An Objective View of Last Knight (Sort Of)
Author's Notes:
Disclaimers - Ok, I guess I've just been in a really silly mood this week or something, but I couldn't resist (again). With hesitation and wary looks, I bring you this complete farce, this facetious bout of insanity, this absolute ludicrousness, this... well you get the idea ;)
WHACK!
"OW! What was that for?!"
"Nick! What on earth were you doing?"
"Nothing."
"Like Hell you were... What precisely do you call that?"
"Uh..."
"Well?"
"You see, it goes like this, Nat..."
"Like how?"
"Well... Um, you see, it's... I was... It's..."
"Nick? Can you possibly be any more inarticulate?"
"Um... possibly..."
"ERRRR! Nick, c'mon!"
"But..."
"Nick..."
"I couldn't stop myself, I'm sorry..."
WHACK!
"Ow! Nat, that hurt!"
"What. were. you. doing?"
"Well, you asked me to..."
"Oh, you've got to be kidding... You can't possibly expect me to believe that you thought _that_ is what I asked you to do..."
"Well, vampires don't... we can't... you don't... I was trying..."
"Nick... I think you should win an award for the most clueless man alive..."
"But, Nat... I tried..."
WHACK!
"OW! Would you quit hitting me already?!"
"Do it right this time!"
"But, Nat..."
"Nick..."
"Nat... What are you doing? Nat, stop!... Woah..."
"There, that's better. Now behave and don't bite."
"Uh..."
"Much better!"
WHUNK!
"Nick? Nick! ... My God, he's passed out cold..."
Nat shrugged. She would have to work on this aspect of their relationship a bit more...
THE END (I told you it was silly...)
