Wasting Time
by
SpOOt

Summary: Just killin' time...

Note: I got really board when I started
writing this..can you tell?
Note: If you can't tell, all the names
are anagrams...
Also, any mis-spellings are my bad, I ran this
through my cheep spell checker

(****SEE-'AY-PEE-ESE! CAPS!CAPS!CAPS!****)


"I'm sorry sir, but with the engine trouble,
we can't take off. It's going to be an hour before
we can get you into the air again. Again, I'm sorry
sir." The ticket agent told Dr. Annale.
"If you'll just put your name down here, we'll be
able to page you as soon as a plane is available.
Dr. Annale signed "Dr. Hilbert C. Annale" before
returning to his seat with his lovely traveling
companion, one Grace Carlin Silt.
"Well Clarice," Hannibal Lecter started, "We have
an hour, what do you want to do?"
"This annagram thing is fun, try this one." Clarice
said, almost as an answere.
"Okay, its a name, 'Internal Bleach'."
Hannibal thought fot a second.
Put the 'L' there, the 'H' there, then move the 'E'
there, no....there.
Hannibal Lecter let out a chuckle.
"Hannibal Lecter." He stated.
"How did you solve it that quickly?" It had taken him
a matter of seconds what Clarice had spent quite some
time on.
"I've had practice, now you try this one. It is hard I
must tell you, It'll probably take you some time."
"Shoot."
"'Insert palladian teeth', and there should be a comma."
Clarice wrote down the letters before moving the letters
aroud in her head. Lets see...'P' can go there...or there,
and the 'A' can be put......there! Aha! A word. Plane.
Oh. Clarice quickly figured out the rest of the anagram
once she found "Plane"
"The plane is late, darn it!" Clarice told Hannibal.
"Good job, much quicker then I expected."
"Hmm...I have another one for you too.
'Shiny barnacle castle exhibit'." Clarice smiled devilishly.
Hannibal Lecter's brow creased as her worked his way through
this one. After five minutes he relented into using the small
note book that Clarice used. Clash didn't seam to fit in, nor
did Belch.
"Need a clue?" Clarice asked, glad that she had finally
slowed down Dr. Lecter's pace of solving these puzzles.
"No!" He answered sharply. He would never allow it.
"There's a proper noun." She said despite him. Dr. Lecter
glanced up Clarice.
"You're not getting any closer to solving the puzzle Mr. Internal
Bleach." Hannibal Lecter turned his back to her as he finished
the puzzle.
"Well, I'm glad you feel that way Clarice." Hannibal finnaly
said. "However, the use of the word 'bitch' in your answere
only shows the inability for higher english."
"What are you talking about? You're just made that I finally
stumped you on one."
Before thery could complete there verbal sparing and annoucment
came on, telling them that their plane was boarding.
Clarice and Hannibal stood and walked to the boarding.
"However Clarice, Dr. Lecter started, "I am also concenred that
you find 'Internal Bleach a sexy bitch'."


THE END

"I'm un-artistic, I'm un-realistic,
You say I'm selfish and absurd
You try to change me, you try to save me
You say I'm gonna learn, I'm so blind,
I'm out of time, You're so unkind sometimes,
I never lied, I never lied, I never lied..."
-Good Charlotte
"Motivation Proclimation"