Drabble #5 - A Cylon, the Farmer's Market, and a Cat

[measured_words]

The odd request brought to you by balthcat. I think this will be my last for the night. Enjoy, you crazy wiki master! ^-^

The End is Nigh

The humans didn't know how good they had it. She watched them mill around the stalls outside, looking through fresh produce, snacking on a variety of ethnic foods from the vendors closer to St John Street. To her right, three small girls cooed over a box of kittens someone had dumped next to the stand of hippy clothing. Cute but pointless – her mission was inside the market building. Reaching the long line in front of Patel's, she waited. Maybe the humans didn't know what was coming, but *she* was going to be prepared.

"I want to buy all your samosas."

Comments

[balthcat.livejournal.com]

Those dastardly cylons!

[measured-words.livejournal.com]

That was fun, actually :D

[mousme.livejournal.com]

*dies*

Death! Instant death. Samosas. Hee!

[measured-words.livejournal.com]

Hey, Patels make some damned good samosas ^-^ A Cylon's gotta have priorities!

[longpig.livejournal.com]

I am trying not to laugh out loud at work!! :V

[measured-words.livejournal.com]

I win at making funny sense of Matthew crazies!