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skoosiepants) wrote2006-01-12 08:41 am
skoosiepants) wrote2006-01-12 08:41 am
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what SGA has done to my brain...
I'm writing about a furry octopus. That likes pens.
“I’m keeping this one,” Rodney snapped down at him.
“So do not poke him,” Radek advised, nodding, then went on in a slightly sheepish tone, “I lost three yesterday to same fate.”
Ernie waved his tentacles, tiny white sucker cups winking out from under the long black-brown fur. Garble, garble, chirrup, bleat.
“No, no,” Rodney shook off the loose grip, “this is mine. Mine. As in not yours. You,” he waved a hand towards Ernie’s corner, “go play with that squeaky ball Parrish gave you.”
“I’m keeping this one,” Rodney snapped down at him.
“So do not poke him,” Radek advised, nodding, then went on in a slightly sheepish tone, “I lost three yesterday to same fate.”
Ernie waved his tentacles, tiny white sucker cups winking out from under the long black-brown fur. Garble, garble, chirrup, bleat.
“No, no,” Rodney shook off the loose grip, “this is mine. Mine. As in not yours. You,” he waved a hand towards Ernie’s corner, “go play with that squeaky ball Parrish gave you.”
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Thanks hon!
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