Episode Eight
Just a quick drabble I wrote on the fly to amuse someone at work. Hope it makes ya larf.
NB I have not abandoned Plum Crisp! It's just on Hiatus. (yes, a long hiatus). Like General MacArthur, I Shall Return.
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Daryl: "Hey governor dude, we know ya got it in for Rick, we'll do ya a trade. You take him and back off, and I won't blow up your cute l'il ole tank with this bazooka I got right here on my oh-so-manly shoulders."
Gov: "Hmm, seems like a fair trade, send him out."
Rick: "Like hell, Daryl, who put you in charge?"
Daryl: "Same person that put you in charge when ya banished Carol, "officer friendly" – me, myself and I! Now git moving."
Rick: "Not gonna happen Daryl."
Michonne: (steps forward, unsheathes katana) "You think?"
Herschel: "Wait, we should take a vote."
Michonne: "Like you did last time the Governor offered to back off for in exchange for taking someone?"
Herschel: (Looks embarrassed) "That's one of the reasons we have a council now Michonne. All in favour of trading Rick for safety, raise your hand – the one that isn't holding your weapon that is. Hmm, looks like it's unanimous."
Rick: "CARL?"
Carl: "Just doing what I have to, to keep people safe Dad. You've become too much of a liability."
Michonne: "Out of the mouths of babes."
Carl: (beams) "You think I'm a babe?"
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