Ha ha ha! Oh, this is really bad, but I was writing another fic, and listening to music, and this just popped into my head, and it got me laughing so hard…so I'm sharring the joke. Please forgive the INSANITY!

*Enjoy!*

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Dr. Lecter pinned Clarice to the fridge with a quick movement that made them both grunt, Clarice in pain, himself in effort. Deftly, he opened the refridgerator door behind her, allowing just enough time for her long, red, hair to fall in the crack, and closed it quickly, breaking off the handle as he did so.

He dangled the metal in front of her face, and grinned evily, before dropping it on the floor, where it lay forgotten.

Clarice struggled futilely, and gave him a glare.

" Let me go!" she said, reaching up to pull her hair free. The Doctor pinned her arms to her sides with his hands.

"Tell me something Clarice, and please be honest," he said.

"What?" asked Clarice, rather enjoying the situation, especially when she thought of the handcuffs in the back of her dress bodice.

Suddenly, music started playing out of nowhere! Lecter whooped and grabbed the meat cleaver from the chopping board. Holding it like a microphone, he looked Clarice in the eye, and started to sing!

" Do you loooooove me?" Dr. Lecter belted out, " I can really move!"

Clarice giggled.

"Do you looooove me?" Lecter continued, "I'm in the groooove!"

At this point, he jumped up onto the counter behind him, and began to dance like crazy!

"Do you loooooove me? Now that I can dance……Dance……DANCE!"

At this point, he inserted a pelvic thrust, and jumped off the counter…

"WATCH ME NOW!"

From his corner of the kitchen, the mutilated head of Paul Krendler piped in:

"Work…work…"

"Ahhhhh, workin' out baby!" continued the Good Doctor.

"Work…work…"

"Yeah, you're driven' me crazy!" He freed Clarice's hair.

"Work…work…"

"Just a little bit a soul now!" warbled Hannibal, as he dramatically dipped Clarice.

"Work…" chirped Krendler happily.

The Doctor and Clarice danced nuttily around the counter during the brief musical interlude, then paused so Dr. Lecter could continue his solo.

"I can mash potato!" sang Lecter, as he pantomimed mashing potatoes.

"He can mash potato!" Krendler chimmed in.

"I can do the TWIST!" Dr. Lecter belted into the clever, as he did the twist.

"He can do the TWIST!"

"Now tell me, baby!" He sang, grabbing Clarice about the waist.

"Tell me, baby!" Paul was a good backup.

"Do you like it like this?" Clarice nodded enthusiastically, as did Paul as he repeated the phrase:

"Do you like it like this?"

"Tell me!" Lecter commanded through song.

"Tell me!" Sang Paul.

"Tell ME!" Bellowed Lecter, and Clarice screamed like a teenybopper at a concert.

"DO YOU LOOOOOVE ME? DO YOU LOOOOOVE ME?" Screamed Lecter, really taking off, and jumping up on the counter once more. He did a quick break dance routine, and continued;

"NOOOOOOW THAT IIIIIII CAN DAAAAAAAAAAANCE? OH YEAH!"

The song ended, and the music faded away slowly. Clarice threw her arms around Hannibal's neck, giggling hysterically.

"Is that a 'Yes,' Clarice?" He asked, looking down at her fondly.

Clarice hugged her handsome Cannibal harder.

"After that horrible song and dance routine?" she chuckled. "Not in a million years."

The End!

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Hey, don't say I didn't warn you! ~Coffee