Hey everyone!!! –waves- I missed you! –grunt-not-grunt-
…Naw, I really did…
But now I'm back YAY
HappyNutcase: YES I did update sooner… AND I'm writing the WHOLE FIC with….get this, AN APPLE in.my.mouth. Since I'm too much of a glutton to possibly set down the apple, I'm just taking a bite between paragraphs, and holding it in my mouth for the rest of the time. Yay! You can call me on weekends for free? YAY Call me –sniffle- and get your ing ass on msn it's only 9:17 on Tuesday…
Slime frog: Devious mind swapage, yessss –hisses deviously- o0o I have the honors of thinking of threats? –teary eyed- such, a great honor…
Maddi-Linki: Actually, yes, my grandma went to a farm once and she was being pecked by roosters, she swore at them and kicked them –tuts- tisk tisk… poor roosters… Arg, AHHH –holds brain- my mind is being… shriveled up by CHATSPEAK L Ohhhhhh the HORROR AHHH –is done now- Well you're rather stating the obvious now, don't you think, but thanks, I think.
VGW: -points and laughs- AHAHAHA Oh well… And get your ass online eh (It's so0o0o obvious I'm Canadian) We need to have another adventure :D In the desert YAY Or Holly's Apartment. The other idea is getting old.
Disclaimer: I. DON'T. OWN. CHIPS. SPORK –pouts- what do you mean I don't own her spork, basturds! She doesn't have a lawyer!
Lawyers walk by with her name on a cardboard sign glued to their backs…
Erm…
-Bubbles runs by lawyer free with her sock- -sigh- next chapter.
Well, I don't own Eoin Colfer…thank flippin' god. Ew, that would be like being his wife 00 -shudders-
Chapter 13
Holly grabbed onto Foaly's neck.
"Horsey ride!"
Trouble stared in horror of the thought of Holly on Foaly's back.
"Uh…no, no horsey rides. We're in a desperate situation woman!"
Holly gave him a sad look. "Um… what are women?"
"MEEEEE" screamed Foaly delightfully.
"Ok,"Trouble whispered to Grub. "Just look into Foaly's eyes, his are the easiest to read."
Grub gave him a weary look and tried to even his eyes to Foaly's, which wasn't very easy, considering the height difference.
He finally caught the shining brown centaur's eyes, and focused deeply on them, he was about to turn away, and break the silence, when he saw it, words crossing Foaly's eyes slowly.
"Trouble…"
"Just focus Corporal."
And he did, reading the words crossing his eyeballs.
"Corporal," Grub read out from his eyes. "I've been tranquilized, I may seem ditzy on the outside but I'm trying to think of something on the inside. Shoot the needle into me and Holly, it's on my shelf."
The words stopped as Root crashed through the door.
Root grinned mischievously, the rope still tying him up.
"You'd be amazed at how hard it is to hop all the way up 5 flights of stairs bound in ropes."
Trouble shot Root with a gun he took off one of Foaly's million shelves.
"I've been more amazed before."
"Ok Trubs, Foaly said it's one of these syringes."
"Corporal…There's at least a hundred syringes here…how do we know which one."
"We don't Trubs, that's our problem."
Trouble now took his turn looking into Foalys eyes.
"He's so vague now Grub…"
"It's a new vial, hurry, my connection is breaking, soon I and Holly's ( YA notice how I said I and Holly, not Holly and mine :D ) mind, could be lost forever."
"The connection broke. Grub, it'll be with the new syringes, on the shelf near his chair."
They both turned towards Foalys chair, following with their eyes, to a shelf, full of not about a hundred syringes…thousands.
Grub sighed "This'll be fun."
"Come on Corporal, let's get to work."
YAY a chapter that made sense, led somewhere, and is a reasonably long length. –bows down to the monks- give me a turkey give me a turkey I'M FLIPPIN GOD wow, that apple gave me some non-needed energy, it's 10:21 now :D
Yours until my cats stop bringing dead bird into the house,
.::The OddBird::.