A/N: Not sure where I was supposed to type this...I feel really stupid and new right now...but this'll do anyway. Soooo...my first story. And it's a serious crackfic. The sad thing is, I wasn't on any suger when I wrote this. But, hey, cut me some slack, it may not be the best, but it's my first. And really random. I may do more with this/edit it when I get better at this, but for now...one-shot! Try to enjoy!
"Jack…I ate your father!"
"YOU'RE MY FATHER?"
"Noooo…I ate your father."
"NOOOOOOOOOOOOO!"
"…Pervert…literally ate. I was hungry. Get up."
"OH!...Well, that's okay then, I never liked him anyways."
"I know…He tasted like stardust."
"HEY! I got that copy-writed!"
"Your point?"
"You can't just steal my stuff!"
"I'M the King of Brooklyn. And greatly adored by fangirls everywhere. And what are you? Nothing... Well, excepting the whole strike leader thing. You still owe me for that though, so it doesn't count. Case in point, I can do whatever I want. Including eat your father or steal your stardust line."
"Okay...that's just mean."
"It's not my fault I have a better title. And contacts. And looks. And more fan girls. And-"
"Oh, shut up."
"…"
"Quit smirking. I still win."
"Oh really? How do you work that Jacky-boy?"
"My second in command is the King of New York!"
"He's not the only King of New York."
"Well…well, Blood's a sissy! So Racetrack's still better!"
"At least Blood's better looking. And I know he won't cheat me at poker, unlike YOUR second in command!"
"Well Blood's…A QUEENSER!"
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"…Spot?..."
"…"
"...From...Queens...?...Okay, Jacky-boy, say it again, I dare ya."
"Now Spot, no need to get the cane out…oh crap, need a stick, need a stick…hah!"
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"...Since when was my cane a lightsaber?"
"THIS IS COOL!"
"You're a moran Jacky-boy."
"I wonder if this makes me Luke Skywalker."
"Always have to be the hero, don't you? Oh well, my saber's cooler."
"Hey! Watch the cane! It actually hurts!"
"I know."
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"Sooo…up for a bite to eat at Tibby's?"
"Yeah sure. I am getting hungry."