Scylla: Ode to Michael & Fernando
It's image heavy and full of spoilers...
Hey, Buddy!
Papi!
*squish*
So, I hear you and Bellick are pretty tight now, huh?
Well... we've been helping each other out. He's not my new BFF or anything, but he's a decent guy.
He loves him Mom like crazy. That's gotta account for something.
Seriously? This pajama pants wearing tub of jello? The guy who made every day at Fox River a living hell?
C'mon, Mike. Can't you see the guy has lost weight? Besides, aren't you the one always talking about forgiveness?
Yeah, well... he can't crash our BFF party. Got it?
Oh, please let me have him, Scofield. You've got your brother. And, I hear Sara isn't dead anymore.
I don't have anyone, 'cept my Mom. Get this, Sook-ra's even been teaching me some Spanish.
Teaching him Spanish?
*gulp*
All this Bellick talk is boring me. Linc and I have to talk to this guy, Self.
What a relief his parents didn't name him Note To. Ha ha... I kill mySelf.
Even with your lame ass humour, I can't quit you buddy.
Did I tell you you could say something? Always talking, talking, talking...
Meanwhile, at an undisclosed warehouse... the most dysfunctional group of cons
and their infirmary doctor see how long they can stare at Roland's laptop without blinking.
How's my Blue Steel, papi?
Would be better if your eyes were actually blue.
Sucre: I'm taking douche means jackass?
Michael: Exactly. Hopefully, this douche helps us save our pretty asses.
Shh... I'm trying to mind fuck him right now.
Mike... seriously... can we talk about this corduroy jacket you've been wearing?
I thought you liked it? It brings out my eyes.
No, I don't like it. Stop trying to make that jacket happen!
Sucre: What was that?
Michael: I think Sara's losing her shit out there.
Sucre: Hmmm...
Michael: It's understandable considering her head was whacked off and then re-attached.
Sucre: Hmmm...
*sigh*
What's wrong, papi?
Well, as if I don't have enough to worry about, TPTB have written headaches and nosebleeds
into my storyline for dramatic effect.
They'd better not give me a tumour, 'cause Michael might have to cut a bitch. Pfft!
The End
caps courtesy of dj43 at dj capslock & PB-Media.com
Hey, Buddy!
Papi!
*squish*
So, I hear you and Bellick are pretty tight now, huh?
Well... we've been helping each other out. He's not my new BFF or anything, but he's a decent guy.
He loves him Mom like crazy. That's gotta account for something.
Seriously? This pajama pants wearing tub of jello? The guy who made every day at Fox River a living hell?
C'mon, Mike. Can't you see the guy has lost weight? Besides, aren't you the one always talking about forgiveness?
Yeah, well... he can't crash our BFF party. Got it?
Oh, please let me have him, Scofield. You've got your brother. And, I hear Sara isn't dead anymore.
I don't have anyone, 'cept my Mom. Get this, Sook-ra's even been teaching me some Spanish.
Teaching him Spanish?
*gulp*
All this Bellick talk is boring me. Linc and I have to talk to this guy, Self.
What a relief his parents didn't name him Note To. Ha ha... I kill mySelf.
Even with your lame ass humour, I can't quit you buddy.
Did I tell you you could say something? Always talking, talking, talking...
Meanwhile, at an undisclosed warehouse... the most dysfunctional group of cons
and their infirmary doctor see how long they can stare at Roland's laptop without blinking.
How's my Blue Steel, papi?
Would be better if your eyes were actually blue.
Sucre: I'm taking douche means jackass?
Michael: Exactly. Hopefully, this douche helps us save our pretty asses.
Shh... I'm trying to mind fuck him right now.
Mike... seriously... can we talk about this corduroy jacket you've been wearing?
I thought you liked it? It brings out my eyes.
No, I don't like it. Stop trying to make that jacket happen!
Sucre: What was that?
Michael: I think Sara's losing her shit out there.
Sucre: Hmmm...
Michael: It's understandable considering her head was whacked off and then re-attached.
Sucre: Hmmm...
*sigh*
What's wrong, papi?
Well, as if I don't have enough to worry about, TPTB have written headaches and nosebleeds
into my storyline for dramatic effect.
They'd better not give me a tumour, 'cause Michael might have to cut a bitch. Pfft!
The End
caps courtesy of dj43 at dj capslock & PB-Media.com