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Fanfic For All Y'all
Title: “Sounds Great!”
Author: BigEdna
Rating: PG for campy violence!
Summary: Dom and Elijah visit Billy in Glasgow, where things are not what they seem...
Feedback: I’d love it! But no flaming, please (see disclaimer).
Warnings: light het, Ali bashing, and very bad stereotyping.
Disclaimer: No babies were harmed in the making of this fic. An official government report says that none of this happened. Oh, and I’m not a big Ali fan, though I do know how to spell her name right. “Aly” is old English...or something...
Beta’s Note: since ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
big_edna didn’t give me any credit for beta-ing this (and thus turning this complete CRAP into the wonderful story it is now), I’m going to give myself credit. mahyge is God.
Old Aly comes in the night
To whet her gruesome appetite
With children asleep in bed
The monster will devour their heads.
~Old Scottish tale
Dominic Monaghan breathed the earthy Glasgow air in deeply. It always amazed him how such a big city could still seem so pure and old, removed from technology and trouble.
Elijah Wood did the same, only he breathed in the satisfying taste of thick clove cigarette smoke instead of the smell of nature.
Billy Boyd greeted his two long-time friends outside the airport gleefully, and then he helped them put their suitcases in the trunk of the taxi he had waiting. The cab driver took them back to Billy's flat, where Billy waited in his living room as they showered (it was a long flight from L.A. to Glasgow) and got settled into their guest bedrooms. Soon enough, though, Elijah had emerged from his room and plopped down on the sofa next to Billy.
"I'm bored," he said. Billy tossed him a controller pad, then restarted the video game he had been playing for two people instead of one. They were in the midst of kicking serious undead butt when Dom stood in front of the TV. Billy and Lij tried to see around his crotch, but there was no escape. They died.
"Now that you're done with that," Dom said smugly, "perhaps we can get something to eat!"
"And something to drink!" Elijah said.
"I know just the place!" Billy said. "McGinty's bar. It's just a few blocks from here, so we can walk."
The three guys exchanged a glance. “Sounds great!” they said in unison.
====
"This place is kind of creepy," Elijah said as they entered McGinty's. The bar had a medieval theme to it; swords, maces, and shields hung on the wall.
"Oh, Doodle," Dom chided. "It's lovely! And look at all these ghost stories!" Underneath the glass pane on every table was a paper with an old Scottish myth printed on it. Dom found one he liked and sat down. "Read this, Doodle!" he said. "It's fantastic."
"Old Aly comes in the night/ to whet her gruesome appetite/ with children asleep in bed/ the monster will devour their heads," Elijah, being the actor he was, over-dramatized every word, so that when he was finished, a shiver went through his two friends. "What does that say?" he pointed to another piece of paper, on which was printed strange runes.
Billy took a look at it. "It's an old Celtic language," he said. "It was extinct ages ago. He traced over the runes as he sounded out the letters (he had studied some of this in school once as part of a national pride chapter). When he was done, the lights dimmed eerily, then returned to normal.
"What's it mean?" Dom asked in an awed whisper.
Billy burst out laughing. "You know? I have no clue! I just remember the alphabet!"
Suddenly, an old man approached them. "What's the matter with you?" he demanded. "Can't you read??" He pointed to a large sign that read "no incantations of any kind" on it. "Those are dangerous spells ye be reading. No telling what kind of bad luck they'll bring!" With that, he went back behind the bar, but he always kept an eye on them.
After some food and a few rounds of libations, the guys were laughing uproariously and joking around. Billy swaggered back to the bar to get another round for his friends, when he made eye contact with a pretty blonde.
Billy's magic green eyes were sparkling as he returned to the booth. His eyebrows were raised, as they did when he was excited or amused, and it only enhanced the mischievous spark of the green below.
"I met a girl!" Billy announced, pleased with himself. He nodded as if to convince his pals that he was telling the truth.
"Ew," Elijah said, wrinkling up his delicate 10-yr-old-looking nose.
"Oh stuff it," Billy said, shoving a beer his way.
====
A few hours later, Billy said goodbye to his bonnie lass, and the guys had stumbled back to his flat for some shut-eye. However, they weren't ready for bed quite yet. Billy and Elijah again playing a video game on the couch. Dom came out of the bathroom in only his boxers and scratched his belly with a burp. Elijah erupted into giggles on the couch, drawing a steely glare from his English friend.
