Not mine. Never will be.
Unless, of course, I win the lottery and buy them
If I do, I'll let anyone who wants to play with them.
If they're nice.



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The Un-dead

a writing exercise by ShrinkingViolet
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"Benny... Benny..."

"Ray?  Is that you?"

"Come here, Fraser..."

"Yes, Ray?

"Come here!"

"Well, okay, Ray.  There's no need to be snippy."

"Oh, dear.  Ray, you're undead!"

"Yeah, so? You're going to be undead, too, before long."

"Well, I'm sure that's against regulations, Ray.  Besides, I'm going to have to drive this stake through your heart first.

"Ah!  Ray!  Stop it!  Don't bite me!  Ahh, help!"


"So, how are you feeling, Benny?"

"Like I don't have any blood left in my body, that's how I feel."

"Now who's being snippy?  Besides that."

"Well, dead... And hungry... hmmm..."

"Let's go get a snack."

"All right, what?"

"Not 'what', 'who'."

"Oh dear.  We don't have to kill anyone, do we?"

"Not necessarily... Hey, let's go visit the Dragon Lady."

"Ray, she's my superior officer.  I can't bite her, or anyone else for that matter."

"Why not?"

"Well, it wouldn't be very polite, now would it?"


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