Hi all! I'm running out of stuff to say here.
Disclaimer: I AM MAN BUTCHHART!
Me: No, you're not. you are a bird, flying into a window.
Man: *dreamily* I am a... birdie. pwetty little birdie, flying into window... *SPLAT*
Me: Well, that takes care of him.
Onto the story!
Dan was laughing so hard, he was afraid ectoplasm would fly out of his nose and spray his past self's 'lovely' suit with ghostly blood. He didn't even know why he was laughing as hard as he was. Maybe all those years in the thermos had driven him insane, or maybe the expression on Vlad's face was too much to bear. Possibly both.
Vlad's expression was contorted into a Picasso-esque picture of confusion, frustration, astonishment, and to top it all off, his eye was twitching prominently and uncontrollably. The finished product was so twisted and ridiculous, you just had to laugh! It was totally picture perfect. Well blackmail perfect, anyway. Dan pulled out a camera from who-knows-where and snapped a picture, laughing even harder as Vlad's face twisted even more to add 'horrified' to it's display. Dan snickered. Tucker would be proud.
And done! Well that was fun, wasn't it?
Me: Yeah! Especially the disclaimer!
Yeah. *sigh* Good times...
PlEaSe rEviEw!
Fear my Fuzz,
Bear out.
