Part IV: Not Quite
by tbossjenn
Frohike and Langly sat staring at the test results of the dietary supplements from Hank's gym. They couldn't believe this, it was incredible.
Unimaginable.
Horrible.
The tests proved conclusively that there was absolutely nothing unusual in the dietary supplements.
"I'm going to kill her," Langly said flatly.
"Uh huh."
"I will hunt her down and I will kill her."
"Uh huh."
"Just as long as she holds still and lets me."
"Uh huh."
"Hey, man, don't you even care?"
Frohike sat up with a sigh. "Sure I care. Yves thinks I should lose weight, but Byers is perfection in leather pants."
"Good point."
"Of course, you know she's got a thing for Jimmy."
Langly snorted. "Sure. He's a big, dumb, good-looking jock who bought her a twenty-year old bridesmaid's dress from goodwill."
"Hey, he's not all jock, okay?" Frohike said firmly.
"Yeah, okay," Langly conceded. "So what do we print now?"
Frohike leaned towards him and said, "Remember that tip we got on Prime Minister Tony Blair? Turns out it's true! We need to get over to England right away."
"Shouldn't we be trying to cover American conspiracies?"
"Yeah, but this is really big, Langly! Besides, not even Yves knows about this."
"Okay," Langly agreed. Then something suddenly occurred to him. "Hey, you know what's weird? We're major computer experts - we do almost everything on computers and we hardly ever drag ourselves away from them."
"Yeah? So?"
"Well, none of us have even touched our computers this whole time." The two of them looked over to their computers, which had actually collected a fine layer of dust.
"Whoa, man, that is weird."
The End - for real this time