My boredom has lead to yet another pointless fic.
Enjoy.
Billy Raven paced dramatically up and down the sidewalk in front of the Pick-It-Quick. (Don't know about you, but they've got those where I live.). He stopped suddenly, donned his new 'Hi, I'm Billy!' name tag, and pulled open the door of the store. Stepping inside, the aroma of fresh tasty cakes and old shoes met Billys nostrils. He gagged a little, then quickly recovered. Walking up to the counter,Billy slowly reached out and tapped the shoulder of the nearest worker.
"Hi, um..." He consulted the mans name tag. "Gilfred. I'm Billy, and this is my first day, so..."
"Go stack the twinkies." Gilfred handed Billy a box and turned back around.
"Okay then. Thanks." Billy nodded and walked to the back of the store. He began to stack the twinkies in a fashionable way, singing as he did so.
"Oh, Oh, Oh, look at my hair. What do can compare, with mine today? Oh, Oh, Oh, I've got my hairspray and radio, I'm ready to go!" Billy hummed for a bit, since he couldn't remember the next few lines. After a minute or so, it popped back into his head. "So, oh, oh, don't hold me back, since today all my dreams will come true...GOOD MORNING BALTIMORE!!!!!" Billy sang, thrusting out his hand and hitting the display of tasty cakes. They came crumbling down, smashing everything in sight. As Gilfred and the rest of the store looked up, Billy dived for cover under the rack of pie charts(This is what too much math does to you.).
"Who did that?" Someone thundered.
Billy knew that voice. He peeked out from the pie charts, just to confirm what he was hearing.
"Manfred?" Billy asked. "You work at Pick-It-Quick?"
I thought we needed to know what Manfred did when he's not being evil. And everyone loved a Billy-centric fic.
So voila. My pasta maker.
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