The Meaning of Bacon
Summary: A short fic in which Iggy explains to Fang why exactly bacon is so amazing.
A/N Don't doubt it before you even give it a chance!!!! Read on, and believe in the power of bacon!
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1:15 AM- Fang POV
I walked downstairs into the kitchen. Don't ask why I was up so early. I don't even know. Reaching the door, my nose perked. I could smell something, and that something smelled suspiciously like bacon. I knew that only one person in this house would get up at 1:15 in the morning just to make bacon, and sure enough, when I entered the room, the culprit was at the stove.
"Iggy, do I want to know why you are in the kitchen at this unreasonable hour, making bacon?"
"No." His answer was short, no doubt all his attention was on the pan of, dare I say it, bacon-y goodness in front of him. If I know Iggy, which after all these years, I think I do, there is only one thing he likes more then perverted jokes, and that is his bacon.
"Well, tell me anyway," I ordered, silently praying that it wasn't a long list.
"Fine. Bacon is better then girls. You can always get more, even when the old stuff runs out. It is better the sleeping because when you wake up, there is always some left. It is better then making bombs, because it isn't gone when you eat it, there is always more. And lastly, just because bacon is so dang awesome. Is that so hard to understand, Fang?"
I stared at Iggy. Who came up with a paragraph about why bacon is so awesome?
"Ig, I like sausage just as much as bacon. I still don't understand why you got up at one o'clock in the morning to make it, though."
Iggy gasped. "That's blasphemy! Sausage could never compare to bacon! It's like I don't even know you, Fang! If we were related, I would disown you for that last comment! If I was a king and you were the subject, I would have you executed. No one disses my bacon!"
I had a feeling that he was not entirely awake. Who says these things when they're awake? But he wasn't done yet. I was beginning to think that Nudge had rubbed off on him.
"Bacon. B equals beautiful, A equals addicting, C equals crunchy, O equals overly awesome, N equals night-time snack. I could write songs about bacon, create poems about bacon, and compose music about it. If you ever insult bacon again, I will never feed you any- I mean it, ANY food again."
Rolling my eyes, I walked over to the stove and stood next to Iggy. I grabbed a piece off the plate he had just picked up and munched on it. Dang, that was some good bacon!
"Iggy, you know what? I don't care what time it is. This bacon is so darn good, I'd eat it any time of any day. And I think I agree with all the things you said about bacon, even the part about being better then girls!"
"Excuse me?" Came the all too familiar voice of the leader of the flock, who had, without either of our knowledge, entered the room.
Crap.
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A/N So? How was it? Review, I beg you out of the bottom of my heart!
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