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Disclaimers: They're not mine, I don't make money from them, I just borrow them from time to time.
<groan>
"Oh,
man."
<sigh>
"Why
do I do this to myself?!"
The
Sentinel of the Great City sat on the couch, listening more to the complaints
coming from his roommate and partner’s room, than the game he was desperately
trying to watch on TV.
<rustle>
"Gotta
have one more..."
That's
it, Jim thought as he stood up. He
was going to have to save the guide from himself.
Moving
over to the younger man's bedroom, he pushed his way in without even knocking.
His roommate looked at him from the bed where he was sitting propped up
reading a book. A book that happened to be upside down.
"Hand
them over, Sandburg."
"Urp!!
Jim! What are you talking about?" Blair replied innocently, and uselessly
as the Sentinel pinned him with a hard look.
"Give
it up, Chief. I can smell them behind
you're back. Now, hand them over
and you won't get hurt."
With
a few muttered complaints, Blair reached behind his pillow and pulled out several
yellow boxes. "Now, Jim, don't
do anything you're going to regret."
Taking
the boxes from the younger man, Jim put them under his arm and turned to leave.
"Don't worry Blair, I won’t do anything that you wouldn't do."
With
a wink the older man left the room, shutting the door to his suspicion roommate.
Moving
back into the living room, Jim sat back down on the couch with his confiscated
merchandise.
With
a viscous grin for the confections that were staring up at him the Sentinel tore
into the box. Stuffing his mouth full, he ignored the wailing cry from his friend's
room.
"Jim.
You better not be eating my Peeps!! JIMMM!!"
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