Snapshots of a loony's life
Author: kôri - dawn @ grau.nu
Teaser: the title tells everything.
Type: Sillyfic
Rating: PG-13.
Spoilers: don't know.
Warnings: various dead people, bees, and papers.
SchuSchu/Farfie- implied
Keywords: Farfie, Schuschu, Nagi, Crawford, God
Dedication: to kagi.
Archiving: yes. if you want to.
*~~~~~~* = denotes a change of scene
*****
Snapshots of a loony's life
by kôri
*****
*~~~~~~*
"Crawford, you know what he'll do if someone pokes him with
a needle."
"Schuldich, I don't care what he'll do with the doctor
afterwards."
"But just think about the mess he'll make..."
"I said, I don't care. Farfarello needs a Tetanus injection.
You have to admit that he's very likely to get an infection
as often as he's slicing around on himself."
"..."
"See? Now go and get him into his straitjacket. And try to
tie him down as well. I'll go and call the doctor."
"*mutter* Scheisse! *mutter*"
*****
"I'm not cleaning this mess, Crawford!"
"But he's your loony lover..."
"It's not my fault that there are gooey pieces of doctor
strewn all around your office."
*~~~~~~*
"a tailor?"
"Yes."
"a tailor!?!"
"Yes. The rags he's wearing can't be called clothes
anymore."
"But... a TAILOR!?!"
"Yes."
"Wh...Why not just ordering something from the catalogue?"
"Oh come on, Schuldich! Don't you have style?"
"...*pout*..."
*****
"I told you so."
"Shut up."
"Still. I'm not cleaning up the mess. It's not my fault."
"It's not my fault either. And he's your loony lover."
"But *you* wanted to call a tailor!"
"Hell, how could I have known that the tailor would be
stupid enough to poke him with one of his safety-pins?"
Both glare first at the corpse lying in one corner of the
room, then at Farfarello who's licking at a bloody safety
pin.
*~~~~~~*
*CRASH*
*BANG*
*WHAM*
Three members of Schwarz hurry into the kitchen.
"What's going on?" - "What's that?" - "What the hell...?"
Suddenly a bee comes flying into the room. At it's... uh...
'tail'... is Farfarello.
Two jaws hit the floor as Farfarello jumps over the table,
trying to beat the crap out of the bee with a rolled
newspaper. Schuldich sweatdrops.
The bee tries to catch its breathe sitting on the ceiling.
Farfarello jumps onto the table, grabs the lamp and swings
over to the bee.
*WHAM*
The bee is dead.
*CRASH*
The lamp and the table as well.
Farfarello is sitting in the middle of the mess grinning at
his lover and the other two Schwarz members.
"*That* hurt God," he says with a satisfied smirk.
Crawford, Nagi, and Schuldich sweatdrop.
*~~~~~~*
"Schuldich! Nagi!"
"Yes?" "Yes, Crawford?"
"Why's there not a single sheet of paper in the house
anymore?"
"I don't know," says Nagi. Schuldich sweatdrops.
"Schuldich, I know by just looking at you that you know
where all the paper's gone."
"Uh... uhm... did you look for it in the waste paper
basket?"
"Why would new paper be in there?"
"Uh... because someone cut it into tiny pieces?"
"Why would anyone do that to new paper?"
"Uh...causeFarfiewantedtow ritealettertosomeoneand
hecuthimselfwiththepaper andhesaidthatthepaperhad
bittenhim..."
Crawfordonlyhavingunderstood... uh... Crawford -only having
understood that Farfarello was involved somehow- yells
"FAR-FAR- ELLO!!!!"
"*That* hurt... Crawlie," can be heard from the cellar,
Farfarello's voice carrying the crazy man's laughter with
it.
Ende.
Author: kôri - dawn @ grau.nu
Teaser: the title tells everything.
Type: Sillyfic
Rating: PG-13.
Spoilers: don't know.
Warnings: various dead people, bees, and papers.
SchuSchu/Farfie- implied
Keywords: Farfie, Schuschu, Nagi, Crawford, God
Dedication: to kagi.
Archiving: yes. if you want to.
*~~~~~~* = denotes a change of scene
*****
Snapshots of a loony's life
by kôri
*****
*~~~~~~*
"Crawford, you know what he'll do if someone pokes him with
a needle."
"Schuldich, I don't care what he'll do with the doctor
afterwards."
"But just think about the mess he'll make..."
"I said, I don't care. Farfarello needs a Tetanus injection.
You have to admit that he's very likely to get an infection
as often as he's slicing around on himself."
"..."
"See? Now go and get him into his straitjacket. And try to
tie him down as well. I'll go and call the doctor."
"*mutter* Scheisse! *mutter*"
*****
"I'm not cleaning this mess, Crawford!"
"But he's your loony lover..."
"It's not my fault that there are gooey pieces of doctor
strewn all around your office."
*~~~~~~*
"a tailor?"
"Yes."
"a tailor!?!"
"Yes. The rags he's wearing can't be called clothes
anymore."
"But... a TAILOR!?!"
"Yes."
"Wh...Why not just ordering something from the catalogue?"
"Oh come on, Schuldich! Don't you have style?"
"...*pout*..."
*****
"I told you so."
"Shut up."
"Still. I'm not cleaning up the mess. It's not my fault."
"It's not my fault either. And he's your loony lover."
"But *you* wanted to call a tailor!"
"Hell, how could I have known that the tailor would be
stupid enough to poke him with one of his safety-pins?"
Both glare first at the corpse lying in one corner of the
room, then at Farfarello who's licking at a bloody safety
pin.
*~~~~~~*
*CRASH*
*BANG*
*WHAM*
Three members of Schwarz hurry into the kitchen.
"What's going on?" - "What's that?" - "What the hell...?"
Suddenly a bee comes flying into the room. At it's... uh...
'tail'... is Farfarello.
Two jaws hit the floor as Farfarello jumps over the table,
trying to beat the crap out of the bee with a rolled
newspaper. Schuldich sweatdrops.
The bee tries to catch its breathe sitting on the ceiling.
Farfarello jumps onto the table, grabs the lamp and swings
over to the bee.
*WHAM*
The bee is dead.
*CRASH*
The lamp and the table as well.
Farfarello is sitting in the middle of the mess grinning at
his lover and the other two Schwarz members.
"*That* hurt God," he says with a satisfied smirk.
Crawford, Nagi, and Schuldich sweatdrop.
*~~~~~~*
"Schuldich! Nagi!"
"Yes?" "Yes, Crawford?"
"Why's there not a single sheet of paper in the house
anymore?"
"I don't know," says Nagi. Schuldich sweatdrops.
"Schuldich, I know by just looking at you that you know
where all the paper's gone."
"Uh... uhm... did you look for it in the waste paper
basket?"
"Why would new paper be in there?"
"Uh... because someone cut it into tiny pieces?"
"Why would anyone do that to new paper?"
"Uh...causeFarfiewantedtow ritealettertosomeoneand
hecuthimselfwiththepaper andhesaidthatthepaperhad
bittenhim..."
Crawfordonlyhavingunderstood... uh... Crawford -only having
understood that Farfarello was involved somehow- yells
"FAR-FAR- ELLO!!!!"
"*That* hurt... Crawlie," can be heard from the cellar,
Farfarello's voice carrying the crazy man's laughter with
it.
Ende.
