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Drabble III: Caught
by Scribe
"Somehow I never thought that a man who wore a spaghetti strainer as a hat would turn me on."
Nigel winced. The colander had just reminded him so forcibly of Joxer's helmet, and he'd been brandishing a spatula at his reflection in the polished door of a refrigerator when he heard the familiar voice. He turned, and Bug was standing at the end of the kitchenware aisle, staring at him. "What did you say?"
"I said I hope whoever buys that thing has the good sense to wash it before they use it."
Nigel smiled slowly. "Sure you did."
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