Yayness for OOCness!
Fang Rhymes with…
'Fang.' Max said to herself. 'Rhymes with… Bangles. Well, it doesn't, but if you made it into Fangles then it would rhyme with Bangles. And… Spangles. And mangles, but that doesn't really fit the theme.' She stood up, and announced,
'Fangles
Wore Bangles,
That Spangle-
D
FANG! Get here, now!' Her second in command rushed in, worried.
'It was Iggy, Max! Oh. Not mad… What's up?'
'I wrote you a poem.'
'Ah…. Um… O…kay. That's great, Max.'
'Do you want to hear it?'
'Uh… Yes?'
'Okay!
Fangles,
Wore Bangles,
That Spangle-
D' She giggled, in a weirdly un-Max-like manner.
Fang nodded, slowly.
'Okay, Max. Okay. You stay here, I'll just… go over into the other room…'
He backed slowly out, keeping his eyes on Max the whole way. When she was like this, it was not a good idea to offend her.
To his surprise, she burst into tears.
'Didn't – didn't you like it, Fangles?'
'No, no Max! I loved it, honestly! I just have to… go over here!'
Max glared. Fang ran.
Heh. This is why I don't eat whole tubes of Smarties in one go very often...