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dunmurderin) wrote2007-08-22 04:12 pm
dunmurderin) wrote2007-08-22 04:12 pm
Fanfic -- Greedy Combaticons (Untitled)
Title: Greedy Combaticons
Originally Posted: May 15, 2006
Greedy Combaticons
Brawl’s hand hit the table with a smack that echoed around the commissary almost as loud as Swindle’s yelp of pain as Brawl grabbed his wrist and squeezed. A few heads turned, watching briefly as Swindle struggled futilely to free his hand from Brawl’s grip.
“I told you to keep your paws off my tray!” Brawl bellowed.
“I wasn’t doin’ anything!” Swindle yelled, still trying to jerk his arm loose. “I was just stretching out my arm!”
“Slag!” Brawl said, tightening his grip. “You were goin’ for my other cube. If you need t‘refuel, go up to th’ droid an’ get it yourself!”
Swindle sighed, looking imploringly at Brawl. “C’mon Brawl! You got plenty there! Just let me have one measly cube for now an’ I’ll pay you back when I get mine later, huh?”
For a moment, Brawl considered just crushing Swindle’s hand. It wouldn’t shut Swindle up but it would at least make listening to him more entertaining. “Swindle, you’re lyin’, you know how I know you’re lyin’?”
Swindle yelped even louder than he had when he’d been grabbed. “I’m not lying!” he said. “Brawl, c’mon! The vendor won’t give me anything until tomorrow ‘cause there’s something wrong with my code an’ you know I’m good for it! C’mon! We share quarters, how the slag am I gonna be able to avoid you?”
Brawl sighed; sometimes it was hard to believe that he was supposed to be the dumb one. “Swindle, your lips are moving, that’s how I know you’re lyin’,” he said, releasing Swindle‘s wrist. “I’m gonna give you until I count to three to get outta my sight before I bounce you off every wall in this place.”
“But Brawl!” Swindle protested.
“Three.”
Originally Posted: May 15, 2006
Brawl’s hand hit the table with a smack that echoed around the commissary almost as loud as Swindle’s yelp of pain as Brawl grabbed his wrist and squeezed. A few heads turned, watching briefly as Swindle struggled futilely to free his hand from Brawl’s grip.
“I told you to keep your paws off my tray!” Brawl bellowed.
“I wasn’t doin’ anything!” Swindle yelled, still trying to jerk his arm loose. “I was just stretching out my arm!”
“Slag!” Brawl said, tightening his grip. “You were goin’ for my other cube. If you need t‘refuel, go up to th’ droid an’ get it yourself!”
Swindle sighed, looking imploringly at Brawl. “C’mon Brawl! You got plenty there! Just let me have one measly cube for now an’ I’ll pay you back when I get mine later, huh?”
For a moment, Brawl considered just crushing Swindle’s hand. It wouldn’t shut Swindle up but it would at least make listening to him more entertaining. “Swindle, you’re lyin’, you know how I know you’re lyin’?”
Swindle yelped even louder than he had when he’d been grabbed. “I’m not lying!” he said. “Brawl, c’mon! The vendor won’t give me anything until tomorrow ‘cause there’s something wrong with my code an’ you know I’m good for it! C’mon! We share quarters, how the slag am I gonna be able to avoid you?”
Brawl sighed; sometimes it was hard to believe that he was supposed to be the dumb one. “Swindle, your lips are moving, that’s how I know you’re lyin’,” he said, releasing Swindle‘s wrist. “I’m gonna give you until I count to three to get outta my sight before I bounce you off every wall in this place.”
“But Brawl!” Swindle protested.
“Three.”