Disclaimers: BeastMaster characters and concept are property of their creators. No copyright infringement intended. Original story is property of the author.
Rating: G; Humor.
Author's Note: This is another of those times that even I don't want to know how it started. No plot, just being silly. Extremely, ridiculously silly, really. Oh well. Makes a nice break from the angst, at least. <g>
"Diversions"
© 2000, Grace Macy
"What the world needs now
Is love, sweet love . . ."
The Ancient One frowned and briefly lowered the Sunday Edition of The Nether-Realm Times. And just when he was getting to his favorite part: the crossword puzzle. He made a small motion.
"That's the only thing
That there's just too---- ARRRRGH!!!"
The short scream was followed by something that sounded suspiciously like an anvil hitting someone on the head. After a moment of audible consternation on the magical airwaves, the interdimensional radio started up again. This time, the music held an electric guitar, drums, and a voice that growled (a bit warily), "The world is a vampire . . . sent to drain . . ."
The Ancient One leaned back in his chair with a satisfied smirk, a slight remaining tingle of magic at his fingertips as he nodded. "That's better," he said agreeably.
The radio sounded relieved. The Ancient One hummed along to the tune under his breath, and firmly ignored the irritated soprano muttering in the background of the current music. Anvils were such handy implements, really. He'd have to remember to thank that cartoonist sometime . . . . .