Birthday! And a birthday ficlet
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osprey_archerI'm turning twenty today. Three cheers for me!
I would make you all cake, but alas, the culinary arts don't translate into cyberspace very well. I also considered a story, or rather a scene from a story, but I suspect cyberspace isn't ready for the transmission of my deathless genius yet.
So I can give you only good wishes and a link to a short story I found funny: The Attack of the Nazi Dustbunnies.
Also, for those of you who read Torchwood fic:
“I knew we shouldn’t have let Ianto do the baking,” said Owen.
Ianto, kneeling over the shattered remains of the chocolate mocha cake (filled with chocolate ganache and frosted with buttercream), did not reply.
“Do you think it’s dangerous?” whispered Gwen.
“Never mind the incredibly hot cake boy,” whispered Jack. “I’d be worried about the fact that he just gave Tosh a laser blaster.”
Tosh paused waltzing with the cake boy to incinerate Owen’s computer. Owen collapsed next to Ianto in an attitude of agony.
The cake chose that moment to extrude an incredibly hot cake girl, who accidentally broke Owen’s nose before joining the waltz with Tosh.
The cake girl extracted a life-size unicorn from her cleavage. Tosh and the magic love twins climbed on, Tosh cried “Hi-ho, Silver!”, and they vanished into a puff of sparkly blue smoke.
“Ianto,” said Jack. “You’re making my birthday cake, too.”
I would make you all cake, but alas, the culinary arts don't translate into cyberspace very well. I also considered a story, or rather a scene from a story, but I suspect cyberspace isn't ready for the transmission of my deathless genius yet.
So I can give you only good wishes and a link to a short story I found funny: The Attack of the Nazi Dustbunnies.
Also, for those of you who read Torchwood fic:
“I knew we shouldn’t have let Ianto do the baking,” said Owen.
Ianto, kneeling over the shattered remains of the chocolate mocha cake (filled with chocolate ganache and frosted with buttercream), did not reply.
“Do you think it’s dangerous?” whispered Gwen.
“Never mind the incredibly hot cake boy,” whispered Jack. “I’d be worried about the fact that he just gave Tosh a laser blaster.”
Tosh paused waltzing with the cake boy to incinerate Owen’s computer. Owen collapsed next to Ianto in an attitude of agony.
The cake chose that moment to extrude an incredibly hot cake girl, who accidentally broke Owen’s nose before joining the waltz with Tosh.
The cake girl extracted a life-size unicorn from her cleavage. Tosh and the magic love twins climbed on, Tosh cried “Hi-ho, Silver!”, and they vanished into a puff of sparkly blue smoke.
“Ianto,” said Jack. “You’re making my birthday cake, too.”
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Date: 2008-07-02 05:14 pm (UTC)(And thank you for the dust bunny story, it was fabulous.)