"Sh!" Billy nonchalantly boffed his friend with a pillow and went back to vanquishing evil.
"Fine!" Elijah stood up and strode indignantly into the room Billy had set up as a guest room. "I don't have to take this!" he called over his shoulder.
Dom shrugged and began to saunter over to where Billy was and had just picked up the controller, when Elijah emerged from his room, armed and dangerous. He fired with deadly aim, and his ammo found its targets. Billy fell over onto the couch and Dom staggered as the pillow hit his Weasel. Elijah took that moment to execute a running leap at Dom. At the last minute, the Englishman ducked, and Elijah fell to the floor hard and rolled, a tangle of arms and legs. Billy hurled his own pillow back at Elijah but missed, whacking Dom in the face.
And thus the great pillow fight was started, the feathers flying amidst the laughter.
====
The next morning started after noon. Billy was the second to wake up, and he found Elijah in his kitchen, making coffee. They murmured hellos, and Billy sat down with a doughnut.
"Check this out," Lij said. He thrust the Glasgow newspaper at Billy, who read the headline.
"Is this for real?" Billy asked.
Elijah looked over the top of his glasses at his friend. "I don't know. It's your newspaper! I just thought it was interesting, that's all."
"What's interesting?" Dom asked as he entered the kitchen. Ever perky, he wore his trademark smug grin under his tussled bed-head hair.
"Sometime last night a child was murdered. Decapitated," Billy said grimly, standing up to get some coffee.
Dom took his seat and read over Elijah's shoulder. "That's grisly," he said. "Who would do such a thing?"
"Old Aly," Elijah said. Dom cocked his head inquisitively, and Billy looked confused. "You remember that poem from last night? It was about a monster who ate children's heads."
"Oh, Doodle!" Dom gave his friend a noogie. "That's absurd!"
"Is it?" Elijah asked stubbornly. "The barkeep seemed kinda distraught that Billy recited that poem thing!"
"Old McGinty’s an old superstitious man," Billy said. "That's all. There was no curse, and there is no monster!"
"So, Billy," Elijah said to change the subject, "When are you going to see that girl of yours again?"
"I thought maybe we could all go out tonight and bring her along. There's a concert downtown that could be fun," Billy said.
The three guys grinned crazily at each other. "Sounds great!" they said in unison.
====
"So what I meant by 'sounds great,'" Elijah said miserably, "was that I'd love to go to a crappy concert in the wet and the cold.
"Shut up and have another beer," Billy said, passing him a cup. The three guys plus Billy's girl were huddled together trying to stay warm.
"You know, they're really not all that bad," Billy’s girl said optimistically. "I think it's just this crowd..." Billy gave her hand a squeeze and smiled. He felt kind of bad for dragging her along on such a bad date, but she seemed to forgive him.
A jag of lightning nearly struck the metal stage, causing everyone to jump. No-one was hurt, but the amps were all fried, so the band began packing things up with a "well fook thess!" to the crowd.
The four of them headed back to Billy's apartment on foot; there was no chance they could score a cab, given everyone in the crowd was trying to get one. A couple of drunken blokes ran into them, and Billy’s girl was separated from the group. By the time Billy, Dom, and Elijah had run off the drunks, she was nowhere to be found.
"That's odd," Billy frowned.
"Quite peculiar," Elijah agreed.
"Shall we...try to find her?" Dom asked.
Billy shrugged. "Sounds reasonable." With that, they began calling for his girl.
They were still wandering around the streets of Glasgow calling for her when a distraught woman ran right toward them. "My baby! My baby!" she screamed. "Something took my baby!" The panicked woman took hold of Elijah and shook him. "HELP ME FIND MY BABY!"
"Calm down, ma'am," Elijah said. "What happened?"
"That thing..." the woman panted, looking over her shoulder, "and my..." she looked down and pretended to cradle something in her arms. She grabbed Elijah by the lapels. "A monster ate my baby!" The woman fainted dead away, and the boys carried her over to a restaurant and asked a waiter to call an ambulance for her. Then they began their search for Billy’s girl anew.
"Guys," Elijah said as they strolled down an alleyway, "Do you think that whatever took that woman’s baby is related to that newspaper article we read this morning? Do you think it could be Old Aly?"
"I think that woman was a loon, Doodle," Dom said with a laugh. "I don't believe in..."
The three guys stopped and stared.
