T-Shirt, or not T-shirt
By Gumnut
21 Nov 2002
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"Look at that, look what you've done."
"I haven't done anything."
"I don't think so, I felt you do it."
"Felt me do what?"
"Rip my T-shirt."
"I did not!"
"Did, too! I felt you grab it and rip it!"
Why would I want to rip your shirt?"
"You tell me. Perhaps you want to rip off all my clothes."
"You're fahrbot, Crichton."
"C'mere, you know you want it. C'mere, gimme a kiss."
"Get away from me, Crichton. You ripped your frelling shirt on that conduit. Now get back to work, we need to finish this."
"You know you want it, so come and get it."
(sexy bum dance)
"Frell you, do it yourself."
"Awww, come back, Sparky, what's your problem?"
Pause. "Ahh, works every time."
"Aeryn, you can come out, he's gone."
"About time, I thought he'd never leave."
"Hmmm…now where were we?"
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xxxxx
FIN