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burntcopperWell, first, came back from dental hygienist, my every few months piece of masochism, and whilst I was wincing and going
'God, what did I do to my gums, I'm in even more pain from the water-needle than usual'
She actually notices for once. And asks 'On your period or due in a couple of days?' 'Er... Yes.' '
Your gums are fine, it's just that you're more sensitive due to your period.'
'In my *gums*?'
Let that be a warning to y'all.
And the WIP list
Edmund : I had a perfectly good sex life back in Narnia. I shall mope about this.
Author : I'm not seeing a plot here. And you're now about 12.
Edmund : So?
Author : There is this thing called 'plot' that is needed.
Clark : I crash-landed in Gotham. I'm Bruce Wayne's little brother.
Lex : You're a snobby little git but you don't brood nearly as much. Let me grope you.
Bruce : *glowers* Get your hands off my little brother.
Clark : And why is it you disapprove of me going superheroing but it's fine for you to dress up as a bat and take Dick along?
Author : Shut up. All of you. And give me a plot.
Dick : Want to go see King Arthur again? This place is a madhouse. It's not like you've written more than two lines anyway
Author : You're buying the chocolate.
Much : We've been sitting around as shepherds for two years after Robin number one died. Give us action!
Little John : We also need sex.
Author : You haven't noticed how much it reads like the first two pages of the novelisation, have you?
Little John : Well it's not like we can bloody *read*.
Random Soldier : Move along, serf.
Vince : I'm a priest.
Stuart : I like the dogcollar.
Hazel : Get your hands off him, Stuart Alan Jones, or you'll be singing castrato.
Author : *attempts to duck the cliche looming in the distance*
Lionel : I used Lex's DNA to help clone Clark. Here, boys, have a kid. My scientists call him Connor.
Lex and Clark : What the hell are we supposed to do with a kid?
Author : I don't know, I just work here.
Guinevere : I am married to Arthur and have taken on responsibility for this small blond child.
Bors : He needs a bath.
Lucan : Don't wanna bath!
'God, what did I do to my gums, I'm in even more pain from the water-needle than usual'
She actually notices for once. And asks 'On your period or due in a couple of days?' 'Er... Yes.' '
Your gums are fine, it's just that you're more sensitive due to your period.'
'In my *gums*?'
Let that be a warning to y'all.
And the WIP list
Edmund : I had a perfectly good sex life back in Narnia. I shall mope about this.
Author : I'm not seeing a plot here. And you're now about 12.
Edmund : So?
Author : There is this thing called 'plot' that is needed.
Clark : I crash-landed in Gotham. I'm Bruce Wayne's little brother.
Lex : You're a snobby little git but you don't brood nearly as much. Let me grope you.
Bruce : *glowers* Get your hands off my little brother.
Clark : And why is it you disapprove of me going superheroing but it's fine for you to dress up as a bat and take Dick along?
Author : Shut up. All of you. And give me a plot.
Dick : Want to go see King Arthur again? This place is a madhouse. It's not like you've written more than two lines anyway
Author : You're buying the chocolate.
Much : We've been sitting around as shepherds for two years after Robin number one died. Give us action!
Little John : We also need sex.
Author : You haven't noticed how much it reads like the first two pages of the novelisation, have you?
Little John : Well it's not like we can bloody *read*.
Random Soldier : Move along, serf.
Vince : I'm a priest.
Stuart : I like the dogcollar.
Hazel : Get your hands off him, Stuart Alan Jones, or you'll be singing castrato.
Author : *attempts to duck the cliche looming in the distance*
Lionel : I used Lex's DNA to help clone Clark. Here, boys, have a kid. My scientists call him Connor.
Lex and Clark : What the hell are we supposed to do with a kid?
Author : I don't know, I just work here.
Guinevere : I am married to Arthur and have taken on responsibility for this small blond child.
Bors : He needs a bath.
Lucan : Don't wanna bath!
