Authors Note: Another, yes. As always, most of these are real fics that I happened upon. No insult intended- in some cases, I really liked them.
Disclaimer: I don't own them. Really. :voice inside my head: you own them- you really do. They're all your. All yours. Mine. My own. My Precioussss...:
"I write romance novels."
"That's small potatoes."
"And ya'll know."
"And?"
"You were reading them. Before you knew I wrote them."
"Ouch."
"I'm addicted to drugs."
"You work for the ATF- what do they think the T stands for? Total stupidity?"
"Tenaciousness?"
"Thoroughly injured?"
"Trouble-maker?"
"Torn to pieces?"
"Together with some air- headed fangirl?"
"Or a bounty hunter."
"True."
"Tattle-tale?"
"Hey, I wasn't the one who told!"
"Sure you weren't."
"I wasn't!"
"Vin, your coffee just killed another guy."
"I make good coffee."
"Yeah right- it melted a spoon yesterday."
"It floats horseshoes."
"It was just right."
"I was just propositioned by a college student."
"Who..."
"Falls in love with every one of us over two months."
"I'm waiting for the other shoe..."
"And gropes Vin and Ezra."
"Aww, man!"
"And we have to file a sexual harassment suit."
"Help."
"I've just gone undercover in a nudist colony."
"Oh God save us all."
"What?"
"We're undercover in a rectal thermometer testing facilty."
"Oh Lord."
"No, nononononono. No no."
"Not again."
"And you just got propositioned."
"Lovely."
"By a gay guy."
"Wonderful."
"And you accepted."
"Fantastic."
"I think he's in shock."
"Someone get some coffee."
"We've only got Vins."
"Give it to him."
"NO! No, thank you, I'm fine."
"Thought so. Just making sure."
"No. Nono. Nonono. Nononono. NO! Nonononononononononononononono..."
"I think he's finally cracked."
"Expected him to. The human mind can only take so much abuse."
"Lets get him down stairs and get some whiskey into him."
"There are some things that only strong alcohol can cure."
"Very true."
"NONONO!! nonononononononononon..."
"Oh God... no not that. Not that. Nononononononononononononononononono. Not that. Anything but that. Not me. Why me? Why is it always me? Help? My legs don't want to hold me." "Nononononononononononononononononono..."
"He's gone too. Let's get him downstairs."
"And nobody look at that screen!"
As always, review. Consider them my pay for pouring over hours of damaged footage to get this transcription. I deserve it- even if only as hazard pay!
There was this fic I read a while back -it was about that college student who came to work with the seven as a secretary for a while, who fell in love with them all. It had really lengthy descriptions of the guys desks and the things they did with office supplies and the 'lottery' the secretaries had every month to determine who had to buy their office supplies, since no one wanted to be working with them for more than a day or two at a time.
I can't find it. If you can, can you tell me? Please? I'll give you cookies...
