Just a REALLY, REALLY, REALLY early drabble.
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Opening the fridge, Finn sighed. "Jake!" He called, fishing around with his hand. "Jake, did you eat the last of the meat-man meat?"
Jake the talking dog appeared in the kitchen door, game controller in hand, and a piece of meat-man meat hanging out of his mouth. "Weh'" He said around the meat. "I wah' hungeh'ry!" He shook his head, catching the rest of the slice messily in his large, slobbery mouth.
"Not cool, man!" Finn frowned. "Not cool. Not cool at all!" He slammed the door ferociously, and the milk bottles inside rattled audibly.
"Well," the dog grinned, "you snooze, you loose, I guess!" Jake licked his lips. A dribble of meat-man meat juice dribbled down his blonde, furry chin.
Finn closed his eyes, thinking of the fridge that very morning. "But there was, like, an entire container of it this morning!" Slowly, the image of a full stack of meat-man meat appeared in his head, on a plastic blue plate.
Jake's grin slowly disappeared. "Heh, heh, well…"
"JAKE!"
"I un-grounded Ice Man for an hour, and we played with the GameBox, since you wouldn't play with me…You were out. And I wanted to play. And we were hungry…So we ate mean-man meat sandwiches…"
Steam exploded out of Finn's ears. "You. Gave. The. Rest. Of. Our. Meat. Man. Meat. To. The. Ice. King? Seriously, man?" Jake shrugged. "He tried to 'hit-man' us last week!"
A familiar face appeared in the window. "Hey Jake!" The nasally voice made the steam explode harder. "Got any more meat?"
"ARGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!"