Confrontation (Random mini-fic)
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candylandTitle: Confrontation
Word Count: 238
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: No ownie the series.
Other stuff: For my dear friend![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
jewelsybear1017 for the drabble request meme--she doesn't know the series, but she does know the many running jokes about it, and has joined the quest to continue the Joke That Will Not DIE.
Teaser: Don't mess with Gin. Just...don't. Really. He has a secret weapon...
Gin stared in shock. He couldn’t believe it.
Several meters away, his handgun clattered to the pavement. It skidded a few more inches, than came to rest. His handgun—his weapon of choice, his constant companion, his partner in his Quest for All Evil—had been knocked from his hand by a single shot from an FBI agent.
Granted, he’d been searching for this particular agent—with intent to kill, of course. But he had definitely not been expecting said agent to be such a crack-shot. And now Gin found himself on the business end of a very steady gun.
“It’s over, you monster,” the agent said, grinning. “You’re done.”
Gin swallowed hard…and smirked. “That’s what you think.”
The FBI agent had no time to react before he was suddenly engulfed in a tight cocoon of something gold; it shot out of nowhere and wrapped around him with unimaginable speed. In seconds, the offending agent had vanished from sight.
Still grinning evilly to himself, Gin waited patiently until his hair finished devouring the hapless man, and retracted back into his head until it was back at its appropriate length. Evil length.
As he turned away from the site of the agent’s death with the intent of picking up his Handgun of Evil, going back to his Evil Car and getting the hell out of there, a tiny belch was heard coming from beneath his black hat.
Of evil.
PS. Becausemsbbt and I hold that Gin's hair is alive. Don't ask me why I'm so stuck on Gin's Blonde Hair of Evil, but I am. And the joke won't die. I blame Kat. Thanks for reading, everyone. Much love!
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manycases1truth.
Word Count: 238
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: No ownie the series.
Other stuff: For my dear friend
jewelsybear1017 for the drabble request meme--she doesn't know the series, but she does know the many running jokes about it, and has joined the quest to continue the Joke That Will Not DIE.Teaser: Don't mess with Gin. Just...don't. Really. He has a secret weapon...
Gin stared in shock. He couldn’t believe it.
Several meters away, his handgun clattered to the pavement. It skidded a few more inches, than came to rest. His handgun—his weapon of choice, his constant companion, his partner in his Quest for All Evil—had been knocked from his hand by a single shot from an FBI agent.
Granted, he’d been searching for this particular agent—with intent to kill, of course. But he had definitely not been expecting said agent to be such a crack-shot. And now Gin found himself on the business end of a very steady gun.
“It’s over, you monster,” the agent said, grinning. “You’re done.”
Gin swallowed hard…and smirked. “That’s what you think.”
The FBI agent had no time to react before he was suddenly engulfed in a tight cocoon of something gold; it shot out of nowhere and wrapped around him with unimaginable speed. In seconds, the offending agent had vanished from sight.
Still grinning evilly to himself, Gin waited patiently until his hair finished devouring the hapless man, and retracted back into his head until it was back at its appropriate length. Evil length.
As he turned away from the site of the agent’s death with the intent of picking up his Handgun of Evil, going back to his Evil Car and getting the hell out of there, a tiny belch was heard coming from beneath his black hat.
Of evil.
PS. Because
msbbt and I hold that Gin's hair is alive. Don't ask me why I'm so stuck on Gin's Blonde Hair of Evil, but I am. And the joke won't die. I blame Kat. Thanks for reading, everyone. Much love!Cross-posted to
manycases1truth.
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Of evil...
Date: 2006-05-21 07:54 am (UTC)Re: Of evil...
Date: 2006-05-31 11:17 am (UTC)*heaps you with icon-love*
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Date: 2006-05-21 08:39 am (UTC)This image won't leave my head EVER.
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Date: 2006-05-31 11:43 am (UTC)Never mind that Kat and I are convinced that his hair is the boss of the Black Org...(no subject)
Date: 2006-05-22 08:07 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2006-05-31 11:44 am (UTC)...that conversation was so dirty. We've done worse, but I think that one broke more brains than any other one ♥