In front of them stood Billy’s girl, but her eyes glowed red, and her cheeks were unnaturally large and engorged. Her entire head seemed to have grown slightly, and her features were distorted and grotesque. She sized them up then opened her mouth in a part scream/part roar that showed the heads of two children inside.
The guys didn't wait any longer. As soon as she screamed, they ran. At first, they ran pell-mell with no destination in mind, but then Elijah had an idea. "Let's head for McGinty's!"
They got to the old bar, and were only mildly shocked to find it entirely empty save for Old McGinty himself, who didn't seemed surprised at all to see them. They each took a bar stool, except for Billy, who poured himself a scotch and listened as McGinty explained what was going on.
"That Celtic poem you read awakened the monster," he said. "And now she will haunt our streets again until you vanquish her!"
"I don't think so!" Dom said. "Have you seen that thing?!"
"Aye, when I was a wee lad," McGinty said. "But she can be defeated only by the ones who wakened her."
"Let Billy do it, then!" Elijah said.
"All you three had a part in it," McGinty replied. "All you three must have a part in her death!"
"We need weapons!" Billy decided in a moment of scotch-induced bravery.
At once, the three men stormed the arsenal in McGinty's basement. Billy and Dom both hefted broad swords and tested out their weight. They were a little heavier than the swords they had filmed Lord of the Rings with, but they would do. Elijah sneered and decided on guns.
"Are you sure that's wise?" Billy asked him.
"I used these in Try 17," he said confidently. "And that was really me shooting. I'll take care of this creature thing!"
"Actually, that might not be true," Dom said as he pulled his reading glasses off the tip of his nose and snapped a dusty book shut with his other hand. "Unless she's a werewolf and those are silver bullets, swords are the better bet. See, swords kill most monsters because of their ability to sever the central tagmental pathway." Dom began to draw a diagram of the weak spots of most monsters.
"Well shit," Elijah said glumly. He, too picked up a sword, and the three men walked out of McGinty's with one purpose: death.
====
Three hours later, they were frustrated and bored. No leads had turned up, and Glasgow was a pretty big city.
"What we need," Dom said as he sat down on a bench and idly rested his sword on his shoulder, "is bait."
"A diversion," Elijah nodded in agreement.
"But where could we find a child at this hour?" Billy asked himself. "Wait! I know!" Within another half-hour, the guys had kidnapped a newborn from a hospital and placed it on the bench. Then they hid themselves nearby and waited.
The babe, not happy to be rained on, began to wail loudly and incessantly, and it wasn't long before the three guys heard an answering roar. Old Aly was coming!
She tread softly through the streets, and like a chipmunk would stop every few yards to sniff the air. As she approached the bench, two dripping fangs grew longer and gleamed in the rain.
"Now!" Billy gave a shout and the three men ran for her, swords drawn.
Billy was the first to stab her in the belly, and she slapped at him, scratching him deeply in the shoulder with her razor-sharp claws. Elijah aimed for her heart, and the monster screamed in pain and fury, slapping at Billy again. Dom shoved Elijah out of the way, then swung his sword neck-high. Aly's roar was stopped short, and her head bounced off the sidewalk, then rolled to a stop in the gutter.
"Wow!" Dom said. "That was just like a video game!" He looked back at his friends. "Are we all alright?" Dom asked. Billy was bleeding but ok, and Elijah was just shaken. Dom picked up the baby, and the three guys returned it to the hospital and got Billy's cuts taken care of. They stumbled into his apartment just as the sun was coming up.Then Elijah, Dom, and Billy had the hottest, sexiest, horniest, most erotic orgy in the history of all mankind. Before they could go to bed, though, Billy's phone rang. It was Orlando Bloom.
"I was just calling to see what you are up to!" Orli said.
Dom and Elijah crowded around Billy's phone as he began to tell Orli of their wild night, adding important details.
Orli was silent. "That's just freaky," he said. He lowered his voice. "You don't suppose you'd be willing to come see me for a bit," he said. "There have been some weird things going on. I think Johnny Depp is stalking me, but I don't think he is what he seems..."
The three guys exchanged a glance, feeling that monster-slaying was their new calling in life. "Sounds great!" they said in unison.
The. End.
Author: BigEdna
Rating: PG for campy violence!
Summary: Dom and Elijah visit Billy in Glasgow, where things are not what they seem...
