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: Chaos in the Sporking Room!
(This whole fic was a monoblock text o' doom. Sporking it actually improves its readability.)
[Title and author's name withheld]
AN: This I kinda made after hearing the song “Let Go” By: Frou Frou (Credit where credit is due.)
I'm sure that Frou Frou would rather have gobs and gobs of cold, hard cash, instead of a rather random mention in a lackluster fanfic.
I’ve heard this song many many times before (good cd) however when I heard this song it made me think of me and my boyfriend and the surrender that is nessesary in all relationships.
TMI! (Love the creative spelling of the word 'necessary' also.)
Ill let you all guess on the characters.
Because, actually characterizing them, or even giving them names is *sooo hard* lolz! *eyeroll*
. Hope you like!
I didn't, though, I might, once we've finished sporking it. *hits the general all-call alert for the FSC*
Yugi: Crap. I thought she'd forgotten about sporkings.
Yami: Aibou! Such language. Still, you raise a valid point. So, seconded on the 'crap' part of your statement.
Seto: *slouches into the room handling various office supplies, rusted letter openers, dull paperclips, single staples, stupid-sized rubberbands -- all the while dividing his glare between the GFSS and the reviewer*
Seto, sweetie, I just went nine rounds with one of those stupidly-designed, ball-bearing, spring-hinge temple eyeglass repairs that Tassie completely forgot (again, for the nine-millionth time in the past nine years -- I swear, one of these days her learning curve will actually wiggle and I'll have a nervous breakdown because of it) that I CAN'T DO IN THE OFFICE WITHOUT HURTING MYSELF OR WANTING TO *KILL* EVERY MOVING THING THAT CROSSES MY SIGHT OUT OF MY SHEER FRUSTRATION AT HOW STUPID THE DESIGN IS AND HOW MALICIOUSLY STUPID MY CO-WORKER IS!!!!!!111 *deep breath* So, darlin', right now I'm in a mood that makes your foul moods look like days and days of airy-fairy sunshine -- *glares at Seto* Don't push me, dragon-boy, or we're gonna see how many of your office supplies will fit into an orifice I'm pretty sure you want left alone, 'kay?
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(This whole fic was a monoblock text o' doom. Sporking it actually improves its readability.)
[Title and author's name withheld]
AN: This I kinda made after hearing the song “Let Go” By: Frou Frou (Credit where credit is due.)
I'm sure that Frou Frou would rather have gobs and gobs of cold, hard cash, instead of a rather random mention in a lackluster fanfic.
I’ve heard this song many many times before (good cd) however when I heard this song it made me think of me and my boyfriend and the surrender that is nessesary in all relationships.
TMI! (Love the creative spelling of the word 'necessary' also.)
Ill let you all guess on the characters.
Because, actually characterizing them, or even giving them names is *sooo hard* lolz! *eyeroll*
. Hope you like!
I didn't, though, I might, once we've finished sporking it. *hits the general all-call alert for the FSC*
Yugi: Crap. I thought she'd forgotten about sporkings.
Yami: Aibou! Such language. Still, you raise a valid point. So, seconded on the 'crap' part of your statement.
Seto: *slouches into the room handling various office supplies, rusted letter openers, dull paperclips, single staples, stupid-sized rubberbands -- all the while dividing his glare between the GFSS and the reviewer*
Seto, sweetie, I just went nine rounds with one of those stupidly-designed, ball-bearing, spring-hinge temple eyeglass repairs that Tassie completely forgot (again, for the nine-millionth time in the past nine years -- I swear, one of these days her learning curve will actually wiggle and I'll have a nervous breakdown because of it) that I CAN'T DO IN THE OFFICE WITHOUT HURTING MYSELF OR WANTING TO *KILL* EVERY MOVING THING THAT CROSSES MY SIGHT OUT OF MY SHEER FRUSTRATION AT HOW STUPID THE DESIGN IS AND HOW MALICIOUSLY STUPID MY CO-WORKER IS!!!!!!111 *deep breath* So, darlin', right now I'm in a mood that makes your foul moods look like days and days of airy-fairy sunshine -- *glares at Seto* Don't push me, dragon-boy, or we're gonna see how many of your office supplies will fit into an orifice I'm pretty sure you want left alone, 'kay?
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