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measured_words) wrote2006-04-24 11:52 pm
measured_words) wrote2006-04-24 11:52 pm
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Drabble #5 - A Cylon, the Farmer's Market, and a Cat
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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."
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."
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Death! Instant death. Samosas. Hee!
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