Of Cowpits

Disclaimer: No own. No own nothing. However, read only if looking for something that makes, um… well, no sense.

Ais A/N: You may wish to know something, especially if you are a Hyde. The something would be this: Why the hell is Ais posting this? Well, Ais wonders why the hell too. But she just happens to get a huge kick out of it. It was written by a bored Hyde (with unusually minimal Ais Interference) while Ais was Picking Out The Perfect Outfit and is built around a weird inside joke that involved playing Frisbee with Ais's mom's coasters. Said coasters had an unfortunate tendency to fly behind the cowpit, a word that we somehow managed to create for… well, you'll see. Very, very likely a one-shot, especially if Hyde kills Ais.

Behold the great writing of Ais's best friend Hyde:

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"Where?" Amon questioned, and surreptitiously cleaned the wax out of his ears.

"The cowpit."

"Where?"

"The cowpit!"

"No, I mean, where is this cowpit?"

"In the residence of the Great Mother Goddess. Just ask her to beam you up."

"Beam me up?"

"Never mind, I'll do it." Michael looked up. "Hello? Ais?"

"This is the Immortal Archangel Hyde."

"Oh. Could you beam Amon up? He needs to see the cowpit."

"He hasn't seen the Royal Cowpit?"

"No."

"Well, all right. Ais is clothing herself in the Holy Raiment right now, so I'll do it."

"Thank you."

The world dissolved around Amon to be replaced by a strange one.

"Hello, Amon," Hyde said. "The cowpit is right over here."

"That's a couch," he said, giving her a Sullen Glare, which she promptly nullified.

"No, it is the Royal Cowpit."

Amon snorted. "Send me back," he glared.

"Only if you bow to the royal cowpit," said Hyde, in a rare obstinate mood.

"No."

"Hyde!" Ais called, with a mouthful of Pringles. "Does the black shirt or the black shirt go better with the black skirt and the black heels, and should I wear the Plum Brandy or Pink Chocolate lipstick? Wait… what's going on?"

"Amon refuses to bow to the Royal Cowpit."

Ais gave a mighty gasp. "No!"

"Yes."

Ais turned to Amon. "Do I have to get out the sporks?"

Giving her a Sullen Glare, he turned in the face of such a threat and faced instead the couch. (Excuse me, cowpit.)

He bowed.

The world dissolved, to be replaced by the one he knew, of nothing but main thoroughfares and dark alleys.

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Ais A/N: :D Heh, heh.

Oh, you know how much Hyde and I love reviews. Or maybe you don't. But we do. Not quite as much as we love Kyou from Alice 19th or Amon Himself of course, but still. You know.

And we're wearing our flame-retardant jammies and have our s'more ingredients ready just in case.

---Ais (and Hyde who is currently in absentia, if that's the phrase I want)