Wheeee! Tabasco Stars!
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onepieceyaoi100Title: Danger! Fire on the premises!
Topic: Crisis
Pairing: None, but if it were Sanji and Usopp, Usopp wouldn't be getting any for a loooonnggg time....
Warnings: Possibly quite revolting, I'm sorry, the bunnies wouldn't stop, what with their garden hoes and mini pitch forks...
Word Count: 297
A/N: Code references from wikipedia (hospital sections). I apologize for the blatant sanji abuse, but I couldn't resist. The situation can be interpreted as a crisis from the point of view of the victi- main character ^_^U
Spa-lish
The tiny spherical object exploded on the back of his head with a horrible wet noise. The red liquid from the U.F.O. dripped down the back of his neck and, with what he could have sworn was an evil cackle, slipped into the collar of his shirt and trailed down his spine halting just inches above his belt.
CODE BLACK!
He glanced about, trying not to make any sudden movements lest the tiny blob of liquid shifted and went into unauthorized territory. There was a perfectly shaped circular hole in the porthole in the galley. Obviously the entry point of the assailant. There was only one person who could possibly have done it. And it certainly wasn't Frankie.
No, the potent, tell-tale odour of Tabasco sauce revealed the culprit. He resisted the urge to twitch as the cold slithery wetness descended another two inches reaching his belt and dying the blue of his jeans an unflattering rouge. The majority was still in his hair, yet it to had now begun to descend along the trail it's predecessor had left.
CODE WHITE!!
He swallowed in trepidation as it neared his belt and gathered there, slowly accumulating until it felt as though it were going to reassume it's journey. He seriously needed to get that puddle away from it's intended target. Right then and there! He reached out slowly toward the dish-cloth, regretting going commando that morning.
CODE RED!!!
His eyes widened as he felt the dampness spread from his belt to his tailbone. With a quick swipe he leaned forward and grasped the dishcloth standing up straight to twist and attempt to staunch the flow that had suddenly invaded a now very sensitive area.
With an unholy scream he launched himself from the galley, howling at the top of his voice for Chopper...
Omake
Chopper passed the salve to Sanji with a very appropriate doctors expression. The cook maintained his calm demeanor, albeit twitching every time he had to sit down or someone mentioned being seated.
"Sanji?" The blue nosed reindeer queried quietly.
"Yes Chopper?"
"How'd it get...y'know..down there?"
"Ask Usopp." Came the smoldering reply.
___________________
Don't maim me with a rattle snake?
Topic: Crisis
Pairing: None, but if it were Sanji and Usopp, Usopp wouldn't be getting any for a loooonnggg time....
Warnings: Possibly quite revolting, I'm sorry, the bunnies wouldn't stop, what with their garden hoes and mini pitch forks...
Word Count: 297
A/N: Code references from wikipedia (hospital sections). I apologize for the blatant sanji abuse, but I couldn't resist. The situation can be interpreted as a crisis from the point of view of the victi- main character ^_^U
Spa-lish
The tiny spherical object exploded on the back of his head with a horrible wet noise. The red liquid from the U.F.O. dripped down the back of his neck and, with what he could have sworn was an evil cackle, slipped into the collar of his shirt and trailed down his spine halting just inches above his belt.
CODE BLACK!
He glanced about, trying not to make any sudden movements lest the tiny blob of liquid shifted and went into unauthorized territory. There was a perfectly shaped circular hole in the porthole in the galley. Obviously the entry point of the assailant. There was only one person who could possibly have done it. And it certainly wasn't Frankie.
No, the potent, tell-tale odour of Tabasco sauce revealed the culprit. He resisted the urge to twitch as the cold slithery wetness descended another two inches reaching his belt and dying the blue of his jeans an unflattering rouge. The majority was still in his hair, yet it to had now begun to descend along the trail it's predecessor had left.
CODE WHITE!!
He swallowed in trepidation as it neared his belt and gathered there, slowly accumulating until it felt as though it were going to reassume it's journey. He seriously needed to get that puddle away from it's intended target. Right then and there! He reached out slowly toward the dish-cloth, regretting going commando that morning.
CODE RED!!!
His eyes widened as he felt the dampness spread from his belt to his tailbone. With a quick swipe he leaned forward and grasped the dishcloth standing up straight to twist and attempt to staunch the flow that had suddenly invaded a now very sensitive area.
With an unholy scream he launched himself from the galley, howling at the top of his voice for Chopper...
Omake
Chopper passed the salve to Sanji with a very appropriate doctors expression. The cook maintained his calm demeanor, albeit twitching every time he had to sit down or someone mentioned being seated.
"Sanji?" The blue nosed reindeer queried quietly.
"Yes Chopper?"
"How'd it get...y'know..down there?"
"Ask Usopp." Came the smoldering reply.
___________________
Don't maim me with a rattle snake?
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Date: 2007-02-10 06:49 pm (UTC)Y'know, about those bunnies... I hear chocolate works wonders on them, makes them, y'know, friendly and *cough* amenable. I don't know myself, mine have always been much more partial to lettuce leaves and carrot sticks
and whipped cream... ...Maybe that explains it?...no subject
Date: 2007-02-10 07:01 pm (UTC)^__________\\\ *squiggle* I have also stuck a piccy up in Fried_grn_mikan
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Date: 2007-02-10 07:59 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-02-10 08:12 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-02-11 03:15 am (UTC)Sanji, on the other hand, said he and Mr Rolling Pin want to have a word with you.
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Date: 2007-02-11 09:38 pm (UTC)*thanks everything holy for being female and thus being safe from both Sanji and Mr. Rolling pin.*
It's okay Sanji, it sometimes happens to guys, it's nothing you can't talk about with chopper ^___^
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Date: 2007-02-12 03:07 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-02-12 03:08 pm (UTC)