Monday — Silliness
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comment_ficGreetings writers. The intended guest host has gone incommunicado and you are stuck with me again! I think we all need a bit of silliness in our Mondays so I am picking that for today's theme!
Just remember the rules!
* No more than three prompts from the same fandom
* No more than five prompts in a row
* If your prompt is answered you may leave a new one
* Spoiler, don't leave any in the prompts and if your fill containts one please warn accordingly. Wait a week before prompting something that might be considered spoilery (if you are wondering if it is, it probably is)
Examples:
Leverage, Hardison/Eliot, That's what she said
Dr Who, Eleven/Rory/Amy, the all song and dance planet of the Andromeda
Tag=silly
Enjoy!
Just remember the rules!
* No more than three prompts from the same fandom
* No more than five prompts in a row
* If your prompt is answered you may leave a new one
* Spoiler, don't leave any in the prompts and if your fill containts one please warn accordingly. Wait a week before prompting something that might be considered spoilery (if you are wondering if it is, it probably is)
Examples:
Leverage, Hardison/Eliot, That's what she said
Dr Who, Eleven/Rory/Amy, the all song and dance planet of the Andromeda
Tag=silly
Enjoy!
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Date: 2011-10-10 04:25 pm (UTC)Possibly failtastic fill
Date: 2011-10-10 09:03 pm (UTC)And, sure enough, when they go to lunch in the local version of a tavern, the menu leaves something to be desired.
“What do you have?” Jim asks, with his trademark charming grin.
“Egg and bacon,” the waitress (who’s not exactly easy on the eyes) starts, “egg, sausage and bacon; egg and spam–”
“Spam?!” McCoy interrupts her, horrrified.
“Processed meat,” she says.
“I know what it is! I just didn’t think it had invaded other planets!”
“Relax, Bones,” Kirk says. He turns back to the waitress. “You were saying?”
“Yes. Egg and bacon, egg; sausage and bacon; egg and spam; egg, bacon and spam; egg, bacon, sausage and spam; spam, bacon, sausage and spam; spam, eggs, spam, bacon and spam; spam, spam, spam, egg and spam; spam, spam, spam, spam, spam, spam, spam, baked beans, spam, spam, spam and spam…”
“Have you got anything without spam?” McCoy interrupts.
“Well, spam, eggs, sausage and spam, that’s not got much spam in it.”
“I don’t want any spam!” McCoy complains. He wonders if it’s just this tavern that seems to have been infested. He’d eaten nothing but processed food during medical school, and the mess food isn’t much better. He’s sick of it.
“Why can’t he have egg, bacon, spam and sausage?”
“That’s got spam in it!” McCoy snaps at him.
“Not as much as spam, eggs, sausage and spam,” Jim points out.
“Could I just have egg, bacon and sausage without the spam?” McCoy asks with faint hope.
The waitress makes a face. “Ugh!”
“What do you mean ‘ugh!’? I don’t like spam!”
Suddenly some of the locals, who’ve evidently had too much to drink, start to sing, “Spam, spam, spam, spam, spam, spam, spam, spam, spammity-spam, wonderful spaaaam!
“Shut up!” the waitress screeches, and they subside with a last questioning “Spam?”
“You can’t have egg, bacon, sausage and spam without the spam!” She glowers formidably at McCoy.
He’s not backing down. “Why not?”
“Weell, it wouldn’t be egg, bacon, spam and sausage, would it?”
“I DON’T LIKE SPAM!” McCoy repeats.
“Bones,” Jim whispers. “Don’t make a scene. I’ll eat your spam.”
McCoy grimaces at Jim as he continues, “I'm having spam, spam, spam, spam, spam, spam, spam, baked beans, spam, spam, spam and spam!”
“Lovely spam! Wonderful spam!” the locals start up again.
“Shut up!” the waitress repeats. “We’re all out of baked beans.”
“Can I have spam instead?” Jim asks with, McCoy thinks, entirely too much enthusiasm.
“You mean spam, spam, spam, spam, spam, spam, spam, spam, spam, spam, spam and spam?” she asks as the locals start up again.
“Yes!” Jim says, and the waitress makes a face again.
“I’ll just have the chicken, please,” McCoy mutters into the table.
Re: Possibly failtastic fill
Date: 2011-10-10 10:44 pm (UTC)Re: Possibly failtastic fill
Date: 2011-10-11 10:46 am (UTC)