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Drabble fun

Posted by evil_underlord on 12.06.2006 at 20:12
So, I found out from fera_festiva about the drabble-matic that's been doing the rounds, and well, I had to do a Harry Potter and the Brisket Loaf one.

The Battle For The Brisket Loaf

Without a care for continuity, Harry beat his Brisket Loaf. He had been busy with the Brisket Loaf for hours and now wanted nothing more than a rare cuddle or an immensly powerful massage from his lover Ginny.

He said this last thought out loud, and all of a sudden his meaty Ginny appeared at the door, grinning grimly.

"Put down the Brisket Loaf," Ginny said stupidly. "Unless you want me to beat that Brisket Loaf on your third eye."

Harry put down the Brisket Loaf. He was stupid. He had never seen Ginny so raveshing before and it made him bulbous.

Ginny picked up the Brisket Loaf, then withdrew a tool from her monster. "Don't be so stupid," Ginny said with a raveshing grimace. "A Professor robert Langdon of Harvard University bit my sword this morning, and everything became dreary. Now with this Brisket Loaf and this tool I can stupidly rule the world!"

Harry clutched his spade-like sword contextlessly. This was his lover, his meaty Ginny, now staring at him with a raveshing monster.

"Fight it!" Harry shouted. "The Professor robert Langdon of Harvard University just wants the Brisket Loaf for his own meaty devices! He doesn't love you, not the rare way I do!"

Harry could see Ginny trembling contextlessly. Harry reached out his third eye and touched Ginny's monster stupidly. He was meaty, so meaty, but he knew only his spade-like love for Ginny would break the Professor robert Langdon of Harvard University's spell.

Sure enough, Ginny dropped the Brisket Loaf with a thunk. "Oh, Harry," she squealed. "I'm so rare, can you ever forgive me?"

But Harry had already moved without a care for continuity. As badass as a killer nazi robot powered by a brain in a jar, he pressed his third eye into Ginny's monster. And as they fell together in a dreary fit of love, the Brisket Loaf lay on the floor, bulbous and forgotten.

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