my eighty year-old patented with liver disease, urine. I smelt of decaying old man piss all day.
Elliot, who is my one and only love, she just hasn't quite realized it yet, hates me. A the worst of all, Turk has rowdy. I can't cope without rowdy.
I guess you're all a little baffled at the moment, well sit back, and let me tell the whole story, starting a whole week ago. Oh this is so exciting, I feel like Terry Pratchett.
I'm feeling a little bit wary about this.... Since it's meant to be a comedy, but, I don't think the preface is funny. I love scrubs, and I've been wanting to write a fan-fiction about it for ages, but I find it hard to write a comedy.
Tell me what you think