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The characters of Connor MacLeod and Duncan MacLeod belong to DPP. This fan fiction is for entertainment only; there is no profit involved.
k'lynn -- Sun Jan 6 2002 Roeses R rehd MacLeods whear blu dunkie dyd stryp... Connie too? k�lynn again� juss prakissing 4 valumtyns day�. roeses R read lilocks r perpul me luv maclouds dere juss so slerpul MacNairCDC Slurpul? That's a ... that's almost like ... one of my insane inventions in the mortal language! Oooo, k'lynn, you rock, girl! ConnorM: "Hey! Have you been in the closet lately?" DuncanM, innocent expression: "ME? Why, no." ConnorM, squinting up at him: "k'lynn's talking about us being slerpul." DuncanM, slightly exasperatedly: "And what's so surprising about that? She always thinks that!" ConnorM: "Because she hasn't been 'slerping' with ME lately!" DuncanM, rolling his eyes: "That's because you always let the jello SET too hard before you go in there! k'lynn likes it fluid enough to get through a straw, you dolt! Don't wait so long next time!" [pause] ConnorM: "We need bigger straws!" MacNairCDC Tap, tap, tap. k'lynn perked at the odd sound at her door and knelt to listen better. "Woo knok so low?" she asked the crack beneath the door that let one horizontal bar of light from without, within. "It's Connor. The door is unlocked, lil' spook, so let me in." He sounded either very preoccupied, frowning while he talked, or holding someone at bay on the other side of the door. "Knok down here, Connie?" seriously announced the CDC Spectre. "U shrink?" "I�m tapping it with one foot, now open the door, open the door!" He sounded more urgent. She opened the door, prepared for nothing -- which automatically meant that anything could happen and she would manage it just fine. (It was when she prepared for something that everything got chaotic, after all!) Connor MacLeod, balancing three bowls in his arms and sliding one with a foot along the floor, made it across the threshold. "Ello? Jello? What a fellow!" exclaimed the sprite -- and she pounced on the bowl on the floor. (Too many witty ditties lately.) "Whoa! WHOA!" called the Highlander, nearly fumbling the three in his arms. I should have known that she wouldn't think to take one of THESE. Nooooooo, she has to dive for my ankles for the ONE bowl that I'm not in the process of dropping!" "Qik! Qik, Connie, U hav straw? Qik!" she demanded ... and then she was patting up his pantlegs in search. This would ordinarily please the 484 rogue to no end, but he still had three bowls of unset jello in his arms and her fingers were cold and her search was ... thorough. As if I could get a straw in my pockets anyway? he thought frantically, juggling bowls. The little imp! "The drawer! Look in your purple drawer!" he hissed frantically. "I put a bunch in there yesterday! You didn't build something with ALL of them, did you?" There was red in his orange jello. If he didn't get those investigative hands off him, there was going to be tricolors somewhere! "Draw'r?" k'lynn darted away and Connor slid all three bowls onto her corner table with a sigh of relief. "Find it!" she proclaimed proudly, waving one stripy straw about. Connor decided that if it were a sword, he would have been decapitated! "Did you get me one?" k'lynn looked sideways at him. (No, not that way, the other way ::: with head turned sideways, which is the only correct way to view Connor MacLeod when he's in k'lynn's closet.) "Shair?" "Share a straw?" "One sip, two sip, red sip, blu sip!" "I didn't do blue this time. Orange, red, green and yellow today." Connor made a mental note to lay off the Dr. Suess books when he read to her. "No blu?" She sounded crestfallen. "Sorry, sweet sprite. No blue at the store this time." He patted her on top of the head and his hand came away coated with glitter dust. "And we'd better hurry or we won't be able to slerpul this stuff!" Slurrp Pause. Slurrp Pause. Move to another bowl. Slurrp Pause. Slurrp "U gud at this, Connie! No backwash the col'rs!" she announced, inspecting the bowl they had switched to. "Dunkie need practice." "Not with ME, he doesn't!" returned Connor. "You get him practiced up!" Slurrp Slurrp Slurrp Slurrp MacNair
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