This came about because of
encouragement and comments from
clayin and
timemonkeyDuring the course of the comments, I mentioned that the list of "Things Beetle And Booster Are Not Allowed To Do" was eventually retired in the Mullet-verse. There was a party, much alcohol, stories of how some things got on the list (though others were very carefully not spoken of,
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Several heads throughout the Watchtower cafeteria looked up at her cheerful shout and Goldie mentally made a note of which ones as she hurried over to the table where Blue was happily taking a spoon to a can of cold corn. Waving the object in her hand, she plopped down next to him, grinning. "D'you know what day it is?"
"I'm afraid I don't, my delicate golden nipple clamp," Blue replied.
"Why it's Friday the thirteenth, handcuff honey!" Goldie gushed loudly, flopping a calendar down on the table in front of him.
"Superstitious stuff and nonsense, sex kitten o' nine tails," Blue scoffed.
"Aw, whipping boy, don't ruin my fun," Goldie pouted.
"You know I never would, D-ring darling, but it's--YAH!"
Whatever it was, Blue didn't get around to saying, because at that moment his chair collapsed under him. Dazedly, he lay on the floor and stared up at the ceiling, then glanced over at the broken chair with a look of betrayal. "I'm within my acceptable weight parameters," he told it indignantly.
"Friday the thir-teenth, ( ... )
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Can I be your evil minon? It'd have to be part-time though - several other people already own my soul, but I want to squeeze you in somewhere :D
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