Blake Belladona was hungry and desired a cheeseburger. Her stomach made noises like a malfunctioning church organ being ravaged by a pack of perturbed raccoons. With the force of all the hurricanes, she latched onto Sun's sleeve and began to pull while softly whining.
"Babe, what's up?" Sun asked with his words, which were English in nature.
"Desire cheeseburger," Blake replied. "Give cheeseburger. Desire cheeseburger, my body hungers."
"Well alright, I can't argue with that," Sun replied as he put his hands on his hips.
Sun realized that his hips felt nice. Sun liked his hips. They were smooth. And naked.
"We must go to the Donalds," Blake declared as she began to drag Sun along. "It is written in the stars."
"Welcome to McDonalds, may I take your order?" the clerk behind the counter said sweetly. Secretly, the clerk was Ilia. What a twist.
"Desire cheeborg," Blake stated plainly.
"Honey, use your big girl words," Sun admonished with a waggle of his finger, toes, tail, ears, and hair.
"Desire cheeborg," Blake repeated, her ears beginning to smoke. "Demand cheeborg for the prime directive."
"Oh no!" Sun said. "Blake is secretly a robot!"
And she was. It was another twist.
Author's Note:
I'm exhausted.
-RD