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open_on_sunday prompt: "Left over(s)". One somewhat mean-spirited serves-him-right thingy, one incredibly dumb pun.

Where Do Broken Hearts Go (*)

Parker ordered another beer. His face still hurt from yesterday's encounter with Riley, and the shiner hardly helped him pick up a girl to restore his self-image. But as a beautiful blonde with teary eyes sat down next to him, he cleared his throat and became Sensitive Guy.

"Excuse me, but I can't help but notice that you've been hurt. As you can see, I can relate. If you want to talk–"

She looked up, sobbing. "Can we skip it and just, like, go someplace private?"

Score! "A lady's request is my command. By the way, I'm Parker."

"Harmony."


(I guess that one makes up for the nice fic I wrote about Parker and the nice vid I made where he and Buffy get to live happily ever after.)



Because It's Right (*)

*kchhhhh*

The walkie-talkie crackled. "Right, so where is it?"

"Where is it, over."

"Better check your locator thingamabob, Andrew. There ain't a single *kchhhhh* demon above me."

"Spike, you have to say 'over' when you're done talking. Over."

"Fine. Where's the nest, over."

"You should see two doors. The demon eggs are in the *kchhhhh* ...hundreds of adult demons in the other. Over."

"Say what?"

"You *kchhhhh* say 'Didn't copy, over.' Over."

"Didn't copy. OVER. Right?"

"Right. Over."

"Right then... bloody HELL!" Spike ran for his life. "Wrong room, ya little *kchhhhh*..."

"Don't blame me! I said the left! Over!"