Disclaimer: Well. This is the fourth part of my fic. I know nobody wants to
review it. Sniff. but I will continue to write! For those. *counts the
reviews* .two people who liked it, I will write for you! I will make your
sides crack with laughter! I will let the world know about Pegasus'
addiction!!!
Pegasus: I am NOT addicted!
Pegasus was sitting in his easy chair, drinking grape juice as usual. He stared out of his window in his huge-ass mansion, smiling quietly to himself. He sighed deeply. "Ahh... What a beautiful sunset...", he stated in his funny, chimpmunk voice. Croquet stared over at Pegasus worridely. He cleared his throat and walked to his master, not sure how to put his remark lightly. "Ah, um... Master Pegasus?", Croquet croaked nervously. Pegasus turned to look at him, much like how a deer looks at an oncomming cars headlights right before it hits it. Pegasus smiled and nodded, allowing Croquet to continue. "Well um... Me and the other members of your castle staff have talked about... erm, your addiction problem with the... um..."Croquet pointed to the glass of grape juice in his hand and continued, even more nervously than before. He suddenly began to ramble on and on about everything, words flowing out of his mouth like a bat out of hell.
"Youraddictiontograpejuicehasgonewaytoofarandweallthinkthatyoushouldgetsomeh elp,ifyoureallyneedtothatisandIreallyhopeyoudoitsoonbecauseit'sgonnakillyous omedayifyou'renotcarefulandweallcaresomuchaboutyouMasterPeagasussopleasegets omehelpandbefreeofyouraddiction!" Croquet stammered, soon out of breath. Pegasus continued to stare at him. "...Nani?" Pegasus said quietly. The speech had gotten to him. After all, if it hadn't been for his wife DYING when he was only SEVENTEEN, maybe his addiction wouldn't be there. Damn. He'd thought of her again. Sadly, Pegasus began to wail pitiously. "Why?! Why'd you have to bring HER up again!", he wailed uncontrollably. Croquet looked around nervously, slowly edging towards the door. Pegasus continued to weep, his head now in his arms on the table. "But. Sir. I was mearly trying to.", Croquet started. Pegasus got up and pointed a shaky finger at him, his eyes. er. eye mad with rage. "That's enough outta you! I don't need to hear your incompetent snivling!", Pegasus growled. Croquet stood still for a moment, working his words over in his mind. Croquet's lip began to quiver suddenly and he promptly ran out of the room crying, sneaking into a conveniently located bathroom across the hall. Pegasus sighed and sat back down in his golden chair sipping his purple grape juice out of his golden cup. Suddenly, a thought occurred to him. What if he really was addicted? What if Croquet was right? Looking down at his hands, Pegasus contemplated for a few more minutes, then slowly but surely, he picked up the telephone and dialed a number. "Yes?. Grape Juice Addicts Annoynmous? Yes, this is Pegasus J. Crawford. .uh huh. Yes. Exactly. ..When may I come in? .Tomorrow you say? Ah, excellent. I shall pack my things at once!. Yes. Yes. Thank you very much!", he hung up the phone, sighing heavily again. Standing up slowly, he raised his last cup of grape juice to the sky, vowing never to drink a single drop again. After all, it couldn't be THAT hard. could it?
Pegasus was sitting in his easy chair, drinking grape juice as usual. He stared out of his window in his huge-ass mansion, smiling quietly to himself. He sighed deeply. "Ahh... What a beautiful sunset...", he stated in his funny, chimpmunk voice. Croquet stared over at Pegasus worridely. He cleared his throat and walked to his master, not sure how to put his remark lightly. "Ah, um... Master Pegasus?", Croquet croaked nervously. Pegasus turned to look at him, much like how a deer looks at an oncomming cars headlights right before it hits it. Pegasus smiled and nodded, allowing Croquet to continue. "Well um... Me and the other members of your castle staff have talked about... erm, your addiction problem with the... um..."Croquet pointed to the glass of grape juice in his hand and continued, even more nervously than before. He suddenly began to ramble on and on about everything, words flowing out of his mouth like a bat out of hell.
"Youraddictiontograpejuicehasgonewaytoofarandweallthinkthatyoushouldgetsomeh elp,ifyoureallyneedtothatisandIreallyhopeyoudoitsoonbecauseit'sgonnakillyous omedayifyou'renotcarefulandweallcaresomuchaboutyouMasterPeagasussopleasegets omehelpandbefreeofyouraddiction!" Croquet stammered, soon out of breath. Pegasus continued to stare at him. "...Nani?" Pegasus said quietly. The speech had gotten to him. After all, if it hadn't been for his wife DYING when he was only SEVENTEEN, maybe his addiction wouldn't be there. Damn. He'd thought of her again. Sadly, Pegasus began to wail pitiously. "Why?! Why'd you have to bring HER up again!", he wailed uncontrollably. Croquet looked around nervously, slowly edging towards the door. Pegasus continued to weep, his head now in his arms on the table. "But. Sir. I was mearly trying to.", Croquet started. Pegasus got up and pointed a shaky finger at him, his eyes. er. eye mad with rage. "That's enough outta you! I don't need to hear your incompetent snivling!", Pegasus growled. Croquet stood still for a moment, working his words over in his mind. Croquet's lip began to quiver suddenly and he promptly ran out of the room crying, sneaking into a conveniently located bathroom across the hall. Pegasus sighed and sat back down in his golden chair sipping his purple grape juice out of his golden cup. Suddenly, a thought occurred to him. What if he really was addicted? What if Croquet was right? Looking down at his hands, Pegasus contemplated for a few more minutes, then slowly but surely, he picked up the telephone and dialed a number. "Yes?. Grape Juice Addicts Annoynmous? Yes, this is Pegasus J. Crawford. .uh huh. Yes. Exactly. ..When may I come in? .Tomorrow you say? Ah, excellent. I shall pack my things at once!. Yes. Yes. Thank you very much!", he hung up the phone, sighing heavily again. Standing up slowly, he raised his last cup of grape juice to the sky, vowing never to drink a single drop again. After all, it couldn't be THAT hard. could it?