Fools (slash implied)

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"˙pǝxıɟ ɥʇoq ɯǝɥʇ ʇǝb oʇ ʇob ǝʌ,ı" ˙pɐǝɥ sıɥ ʞooɥs ɐןıʌ

˙ɥʇoq ɯǝɥʇ pǝʞɐos puɐ ǝsoɥ ǝɥʇ ʇob ɐuuǝظ

˙ʇɐqɯoɔ ןɐʇɹoɯ ʇou ˙˙˙ןןǝʍ ˙˙˙uı pǝʞɔoן ǝɹǝʍ oʍʇ ǝɥʇ ɯǝɥʇ ǝʇɐɹɐdǝs pןnoɔ ɐןıʌ ǝɹoɟǝq ˙ʇı ɹoɟ pǝbunן puɐ snoןɐǝظ ʇob uoʌɐ

˙ǝıuǝıʍ ןıɐʇʞɔoɔ ɐ ʇno pןǝɥ puɐ pǝuuıɹb ɐןıʌ ˙ɐןıʌ ʇɐ ʎןbuıɹopɐ dn pǝʞooן puɐ ןʍoq sıɥ uı ǝsǝǝɥɔ ɹǝʍoןɟıןnɐɔ ǝɥʇ ɟo ʇsɐן ǝɥʇ dn pǝʞɔıן ǝʞɐןq

˙ɥsɐɹ ʇɐǝɥ buıɥʇ ɹood ǝɥʇ buıʌıb puɐ ʇı uo ǝqoɹd ɹǝsɐן sıɥ buıuıɥs ʎq ʞsıpuooɯ s,ʎןןɐɔ buısɐǝʇ ɹoɟ pǝɥsıund buıǝq sɐʍ ǝɥ ˙uoʌɐ ʇdǝɔxǝ 'ɥɔunן ɹoɟ pǝddoʇs ǝuoʎɹǝʌǝ puɐ 'ǝsǝǝɥɔ ɹǝʍoןɟıןnɐɔ ɟo ʎɐɹʇ ɐ ɥʇıʍ uı pǝɹǝpuɐʍ uɐb

˙pǝɯooɹb ʇsǝq sɐ uoıʇuǝɯ ǝןqɐɹouoɥ uɐ ɹoɟ pǝdoɥ ɐןıʌ 'ʎɐʇs puɐ ʇıs ʇɐ ɹood ʎʇʇǝɹd sɐʍ ǝʞɐןq ǝɔuıs puɐ 'dn buıɯoɔ ǝɹǝʍ sןɐıɹʇ ǝɔuǝıpǝqo ןǝqǝɹ ǝɥʇ ˙ǝʞɐןq ʇno buıqɯoɔ ɥsıuıɟ oʇ ʞɔɐq ɹǝɥ ʇuǝs puɐ 'pɐǝɥ ǝɥʇ uo ɹǝɥ pǝʇʇɐd ɐןıʌ

˙pıɐs ɐuuǝظ "'pɹoʍ ǝɥʇ 'pɹoʍ ǝɥʇ 'pɹoʍ ǝɥʇ"

˙uıɐɹq ɹǝɥ ɟo ʇno sǝʌɐʍ ʇɥbnoɥʇ uɐɯnɥ ʎʞɔı ǝɥʇ dǝǝʞ oʇ ɹǝpɹo uı ǝɯǝɥʇ uɐɯ pɹıɥʇ ǝɥʇ buıɯɯnɥ puɐ sǝuoɥdɹɐǝ ɹǝɥ uo ʎǝןʇsɐ ʞɔıɹ oʇ buıuǝʇsıן ǝןıɥʍ 'pıɐs ʎןןɐɔ "¿pɹoʍ ʇɐɥʍ"

˙pɹoן ɐ sɐ ʞunɹp 'uıɐbɐ ǝןqɐʇ ɯooɹ ʇsǝɹ ǝɥʇ ɹǝpun pǝddıןs pɐɥ oɥʍ 'uoʌɐ ʇɐ ʎןbuıʌoɹddɐsıp pǝʞooן puɐ ǝǝɟɟoɔ ʞɔɐןq sıɥ pǝddıs ǝɥ sɐ pıɐs ɐןıʌ "'pɹoʍ"


˙sןooɟ















Fools.


"Word," Vila said as he sipped his black coffee and looked disapprovingly at Avon, who had slipped under the rest room table again, drunk as a lord.

"What word?" Cally said, while listening to Rick Astley on her earphones and humming the Third Man Theme in order to keep the icky human thought waves out of her brain.

"The Word, THE WORD, THE WORD," Jenna said.

Vila patted her on the head, and sent her back to finish combing out Blake. The rebel obedience trials were coming up, and since Blake was pretty poor at sit and stay, Vila hoped for an honorable mention as best groomed.

Gan wandered in with a tray of cauliflower cheese, and everyone stopped for lunch, except Avon. He was being punished for teasing Cally's moondisk by shining his laser probe on it and giving the poor thing heat rash.

Blake licked up the last of the cauliflower cheese in his bowl and looked up adoringly at Vila. Vila grinned and held out a cocktail wienie.

Avon got jealous and lunged for it. Before Vila could separate them the two were locked in... well... not mortal combat.

Jenna got the hose and soaked them both.

Vila shook his head. "I've got to get them both fixed."