Ah,
nothing like makin' bacon on the beach. *flips the bacon on the
frying pan**Old Orchard Beach, southeast of Mt. Katahdin*
Ah,
nothing like makin' bacon on the beach. *flips the bacon on the
frying pan*
Mmmmmm...
bacon.
You
know something?
What's
that Orak?
This
would be a helluva lot better if it were summer here. Brrr, I'm
cold.
Then
why are we here? And why am I dressed in a sleeveless shirt?
Because
you complained of the dress too much. That's why.
Well,
I guess I can't complain. When's the bacon gonna be done?
Soon.
It's shriveling up and burning as I speak.
That's
the good kind. Burnt. Though, if I was in my dragon mode, we'd be
eating it by now.
Yeah,
but we want it just crispy, not flame kissed.
What's
wrong with my flame kiss? *winks*
*grins*
Nothing's wrong with that. ^_~
*smiles,
but stops* Uh. Orak. Do you hear a whistling?
*smiles*
Damn bacon.
I
don't think it's the bacon.
Well
it ain't me.
*looks
up* Orak! Look out!
*looks
up* What?
*a falling bowling ball smacks Orak on top of the head*
*falls
to the ground* ... ow...
Orak,
you ok?
*sits
up, dazed* Did somebody get the license plate number of that car?
*falls*
*from
the Air Castle* Sorry about that Orak!
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