[fic: Disco] I apologise profusely.
Jun. 2nd, 2003 12:10 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
ickaimpGot patted on the head and told I was a good girl. *wags tail*
Okay, so I'm not a dog, but it does feel nice. ^___^
Anyway, we were pondering, and trying to figure out a way to make the Black Ops... well, fun. If we can dye Hakuba's undies tie-dyed, figure we can at least do that. (hopefully with pink plastic flamigos)
So then the idea that Gin and Vodka were actually Pinky and the Brain in human suits hit. Most of Pinky's chattering comes out as stotic grunts from Vodka due to a translation program and "Egads Brain!" translates to 'Aniki'.
And it makes sense in a way, it's a way to take over the world.
But we did that for Ghostbusters, the Brain was actually Egon...
Then this hit.
****
Conan stared with wide eyes at the tall silver haired man towering above him with a pistol aimed between his eyes. He was backed into a corner, both figuratively and literally, and he couldn't see a way out.
He swallowed nervously, the cold beads of sweat that trickled down his neck doing nothing to help ease his apprehension. The only thing blessing, if you could call it that, was the fact that Haibara and Ran would be safe.
Gin smirked, the cigarette clenched firmly between his teeth. "Say good-bye, pest."
"DO THE HUSTLE!"
The shout was off to the side of the building, but the effect was instantaneous.
"Doo-doo-doo..." Both Gin and his stalwart partner struck a pose, then began dancing, humming the tune they were dancing to. Glancing off to the side, he could see Ai frantically waving him over. Taking no chances, he scrambled to his feet and scurried over to where the blond scientist was hiding. She grabbed his hand, dragging him along as they ran for it.
"What the heck was that about?" He growled as soon as he felt they were safely out of earshot.
She shot him a dryly-amused look. "The real reason why they want me dead."
"They want you dead because of Disco?!" He hissed in disbelief.
Ai sniffed. "I'll have you know that the Black Ops is the 9-time Disco World Champions. They don't want me telling anyone the secret of the Electric Slide."
***
Think it has something to do with the older gentleman I rent from informing me that he and his wife learn how to do the Hustle on Sundays... o_O
Okay, so I'm not a dog, but it does feel nice. ^___^
Anyway, we were pondering, and trying to figure out a way to make the Black Ops... well, fun. If we can dye Hakuba's undies tie-dyed, figure we can at least do that. (hopefully with pink plastic flamigos)
So then the idea that Gin and Vodka were actually Pinky and the Brain in human suits hit. Most of Pinky's chattering comes out as stotic grunts from Vodka due to a translation program and "Egads Brain!" translates to 'Aniki'.
And it makes sense in a way, it's a way to take over the world.
But we did that for Ghostbusters, the Brain was actually Egon...
Then this hit.
****
Conan stared with wide eyes at the tall silver haired man towering above him with a pistol aimed between his eyes. He was backed into a corner, both figuratively and literally, and he couldn't see a way out.
He swallowed nervously, the cold beads of sweat that trickled down his neck doing nothing to help ease his apprehension. The only thing blessing, if you could call it that, was the fact that Haibara and Ran would be safe.
Gin smirked, the cigarette clenched firmly between his teeth. "Say good-bye, pest."
"DO THE HUSTLE!"
The shout was off to the side of the building, but the effect was instantaneous.
"Doo-doo-doo..." Both Gin and his stalwart partner struck a pose, then began dancing, humming the tune they were dancing to. Glancing off to the side, he could see Ai frantically waving him over. Taking no chances, he scrambled to his feet and scurried over to where the blond scientist was hiding. She grabbed his hand, dragging him along as they ran for it.
"What the heck was that about?" He growled as soon as he felt they were safely out of earshot.
She shot him a dryly-amused look. "The real reason why they want me dead."
"They want you dead because of Disco?!" He hissed in disbelief.
Ai sniffed. "I'll have you know that the Black Ops is the 9-time Disco World Champions. They don't want me telling anyone the secret of the Electric Slide."
***
Think it has something to do with the older gentleman I rent from informing me that he and his wife learn how to do the Hustle on Sundays... o_O
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Date: 2003-06-02 05:57 pm (UTC)I wish I knew the secret to the electric slide myself...
And thanks for the icon compliments. :)
- Frances Marie
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Date: 2003-06-02 07:29 pm (UTC)*twitches*
Hee hee hee
Date: 2003-06-03 09:22 am (UTC)I'm considering our day made. ^___^
-ICKA! the IMP