Ooooooohhhh! Halloween Tank Treat!
she had ice in her veins.
So, *that's* where the Ice Queen comes from!
Come on, Lois, I know you like to party once in a while.”
/imagines Jimmy imagining Lois in a painted on, open back halter top and a belt shirt dancing off in a halflit disco before taking one or two strangers home.
“Once in a while? Jimmy, I like to party as much as the next gal,
And on second read, of course. And not just because it's necessary for a happy ending! It is a *Tank* fic, so the joke *must* be on Jimmy! And wouldn't it be fun, if they paid the LL copy from Madame Ex to sleep with Jimmy and then have Lois tell him she's pregnant with his love child?
Lois’ scream brought Jimmy’s attention back to the monitor screen. “Lois!” He jumped up from his seat and bolted out the door.
/pops popcorn, just about now.
Lois was slumped in the chair, her head resting on her blood covered forearms which ended in jagged stumps. Blood pooled deeply on the table top. His gaze shifted to the ubiquitous Mr. Smith. He was covered with blood splatters; a satisfied grin on his face.
Good props. Right? Right?
“Lois, please don’t die. I’m so sorry. If you live I’ll spend my life making this up to you. I’ll be your servant forever.”
Uuuuuuuuuhhhhhh
I can just hear it and see it, Lois peeking up at him through one open eye.
“…and then she opened her eyes and said, ‘Boo!’, I thought I was going to pee my pants.”
Only thought? Nooooo!
Jimmy pointed at Lois’ head. “I hope you’re not too angry about the lock of hair that guy cut. Was that part of the plan?”
/Expects Lois to pull off a wig. Despite this being a Tank fic and all.
Lois cocked her brow. “Who says I’ve forgiven you? If I remember correctly, if I lived, you promised to be my servant… forever.”
Uuuuuuh, boy. So, now she and C.K. and get on to making little ones, since they have a free babysitter for life?
She reached over and patted him on the cheek. “I’m alive, and I need my jeep washed this afternoon.”
“Lois?”
“I’ll let you know when I come up with some more tasks for you.”
It's a gift that gives on giving. Hope Perry don't mind his slave getting misappropriated.
Originally posted by VirginiaR:
I really thought Jimmy had gotten Lois's hands cut off and I thought, 'what kind of fic IS this?' Whew! Thank you for not ending it that way.
/whispers/ It's what we call a Tank ending around these parts.
Thanks for the great fun, Tank!
Michael
