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Mon, Jun. 7th, 2004, 01:20 am
scarletmaiden: Ha, ha, the plot bunnies are working!!!

Well, here's the first offering for this week. Hopefully something to start everyone else's brains a-thinking.

It's everyone's favorite character back for another adventure (Featuring two loveable... well, knowable, guys) Yes, it's:

Merrik paced back and forth across his office. There was a new threat in the city. It appeared that a new person was in town, and that this person was trying to usurp Merrik’s control. There had already been a few incidents – which, luckily, didn’t end well for the usurper.
However, even after all the failed attempts, the person wasn’t leaving. And it was the person’s persistence that worried Merrik the most.
“Merrik, you’re pacing.”
Merrik had forgotten that Grith was still in the room. He still managed to hide how surprised he was at Grith’s words.
“How observant of you, Grith.”
Grith paid no attention to Merrik’s words. “Are you still worried about him?”
“Worried? The guy has yet to pull off a successful plot! No, I’m not worried. I’m merely trying to figure out how to get rid of him. His interferences are starting to bore me.”
“What have you got in mind?”
“Get me the Henchmen.”

* * * * *

“Nah, ne, ne, ne, ne, ne, ne, nah, ne, ne, ne, ne, ne, ne, nah!”
Grith impassionately watched as the two men played air guitar and crashed into each other. What was Merrik thinking? “Is that a yes?”
“Damn straight, homes!” the skinny one with long blond hair said. “Me and my henchmen’s been waiting for this!”
The larger one nodded, while the blond continued speaking.
“We’s been waiting for the big M to call on us to wreak some havoc!”
“You both realize what Merrik’s asking you to do?”
“Yeah,” The blond replied, “We take them out Wolvie-berserk-style, and then go home and smoke a bowl!!”
Grith raised an eyebrow. “You what?”
The thin guy hit the big guy. “Dude here doesn’t understand what I said. What a nooch.” The big guy nodded.
Grith rolled his eyes at the two of them. If this was what Merrik really wanted, then they would have to do.
“Just don’t mess up the job,” he half-warned the henchmen as he walked away. His mind was beginning to ache with all this annoying language.

* * * * *

“Shouldn’t they be reporting back by now?” Grith asked – a little worried that the two guys had forgotten about the job and were still asleep.
“Don’t worry; they’ll be here soon enough.”
The door burst open and the blond guy stepped inside, followed – as usual – by the dark haired guy.
“All hail the son of Jarel! Snoogings!”
Merrik looked mildly amused at this. Grith was less impressed, however, and wondered if the big guy was mute, or had some kind of condition.
“How’d it go?” Merrik asked.
“Well, we was all ready and shit to go and bust some ass, but when we got to the location, there was only some chick hanging around.”
“A chick?” Merrik felt something click. No wonder the bastard had been so persistent – it was a female. “So what happened?”
“M, I started pouring on the charm, like making the bitch all fresh and stuff, and then Lunchbox starts gettin’ in on the act, and stealin’ my honey and shit. I think the big lug scared her off, ‘cause when I asked her if she wanted to grease my wheel, she said she had a prior engagement in Russia and took off.”
Merrik’s face held the smallest indication of a smile, then quickly went back to normal. “Then I take it that she has left?”
“We even followed her to the airport to see if she was gonna change her mind, but she boarded the plane and everything. Bitch was crazy…”
Merrik tossed a bag at the tall guy. “Thanks for your work. I’ll call you again if I need you.”
The big guy’s eyes widened, as the thin guy smiled.
“No problem, M. If you needs us, you know where to find us.”
“Right in front of the Quik Stop,” Merrik nodded.
The two men walked out of the room.
Grith turned to Merrik. “So the threat was really a woman?”
“And now she’s apparently in Russia – never to set foot around here again, I bet.”
Grith shook his head. The dumb fucks had actually come through.
“They also charge less then most others. Not to mention they add a bit of color to the work-day.”
“Color? If you want color, go buy a box of crayons…”
Merrik smiled at Grith’s jealousy. “Why, Grith; I already have three.”

Sun, Jun. 6th, 2004 09:42 pm (UTC)

I don't know whether to laugh or cry or simply let my head explode.

Good job! =^.^=