Bradley clicked his tongue reprovingly at the tangential interruption. "All I'm saying is that you're unbalancing nature. You either eat nature, or nature dispatches a dog to eat you."
Colin threw up his hands. "You've officially gone mad," he announced. "You're clinically insane. I'm going to have to get you sectioned, Bradley. It's for your own good, really."
Bradley ignored this and slid incrementally closer, voice pitched low and swathed in the silk of melted butter. "Come to the dark side, Colin. We have pigs. In blankets."
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on 2009-09-03 10:47 pm (UTC)Bradley clicked his tongue reprovingly at the tangential interruption. "All I'm saying is that you're unbalancing nature. You either eat nature, or nature dispatches a dog to eat you."
Colin threw up his hands. "You've officially gone mad," he announced. "You're clinically insane. I'm going to have to get you sectioned, Bradley. It's for your own good, really."
Bradley ignored this and slid incrementally closer, voice pitched low and swathed in the silk of melted butter. "Come to the dark side, Colin. We have pigs. In blankets."
I chortled way too loud at this hahahahahaha