Title: Thanksgiving OR The Merbian Thanksgiving Prayer
Authors: Keeper of Tomes AND coconutter
Song: Home Sweet Home
Summary: Stork-"Oh, and…er…give the Cyclonians warts on the tops of their heads. Yeah." A Merb's Thanksgiving prayer.
Words: 446
Pairing(s): None
Me and coco decided to do this together for Thanksgiving. I'm at her house right now, actually. So yay. It's purely for fun.
Tomie: I realize I haven't updated in ages. It's called writer's block. We all get it eventually...
coco: Happy Thanksgiving, and to all a good night! Er, day! Er...whatever!
We're all pretty much gathered around a sumptuous but possibly poisoned turkey; I have not yet decided whether or not it is…safe.
Aerrow pretty much expects me to say a prayer to you, number one guy up there, but I don't really know what to say. I'm sure Piper's praying for Finn to drop down and die; I know I am. And Aerrow's probably asking you for safety, victory, and all that heroic stuff. Of course, Radarr always wants bananas, and for Aerrow to live. Junko wants to get this grace over with so that we can eat, and Finn wants a new guitar. When will that kid learn that not every day is Christmas?
So I guess I'll pray that he won't get a new one…
I suppose I should also thank you, seeing as it's…well, Thanksgiving. None of us have died, (yet,) or fallen out of our seats, or accidentally cut off our fingers with kitchen knives. Again: yet. I do have to wonder why you, sir, gave me such a knack for sniffing out trouble. (I use sniffing figuratively; I don't actually go around stuffing my nose into strange places. That could be unsanitary.) I also have to wonder why it is you gave me so much trouble to sniff. (Again: figurative.) I mean, the world is crazy enough as it is, without mindworms and lyme disease to creep us all out. And by all, I mean me.
You also gave me a reckless and disorganized band of teenagers. Except maybe Piper. And even she insists on deck jogging every morning, even though I have warned her, countless times, about the danger of falling meteors. She also falls, quite frequently, under the effects of warm cider. I know this because she…giggles. A LOT.
I don't know if I should thank you for this…dysfunctional family of mine…if it is ever a family. I suppose I should, because without them, I should have succumbed to the effects of brain theft and mindworms already. Except I'll never thank you for Finn. Ever. I don't care if he saves my life fifty times, (as if he ever will,) he'll probably drive me insane fifty times more.
So…thanks…for…everything. Oh, and please. If the turkey is poisoned, send my teammates a telepathic message not to eat it.
Oh, and…er…give the Cyclonians warts on the tops of their heads.
Yeah.
And itching powder in numerous unspeakable places.
Right.
Um, whaddya say now?
Oh, yeah.
Amen.
Cough.
Hope you laughed. Byes!