Cracker (100 crackifcs)
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Title: Cracker
Author: entropy_house
Fandom: Blakes 7
Claim: Kerr Avon
Word Count: 247
Prompt: 067. Swing from a Vine
Rating and Warnings: Hah, I laugh at warnings.
Synopsis: If I tell you the synopsis, I'd have to kill you.
Avon took a tighter grip on the plastic vine inside his wire-sided cell and tried once more to swing over to the door-latch. It zapped him again, and he returned to his perch to sulk. He closed his eyes and firmly ignored the tinkle of the shop bell.
"Is that human dead?"
"No, no, the Terran Silver, remarkable creature, beautiful plumage, isn't it?"
Avon huddled inside his anorak and wished all Andromedans to roast in hell, preferably in an egg-poacher.
"The plumage doesn't enter into it. He's dead, innit he? You don't fool me, I've watched Monty Python."
"No, no, he's quite well, just... shagged out after a prolonged snark." Avon clung to his perch as the shopkeeper whapped the side of his cage repeatedly with a tentacle. "There! See, he moved!"
"He did not! That was you hitting the cage!"
"I did not!"
"Yes you did!" The second alien opened the cage, grabbed Avon, shouted, "Wake up, human, this is your nine o clock wake up call!" Before Avon could react the alien thwacked his head down on the counter. "He's dead."
"No, he's not, he's just stunned. You stunned him just as he was waking up. Terran silvers stun easily." The shopkeeper opened a vial of smelling salts under Avon's nose.
Avon sneezed and glared at them both impartially. "Get your stinking tentacles off me, you damn, dirty eggs!"
The second Andomedan looked at the shopkeeper. "All right, then. Do you have one in green?"
(Ok, which do you think fits it better: 067. Swing from a Vine. or
096. Space Invasion?)
Title: Cracker
Author: entropy_house
Fandom: Blakes 7
Claim: Kerr Avon
Word Count: 247
Prompt: 067. Swing from a Vine
Rating and Warnings: Hah, I laugh at warnings.
Synopsis: If I tell you the synopsis, I'd have to kill you.
Avon took a tighter grip on the plastic vine inside his wire-sided cell and tried once more to swing over to the door-latch. It zapped him again, and he returned to his perch to sulk. He closed his eyes and firmly ignored the tinkle of the shop bell.
"Is that human dead?"
"No, no, the Terran Silver, remarkable creature, beautiful plumage, isn't it?"
Avon huddled inside his anorak and wished all Andromedans to roast in hell, preferably in an egg-poacher.
"The plumage doesn't enter into it. He's dead, innit he? You don't fool me, I've watched Monty Python."
"No, no, he's quite well, just... shagged out after a prolonged snark." Avon clung to his perch as the shopkeeper whapped the side of his cage repeatedly with a tentacle. "There! See, he moved!"
"He did not! That was you hitting the cage!"
"I did not!"
"Yes you did!" The second alien opened the cage, grabbed Avon, shouted, "Wake up, human, this is your nine o clock wake up call!" Before Avon could react the alien thwacked his head down on the counter. "He's dead."
"No, he's not, he's just stunned. You stunned him just as he was waking up. Terran silvers stun easily." The shopkeeper opened a vial of smelling salts under Avon's nose.
Avon sneezed and glared at them both impartially. "Get your stinking tentacles off me, you damn, dirty eggs!"
The second Andomedan looked at the shopkeeper. "All right, then. Do you have one in green?"
(Ok, which do you think fits it better: 067. Swing from a Vine. or
096. Space Invasion?)