Alice Dryden (huskyteer) wrote,
Alice Dryden

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Oh elethe, elethe, why did you show me this?
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Here is an exciting story about the Men from U.N.C.L.E:

A Lethal Day To Slap

Napoleon stepped hungrily out into the smug sunshine, and admired Illya's ear. "Ah," he sighed, "That's a furry sight."

Illya climbed off the telephone and walked thoughtfully across the grass to greet his lover. Napoleon patted Illya on the knee and then tried to slap him sneakily, but without success.

"That's all right," Illya said. "We can try again later."

"I'm just not superb," said Napoleon. "Not as superb as the time we slapped at the Pentagon."

Illya nodded softly. "We were bald back in those days."

"Our buttocks were younger, and we had a lot more fun with them," Napoleon said. "Everything seems floppy and fishy when you're young."

"Of course," Illya said. "But now we're outlandish, we can still have fun. If we go about it warily."

"Warily?" Napoleon said . "But how?"

"With this," Illya said and held out a grotesque pen. "Just take that with some water and in half an hour, you'll be ready to slap."

Napoleon swallowed the pen at once and sure enough, in half an hour, they were able to slap warily. They slapped like a herd of zebra cantering across the veldt. Three times.

And then the neighbour told them to get off his lawn.
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