terrie
in
deathmance
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I wrote this for flight__ while her computer is down. NOW YOU CAN SHARE IN THE GLORY AS WELL.
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“Samson, it is not going to fit.”
“Shut up. Yeah it will.”
“Nyet. Look. It is too big.”
“I said shut up.”
Molotov sighed. “It will not fit.”
“Listen, I’ve been doin’ this for years.”
“Da, as you keep reminding me.”
“Just -- it’ll fit.”
Molotov sighed again. “I am becoming bored.”
“You’re not helping.”
“Mm, and you need all the help you can get, it would seem.”
“Shut up,” Brock growled.
Molotov rolled her eye but kept quiet. Her patience quickly wore thin, however. “It will not fit,” she said abruptly.
“Mol!”
“Samson, I am not blind.”
“If you would just shut up and let me -- HA. Look!” Brock grinned triumphantly.
Molotov looked on impassively. “Congratulations, you have better knowledge of the dimensions of a baking sheet than I.”
“You’re not getting any cookies.”
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“Samson, it is not going to fit.”
“Shut up. Yeah it will.”
“Nyet. Look. It is too big.”
“I said shut up.”
Molotov sighed. “It will not fit.”
“Listen, I’ve been doin’ this for years.”
“Da, as you keep reminding me.”
“Just -- it’ll fit.”
Molotov sighed again. “I am becoming bored.”
“You’re not helping.”
“Mm, and you need all the help you can get, it would seem.”
“Shut up,” Brock growled.
Molotov rolled her eye but kept quiet. Her patience quickly wore thin, however. “It will not fit,” she said abruptly.
“Mol!”
“Samson, I am not blind.”
“If you would just shut up and let me -- HA. Look!” Brock grinned triumphantly.
Molotov looked on impassively. “Congratulations, you have better knowledge of the dimensions of a baking sheet than I.”
“You’re not getting any cookies.”