Feedback: I’d love it! But no flaming, please (see disclaimer).
Warnings: light het, Ali bashing, and very bad stereotyping.
Disclaimer: No babies were harmed in the making of this fic. An official government report says that none of this happened. Oh, and I’m not a big Ali fan, though I do know how to spell her name right. “Aly” is old English...or something...
big_edna didn’t give me any credit for beta-ing this (and thus turning this complete CRAP into the wonderful story it is now), I’m going to give myself credit. mahyge is God.Old Aly comes in the night
To whet her gruesome appetite
With children asleep in bed
The monster will devour their heads.
~Old Scottish tale
Dominic Monaghan breathed the earthy Glasgow air in deeply. It always amazed him how such a big city could still seem so pure and old, removed from technology and trouble.
Elijah Wood did the same, only he breathed in the satisfying taste of thick clove cigarette smoke instead of the smell of nature.
Billy Boyd greeted his two long-time friends outside the airport gleefully, and then he helped them put their suitcases in the trunk of the taxi he had waiting. The cab driver took them back to Billy's flat, where Billy waited in his living room as they showered (it was a long flight from L.A. to Glasgow) and got settled into their guest bedrooms. Soon enough, though, Elijah had emerged from his room and plopped down on the sofa next to Billy.
"I'm bored," he said. Billy tossed him a controller pad, then restarted the video game he had been playing for two people instead of one. They were in the midst of kicking serious undead butt when Dom stood in front of the TV. Billy and Lij tried to see around his crotch, but there was no escape. They died.
"Now that you're done with that," Dom said smugly, "perhaps we can get something to eat!"
"And something to drink!" Elijah said.
"I know just the place!" Billy said. "McGinty's bar. It's just a few blocks from here, so we can walk."
The three guys exchanged a glance. “Sounds great!” they said in unison.
====
"This place is kind of creepy," Elijah said as they entered McGinty's. The bar had a medieval theme to it; swords, maces, and shields hung on the wall.
"Oh, Doodle," Dom chided. "It's lovely! And look at all these ghost stories!" Underneath the glass pane on every table was a paper with an old Scottish myth printed on it. Dom found one he liked and sat down. "Read this, Doodle!" he said. "It's fantastic."
"Old Aly comes in the night/ to whet her gruesome appetite/ with children asleep in bed/ the monster will devour their heads," Elijah, being the actor he was, over-dramatized every word, so that when he was finished, a shiver went through his two friends. "What does that say?" he pointed to another piece of paper, on which was printed strange runes.
Billy took a look at it. "It's an old Celtic language," he said. "It was extinct ages ago. He traced over the runes as he sounded out the letters (he had studied some of this in school once as part of a national pride chapter). When he was done, the lights dimmed eerily, then returned to normal.
"What's it mean?" Dom asked in an awed whisper.
Billy burst out laughing. "You know? I have no clue! I just remember the alphabet!"
Suddenly, an old man approached them. "What's the matter with you?" he demanded. "Can't you read??" He pointed to a large sign that read "no incantations of any kind" on it. "Those are dangerous spells ye be reading. No telling what kind of bad luck they'll bring!" With that, he went back behind the bar, but he always kept an eye on them.
After some food and a few rounds of libations, the guys were laughing uproariously and joking around. Billy swaggered back to the bar to get another round for his friends, when he made eye contact with a pretty blonde.
Billy's magic green eyes were sparkling as he returned to the booth. His eyebrows were raised, as they did when he was excited or amused, and it only enhanced the mischievous spark of the green below.
"I met a girl!" Billy announced, pleased with himself. He nodded as if to convince his pals that he was telling the truth.
"Ew," Elijah said, wrinkling up his delicate 10-yr-old-looking nose.
"Oh stuff it," Billy said, shoving a beer his way.
====
A few hours later, Billy said goodbye to his bonnie lass, and the guys had stumbled back to his flat for some shut-eye. However, they weren't ready for bed quite yet. Billy and Elijah again playing a video game on the couch. Dom came out of the bathroom in only his boxers and scratched his belly with a burp. Elijah erupted into giggles on the couch, drawing a steely glare from his English friend.
"Sh!" Billy nonchalantly boffed his friend with a pillow and went back to vanquishing evil.
"Fine!" Elijah stood up and strode indignantly into the room Billy had set up as a guest room. "I don't have to take this!" he called over his shoulder.
