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ladycallie) wrote2006-09-10 07:37 pm
ladycallie) wrote2006-09-10 07:37 pm
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Farscape microfic: Intergalactic Chex Mix
For the Weekly Microfic challenge at Terra Firma
Intergalactic Chex Mix
100 words
Rygel hummed happily to himself. He reached into the brightly colored dish secured in his lap and tossed a handful into his mouth, crunching loudly. He had had yet to find an Earth food that he didn’t like, but this crispy delight strongly reminded him of tisskem, a treat his third wife often made for his dining pleasure. What a pleasant surprise it was to find snacks in the refresher room. Grinning he gobbled down another handful of the little brown x’s and o’s.
“Sparky! What the hell are you doing? You’re not supposed to eat Friskies! That's cat food!”
100 words
Rygel hummed happily to himself. He reached into the brightly colored dish secured in his lap and tossed a handful into his mouth, crunching loudly. He had had yet to find an Earth food that he didn’t like, but this crispy delight strongly reminded him of tisskem, a treat his third wife often made for his dining pleasure. What a pleasant surprise it was to find snacks in the refresher room. Grinning he gobbled down another handful of the little brown x’s and o’s.
“Sparky! What the hell are you doing? You’re not supposed to eat Friskies! That's cat food!”
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That is PERFECT! I'm laughing and I'm at work...but I don't care!
Great little snippet...you captured Ryg perfectly!