I do not own anything within this little box of mine! These are just little ditties that come and go with things I observe and the random thoughts that occur(ed), provided of course if I even remember them! This 'story' will be updated whenever inspiration hits me (ideally with something that isn't a baseball bat). As such it is both completed and not...
Anyway, I hope you enjoy.
"WHAT!?"
A Kingsman: The Secret Service (movie) "[deleted] scene"...
"What, you have my dad stuffed somewhere too?!" Eggsy all but cried the exact moment he saw that stuffed dog mounted over the loo registered in his mind, prompting him to twirl to the only man who he could legitimately say he was trying to respect.
"Of course. He's in the closet."
"Wa—what?" All sense of indignation, shock and general vexation was flushed from him in favor of pure bafflement as he stared at Galahad, his mouth opening and shutting like a fish as he tried to process what the man just said.
"Would you like to see?" The agent stepped away and gestured to a hallway cupboard tucked beneath his stairs.
"Uh... what's going on?"
"Go on! Look!" Galahad urged, his face and tone professionally neutral, never mind more suggestive than demanding.
Confused, Eggsy meandered to the closet the agent indicated, opened the door and—
"Hey Taron!"
The once agent in training gave a dumbfounded blink at the man inside the closet before snorting in surprise, his lips curling despite himself whilst both Colin Firth and a number of the filming crew broke out in good natured scoffs and some giggling. "Come on, Colin! We're trying to shoot a movie here!"
"Sorry! Sorry! I just saw an opportunity for a little bit of silliness."
"CUT!" Snap!