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Tribute to the Brigade Leader
[Rating: General
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Length: Short ···
Genre: Mourning
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Word count: 226···
Completed: Yes]
Sadly, in a darkened room, a small mourning girl turns
on Adegio for Strings OP 11a and sits very still. Sniffling
quietly, she turns off the television sound and watches
in slow motion the devastating fall of one of the most
wonderful villainous-nice-man-but-not-type-person get
shot in the back. Millions of likeminded idiots do the
same, and raising their fandom ravaged geeky voices to
the sky they intone as 1.59156 :
“Shot in the back by his own subordinate,
Denied the finer death of being consumed by lava the next
minute,
Held back from fulfilling his duty and shooting that damn
time lord,
Disobeyed by every scientist that walked this doomed Earth,
Despite very nice pants and a nicer bottom and spiffy
gun,
He is ignored until he has to shout and rant a lot,
And then is blamed for the shouting and ranting by that
damn time lord,
Who barges in and steals everyone’s respect without need,
Because the stupid bugger will just abandon them all anyway,
And let the world be consumed to save his own probably
fictitious one,
That has a Brigadier who isn’t half as mean and can’t
shout as loudly.
A-man…I mean Amen. Well, he was a man…Bollocks, forget
that, just cry a bit!”
And thus tis the end for Brigade Leader Alistair Gordon
Lethbridge Stewart, until someone rewinds the video.
*sniffle*
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