Hey, I just wanted to apologize for how long this took. I've been having a bit of a writer's block and I hope that this good enough. And flame all you want, the fire burns my GLORIOUS INCENSE.
"Hey Diggums, are we there yet?" Doodah asked. He and Mulch were on their first assignment: get one of the annoying pixie's friends and bring him into custody. Mulch had already forgotten the name, but at least he was only going to be the trap; Day would (had better) tell him when to go off. "No," he replied to one of his few mistakes. "Are we there yet?" "No." "Are we there yet?" "NO! STOP ASKING! WE'LL GET THERE WHEN WE GET THERE!" Needless to say, the rest of the car ride was silent.
Diggums was in position when he heard his partner call him on the headset the duo bought a few days before. "Diggums," "What now pixie boy?" "You know what I think about bounty hunters?" "Frankly, I don't really care." Silence. More silence. A few more seconds of silence. Then- "I think that bounty hunters are the biggest cowards in existence. I mean, we have our hi-tech gadgets, our scopes that can see yards away, the outranking thing, and the element of surprise. Then we go off and shoot poor, unsuspecting Billy-Bob." Later that morning, not only did Mulch capture the (still) unknown felon, but a Mister Doodah Day went to the hospital with several limbs broken. "Today is proving to be a fine day." Diggums thought.
Don't worry, Mulch is going to do some dam—I mean, er, hard work. (whistles innocently) Hey disclaimer! Get your lazy butt over here.
Disclaimer: Why me?
Me: Because you're a disclaimer. That's what you do. You DISCLAIM! NOW GET TO WORK!
Disclaimer: I hate you.
Me: (growls)
Disclaimer: Um, I mean, the great and almighty authoress Child of the Sky does not own Much Diggums or Doodah Day.
Me: AND?
Disclaimer: Or the evil genius Mr. Falkenthal's speech on hunters.
Me: Which was innovated for the story. If you wanna see the real deal, go to my evil profile and READ IT. Thank you for reading and please press that pretty blue button on your way out, my unfortunate readers.