Sydney to the rescue. They're off to spread the mayhem. And I have got to get off LJ and go back to working on ToaD. You can only leave a dead body on a bar room floor for so long and this one's been there since last night, when I quit to write silliness instead.
I'm actually rather surprised he' wearing that foil hat without having to kill anyone who saw him with it. Who made him wear it? And what had said person have to promise to do for him for it? There's a backstory. You know there is. You know you want to tell us. *does the Jedi hand-wave*
Sark shows up at the SD-6 offices, intent on making Sloane pay for the leahter pants and black lipstick thing.
Marshall is handing out silly party hats to all the spies. He hands one to Sark, then sort of freezes like a mouse under the eye an hawk. Because no way, no way will uber-cool Mr. Sark wear a silly hat, right?
Sark sees everyone staring and sort smirks, taking the loathsome hat between his finger and thumb. Yes, Marshall thinks Sark is about to kill him with it.
Instead, Sark dons it, giving everyone a steely look that just dares them to make a comment. He slips the bottle of Formula 47 to Marshall, telling him to spike the punch with it.
"Just a bit of New Year's cheer, Mr. Flinkman. Make sure Mr. Sloane and Jack Bristow get some."
"Sure, Mr. Sark."
Sark sets the hat at a jaunty angle and strolls off, hiding an evil, evil smile.
Sydney smiled blindingly and snatched the cup of punch back out of Sark's hand, giving it to her father. "Nothing, Dad. Here, have some punch. It's fantastic!"
Ahahahahaha! Poor Jack! But perhaps he'll go rescue Arvin from Ariana Kane? It sounds like Arvin needs it, and perhaps formula 47 is just what Jack needs to get him to act on those intense feelings he has...
He did skid to a stop and stare for a moment at the sight of Marshall Flinkman, practically buried under three curvaceous and amorous secretaries.
Priceless. I'm wiping tears of laughter from my eyes. Go Marshall, go! but you probably won't want to tell your mother about this...
but you probably won't want to tell your mother about this...
Dixon will lift the video surveillance tapes of the office and keep them. Diane needs some new bling-bling and between Jack and Arvin and Ariana someone's bound to feel like giving him a generous year end bonus to deep six the records.
As for Marshall's mother, she'd never believe it. 'These pictures are obvious faked. My son would never, not with three - oh, my good lord! Son, I'm so proud of you. I'd begun to think you were gay.'
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So wrong. I think it's made even worse by the fact that I wrote Kane POV today...
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Sorry if this irretrievably torques your Ariana POV. I get giddy sometimes and things like this result.
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Sorry if this irretrievably torques your Ariana POV.
Fortunately, I finished my draft, otherwise I'd send Karaoke Kendall after you.
Also, any sentence with "poor little Arvin" in it cracks me up.
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And am laughing my arse off.
AUBURN!!!
Uhm, but, say ... why were Sark's pupils dilated? He didn't have a cup himself, did he now? Because then ... Danger, Sydney Bristow!
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He'd just realized all the women in the office were eyeing him ... hungrily.
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*snortles into her tea*
Woman, you're priceless. I love you. Loads and loads and loads.
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Heeee!
He was wearing a shiny, multi-colored, pointy foil party hat perched sidewise on his blond curls.
Heee heee!
he'd been pouting ever since
Heee heeee heeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!!!
More?
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Maybe late, late tonight if I can't sleep.
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Who made him wear it? And what had said person have to promise to do for him for it?
There's a backstory. You know there is.
You know you want to tell us. *does the Jedi hand-wave*
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Sark shows up at the SD-6 offices, intent on making Sloane pay for the leahter pants and black lipstick thing.
Marshall is handing out silly party hats to all the spies. He hands one to Sark, then sort of freezes like a mouse under the eye an hawk. Because no way, no way will uber-cool Mr. Sark wear a silly hat, right?
Sark sees everyone staring and sort smirks, taking the loathsome hat between his finger and thumb. Yes, Marshall thinks Sark is about to kill him with it.
Instead, Sark dons it, giving everyone a steely look that just dares them to make a comment. He slips the bottle of Formula 47 to Marshall, telling him to spike the punch with it.
"Just a bit of New Year's cheer, Mr. Flinkman. Make sure Mr. Sloane and Jack Bristow get some."
"Sure, Mr. Sark."
Sark sets the hat at a jaunty angle and strolls off, hiding an evil, evil smile.
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I'm going out on the street to scream that out loud now.
BwaHA!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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Ahahahahaha! Poor Jack! But perhaps he'll go rescue Arvin from Ariana Kane? It sounds like Arvin needs it, and perhaps formula 47 is just what Jack needs to get him to act on those intense feelings he has...
He did skid to a stop and stare for a moment at the sight of Marshall Flinkman, practically buried under three curvaceous and amorous secretaries.
Priceless. I'm wiping tears of laughter from my eyes. Go Marshall, go! but you probably won't want to tell your mother about this...
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*snerk* Was waiting for someone to say this. So what do you think are the chances it was all Sloane's idea?
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Dixon will lift the video surveillance tapes of the office and keep them. Diane needs some new bling-bling and between Jack and Arvin and Ariana someone's bound to feel like giving him a generous year end bonus to deep six the records.
As for Marshall's mother, she'd never believe it. 'These pictures are obvious faked. My son would never, not with three - oh, my good lord! Son, I'm so proud of you. I'd begun to think you were gay.'
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