Dom shrugged and began to saunter over to where Billy was and had just picked up the controller, when Elijah emerged from his room, armed and dangerous. He fired with deadly aim, and his ammo found its targets. Billy fell over onto the couch and Dom staggered as the pillow hit his Weasel. Elijah took that moment to execute a running leap at Dom. At the last minute, the Englishman ducked, and Elijah fell to the floor hard and rolled, a tangle of arms and legs. Billy hurled his own pillow back at Elijah but missed, whacking Dom in the face.
And thus the great pillow fight was started, the feathers flying amidst the laughter.
====
The next morning started after noon. Billy was the second to wake up, and he found Elijah in his kitchen, making coffee. They murmured hellos, and Billy sat down with a doughnut.
"Check this out," Lij said. He thrust the Glasgow newspaper at Billy, who read the headline.
"Is this for real?" Billy asked.
Elijah looked over the top of his glasses at his friend. "I don't know. It's your newspaper! I just thought it was interesting, that's all."
"What's interesting?" Dom asked as he entered the kitchen. Ever perky, he wore his trademark smug grin under his tussled bed-head hair.
"Sometime last night a child was murdered. Decapitated," Billy said grimly, standing up to get some coffee.
Dom took his seat and read over Elijah's shoulder. "That's grisly," he said. "Who would do such a thing?"
"Old Aly," Elijah said. Dom cocked his head inquisitively, and Billy looked confused. "You remember that poem from last night? It was about a monster who ate children's heads."
"Oh, Doodle!" Dom gave his friend a noogie. "That's absurd!"
"Is it?" Elijah asked stubbornly. "The barkeep seemed kinda distraught that Billy recited that poem thing!"
"Old McGinty’s an old superstitious man," Billy said. "That's all. There was no curse, and there is no monster!"
"So, Billy," Elijah said to change the subject, "When are you going to see that girl of yours again?"
"I thought maybe we could all go out tonight and bring her along. There's a concert downtown that could be fun," Billy said.
The three guys grinned crazily at each other. "Sounds great!" they said in unison.
====
"So what I meant by 'sounds great,'" Elijah said miserably, "was that I'd love to go to a crappy concert in the wet and the cold.
"Shut up and have another beer," Billy said, passing him a cup. The three guys plus Billy's girl were huddled together trying to stay warm.
"You know, they're really not all that bad," Billy’s girl said optimistically. "I think it's just this crowd..." Billy gave her hand a squeeze and smiled. He felt kind of bad for dragging her along on such a bad date, but she seemed to forgive him.
A jag of lightning nearly struck the metal stage, causing everyone to jump. No-one was hurt, but the amps were all fried, so the band began packing things up with a "well fook thess!" to the crowd.
The four of them headed back to Billy's apartment on foot; there was no chance they could score a cab, given everyone in the crowd was trying to get one. A couple of drunken blokes ran into them, and Billy’s girl was separated from the group. By the time Billy, Dom, and Elijah had run off the drunks, she was nowhere to be found.
"That's odd," Billy frowned.
"Quite peculiar," Elijah agreed.
"Shall we...try to find her?" Dom asked.
Billy shrugged. "Sounds reasonable." With that, they began calling for his girl.
They were still wandering around the streets of Glasgow calling for her when a distraught woman ran right toward them. "My baby! My baby!" she screamed. "Something took my baby!" The panicked woman took hold of Elijah and shook him. "HELP ME FIND MY BABY!"
"Calm down, ma'am," Elijah said. "What happened?"
"That thing..." the woman panted, looking over her shoulder, "and my..." she looked down and pretended to cradle something in her arms. She grabbed Elijah by the lapels. "A monster ate my baby!" The woman fainted dead away, and the boys carried her over to a restaurant and asked a waiter to call an ambulance for her. Then they began their search for Billy’s girl anew.
"Guys," Elijah said as they strolled down an alleyway, "Do you think that whatever took that woman’s baby is related to that newspaper article we read this morning? Do you think it could be Old Aly?"
"I think that woman was a loon, Doodle," Dom said with a laugh. "I don't believe in..."
The three guys stopped and stared.
In front of them stood Billy’s girl, but her eyes glowed red, and her cheeks were unnaturally large and engorged. Her entire head seemed to have grown slightly, and her features were distorted and grotesque. She sized them up then opened her mouth in a part scream/part roar that showed the heads of two children inside.
