ALL YOUR SOULS ARE BELONG TO ME!

CAKE IS A LIE!

Gummi Bears are evil.

Stork stood at the controls on the bridge of the Condor, it was a peaceful day and nothing untoward had happened. Aerrow and the others were somewhere below decks probably in the hanger working on the skimmers.

He sighed one of his best nothings going to hurt maim or kill me sighs, suddenly something small and fairly hard struck the back of his head. Spinning he assumed a defensive posture there was however no one on the bridge with him.

Reluctantly he turned back to the controls, this time something hit him on the head. Spinning he glared again there was no one there. His eye twitched.

Cautiously he turned back to the controls before spinning around again immediately, nothing happened he sighed and turned once more back to the controls.

Up in the air duct Radarr grinned and picked a new gummi bear from the big packet he clutched.

END

Not very long today but collage work calls (sigh)

WEASEL CHIPS ARE AWSOME

This drabble grew in direct proportion to my actual throwing gummi bears at a friend all day LOL.

Dedicated to you Ash