one day i was bored at work (a frequent occurrence),
so i did i little sketch of Bobby during my break I thought of two
funny lines to put with the sketch (well, i thought they were funny,
and, well, some people don't follow my sense of humor, heh heh) anyway,
somehow i worked a story out of it (my first ever!) so, here it is...it's
not long, 'bout 2 typed pages
(if you want to see the sketch that inspired my 'masterpiece' for
some reason, tell me, and i'll post it here too, 'k? k)
Disclaimer: All characters in this story
are property of Marvel Comics. I don't own anything. And I certainly
ain't gettin' paid.
Continuity: Place it wherever the heck you want, any time after
Beast turned himself blue and furry that is.
Classification: humor, I guess (my friend said it was funny...heh...heh
*cough*)
Rating: I dunno, it's basically general. Nothin' too nasty
in my story. Maybe PG would qualify....
Bobby sat down in the kitchen and sighed. And sighed again, louder.
"Man, I am BORED," he huffed, to no one in particular, as he was
completely alone in the room. "Hank's locked up is his stupid lab
again. Rich boy's off some place. Jean and Scott are...I don't even
want to know. And now I'm talking to my self. Great."
He sighed yet again.
Slouching in his chair, his eyes casually scanned the kitchen, coming
to rest on the box of toothpicks in front of him.
Inspiration struck.
Bobby grabbed the box, and made a dash for the living room.
BOOM!
Hank emerged from his lab; a strange smelling, multicolored gas cloud
followed him.
Hmm, Hank thought as he looked back into his lab, time for
a snack.
He sauntered off to the kitchen, leaving a foul and colorful trail
behind him.
"This should just about cover it," Hank mumbled, as he snatched the
remaining pizza from last night's dinner. "I must say, I have to appreciate
Bobby's selection for dinner last night, even if it is the only suggestion
he ever makes."
He added the pizza to the pile heaped on his plate, secretly thanking
that neither Jean nor Scott was around to scold his eating habits.
It was his stomach, if he decided to fill it with chemicals that only
he could pronounce, who where they to judge.
Besides, he though to himself as he looked down at his fur-covered
arms, it can't be any worse than some of the other things I have done
to myself.
Hank grinned and headed for the living room, his plate of carefully
balanced food obstructing most of his view.
Hank entered the living room, and proceeded to step in something
cold. Cold, and wet.
"Oh, my..."
He looked down, only to see a large pile of snow spread out across
the living room's floor. At it's center was Bobby, brows furrowed
in concentration, surrounded by half a dozen or so tiny snowmen.
"Robert?"
Bobby glanced up from is work to look at Hank, then resumed the delicate
placement of the snowball clutched in his hands.
"Robert, what..."
"They're my unholy army of the night." Bobby stated mater-of-factly,
as he placed a toothpick in the snowman's side.
"Uh huh..."
"I am their GOD. We shall conquer the world, and I shall rule it
with a cold, icy fist." As he said this Bobby iced up is hand, shaking
it in Hank's direction.
"Oh..."
Silence filled the room. Hank shifted uncomfortably on his feet.
"So...you're taking over the world?"
"Yep."
"With tiny snowmen?"
"Yep."
"Their arms are toothpicks."
"HEY, these toothpicks could take an EYE out!" Bobby fumed, pointing
at his tiny men. He stopped his work to glare up at Hank, with a frighteningly
sincere expression on his face. "Do you want to help me test their
effectiveness?"
Hank said nothing, and slowly backed out of the room, clutching his
stack of food close.
"Finally," Bobby huffed as Hank disappeared from view, "now, back
to work on Captain Frostilicus..."
THE END
...or is it?
yes,
yes it is
so there
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