The guys didn't wait any longer. As soon as she screamed, they ran. At first, they ran pell-mell with no destination in mind, but then Elijah had an idea. "Let's head for McGinty's!"
They got to the old bar, and were only mildly shocked to find it entirely empty save for Old McGinty himself, who didn't seemed surprised at all to see them. They each took a bar stool, except for Billy, who poured himself a scotch and listened as McGinty explained what was going on.
"That Celtic poem you read awakened the monster," he said. "And now she will haunt our streets again until you vanquish her!"
"I don't think so!" Dom said. "Have you seen that thing?!"
"Aye, when I was a wee lad," McGinty said. "But she can be defeated only by the ones who wakened her."
"Let Billy do it, then!" Elijah said.
"All you three had a part in it," McGinty replied. "All you three must have a part in her death!"
"We need weapons!" Billy decided in a moment of scotch-induced bravery.
At once, the three men stormed the arsenal in McGinty's basement. Billy and Dom both hefted broad swords and tested out their weight. They were a little heavier than the swords they had filmed Lord of the Rings with, but they would do. Elijah sneered and decided on guns.
"Are you sure that's wise?" Billy asked him.
"I used these in Try 17," he said confidently. "And that was really me shooting. I'll take care of this creature thing!"
"Actually, that might not be true," Dom said as he pulled his reading glasses off the tip of his nose and snapped a dusty book shut with his other hand. "Unless she's a werewolf and those are silver bullets, swords are the better bet. See, swords kill most monsters because of their ability to sever the central tagmental pathway." Dom began to draw a diagram of the weak spots of most monsters.
"Well shit," Elijah said glumly. He, too picked up a sword, and the three men walked out of McGinty's with one purpose: death.
====
Three hours later, they were frustrated and bored. No leads had turned up, and Glasgow was a pretty big city.
"What we need," Dom said as he sat down on a bench and idly rested his sword on his shoulder, "is bait."
"A diversion," Elijah nodded in agreement.
"But where could we find a child at this hour?" Billy asked himself. "Wait! I know!" Within another half-hour, the guys had kidnapped a newborn from a hospital and placed it on the bench. Then they hid themselves nearby and waited.
The babe, not happy to be rained on, began to wail loudly and incessantly, and it wasn't long before the three guys heard an answering roar. Old Aly was coming!
She tread softly through the streets, and like a chipmunk would stop every few yards to sniff the air. As she approached the bench, two dripping fangs grew longer and gleamed in the rain.
"Now!" Billy gave a shout and the three men ran for her, swords drawn.
Billy was the first to stab her in the belly, and she slapped at him, scratching him deeply in the shoulder with her razor-sharp claws. Elijah aimed for her heart, and the monster screamed in pain and fury, slapping at Billy again. Dom shoved Elijah out of the way, then swung his sword neck-high. Aly's roar was stopped short, and her head bounced off the sidewalk, then rolled to a stop in the gutter.
"Wow!" Dom said. "That was just like a video game!" He looked back at his friends. "Are we all alright?" Dom asked. Billy was bleeding but ok, and Elijah was just shaken. Dom picked up the baby, and the three guys returned it to the hospital and got Billy's cuts taken care of. They stumbled into his apartment just as the sun was coming up.
"I was just calling to see what you are up to!" Orli said.
Dom and Elijah crowded around Billy's phone as he began to tell Orli of their wild night, adding important details.
Orli was silent. "That's just freaky," he said. He lowered his voice. "You don't suppose you'd be willing to come see me for a bit," he said. "There have been some weird things going on. I think Johnny Depp is stalking me, but I don't think he is what he seems..."
The three guys exchanged a glance, feeling that monster-slaying was their new calling in life. "Sounds great!" they said in unison.
The. End.
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With the end of Buffy and Angel,
a new team of monster fighters comes forth to protect our streets.
::giggles::
Johnny Depp is an evil stalker.
::giggles::
How cool.
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Lol I have always thought this of her
like a chipmunk
She does look a bit like one doesn't she
Then Elijah, Dom, and Billy had the hottest, sexiest, horniest, most erotic orgy in the history of all mankind.
*stomps foot* I wanna read about that.
*giggles* loved it.
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Elijah Wood did the same, only he breathed in the satisfying taste of thick clove cigarette smoke instead of the smell of nature.
Very nicely done.
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