"Alright you seem, fine Grif."
"Uh, thanks Price." Grif shakes a little
"Shake it off, you big orange baby, what happened to you?"
"He's been chasing the dragon."
"Donut, shut up, he was drugged just like us."
"That's what I'm saying! He fell off the wagon, and shook hands with the Devil!"
"Donut stop!"
"Shut up!" Simmons shouts at the same time
"He's been ridin' the wave, and trippin' the technicolor dreamscape. Far out, man. Druggie loser."
"Donut sweetie I mean this in nicest way possible please shut the fuck up before I hurt you."
"Will you stop, Donut? All you're doing with your stupid anti-drug lingo is making me actually want to try drugs."
"Choose life, guys. Choose it."
"Yeah, that sounds like fun." Simmons and I say
"Who knocked you out, Grif? Was it those dirty Blues?"
"No, some kind of bat-person."
"Bat-person!?"
"Sarge, I'm not sure Grif knows what he's talkin' about."
"You don't know that." I try to point out
"Grif doesn't know what he's talkin' about, eh? Stop the fuckin' presses."
"No. I mean specifically right now. Whatever chemical they used to knock us out may be affecting his perception or his memory."
"And it could cause undue stress to his family, and seriously impair his ability to operate a me-"
"SHUT UP DONUT!" Simmons and I shout
"I wasn't hallucinating. There was some kinda crazy bat thing, and another guy, and they were talkin' about a kid. And a sword. Some kinda deal they made."
Hey, Price do you think they mean your brother and junior?
Maybe
"Hokay wait, is this a joke? This is a prank on me, right? You guys found my Harry Potter fan fiction."
"This has nothing to do with you, Donut."
"Hokay, right, sure. Well if the bat person turns out to be a sailor, and the guy turns out to be a bartender, and the sword turns out- well, let's just say this all sounds a little too familiar."
"How does that have anything to do with Harry Potter Donut."
"Look I'm telling the truth! This really happened."
"Sure, we believe you buddy! Note to Simmons, Grif has gone mad. Need to kill him ASAP."
"I'm not crazy!"
"I truly believe you Grif." I pat his back
"Second note to Simmons, Grif has developed super hearing. Possibly acquired from the bat people! Post-note: original plan still applies."
"We can all hear you Sarge."
"Wait a second- I can prove I'm not crazy, 'cause of the bomb, the bomb!"
"Yeah, that's a good way to prove you aren't insane. Just start screaming "the bomb, the bomb."
"The bomb was there! That's how I could understand what was being said. They needed him to translate."
"Andy?"
"The bomb? You mean that loud-mouth guy?"
"Yeah, the enormous ball that's always ready to explode."
"Hokay seriously, there's coincidence, and then there's outright plagiarism. I'm gonna have to sue somebody."
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The New "Guy"? (RvB Fanfiction)
FanfictionAfter Grif was hurt by the blues tank, the reds called a medic to help him. But to their surprise the new guy isn't a guy but a girl. What will they do now? Underline words are price's thoughts and underlined and bolded are of a character to be nam...
