Authors' Note (Apollymi): Okay, I'm not too sure what we were on when this little idea came to us. Maybe it was the headaches we both had or maybe it was just that we had both seen
Van Helsing a few times too many and it now seemed appropriate to have a bit of fun with it. Either way, this happened. The first fic posted on
dragons_moon since 2007.
"I've invented a wonderful new snack food."
"...That you're merrily roasting over my dead girlfriend... after you doused her with the gasoline from the crossbow."
"Oh pish, she liked her brother better than you anyway."
"I'm told one has to like family."
"...Of course,
that would be it. Try one."
"Mmph. Sort of chewy -- and smoky."
"That would be your dead girlfriend."
"Thank you, Carl. This wasn't traumatizing enough."
"You're welcome."