Word Count: 159 (close to a drabble woot!)
Prompt: Rissa dangled slash cookies in front of my face as payment for crossing over to the dark side and thusly...-turns to the dark side-
What? I happen to like cookies...
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"Rodney, where'd you get those cookies?"
"They just came on the Daedelus."
"Can I have one?"
"Well..."
"Oh come on, you have a whole bag."
"Alright...but just one."
"What kind are they anyways?"
"Some kind of sugar cookie, I think...the brand is called 'slash'...whatever that means."
"Pretty good."
"Aren't they? I'm thinking about ordering some more."
"I feel funny."
"Yeah now that you mention it...so do I..."
"Geez it's hot. Are you hot? I'm hot."
"I'll say."
"What was that, Rodney?"
"Uh...I didn't say anything."
"Are you sure?"
"I'm feeling a tad bit warm myself...might be something going on with the environmental controls."
"Yeah...environmental controls..."
"What're you looking at?"
"Rodney, take off your shirt."
"WHAT?"
"Rodney..."
"Colonel, get ahold of yourself!"
"I'd much rather get ahold of-"
"COLONEL!"
"C'mon, Rodney...you know you want to."
"Get back!"
"Rodney..."
"Don't look at me that way! I will not be-MMPH!"
WHACK!
Thud.
"Oof."
"DEAR GOD WHAT THE HELL IS IN THOSE COOKIES?"
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A/N:...yeah...slash cookies made of one hundred percent pure, unadulterated McShep.
Odd...since I happen to dislike this ship that it's the only one I've written anything slashy for O.o
Keep them prompts a'comin. I'm working on all of them slowly but surely.