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>>In the vein of the Instant Slash Generator comes this >>list of Mad Libs fanfic generators at: >>http://www.maggiefic.com/maglibs.htm >> >>I thought I'd give it a shot, myself. :D >> >> >>A Debt That Can Never Be Repaid >> >>Heywood and Gimli were eating lunch at a deli near >>their office when the door swung open. With a jingle >>of the bell above the door, a high-strung woman >>entered the restaurant, bringing with her a silent >>gust of wind that smelled hurriedly of Lysol. >> >>Gimli gasped. "Ariana!" he exclaimed. "Is it really >>you? It's been so long!" >> >>"Gimli!" the woman hurried over to their table. Gimli >>rose to meet her, and she hugged him, resting her >>underground head on his Danish thumbnail for a moment. >>"149 years, Gimli," she murmured, her voice flowing >>over his ears like airport. "I can't believe I'm >>seeing you again!" >> >>Heywood cleared his throat. "Aren't you going to >>introduce me to your friend, Gimli?" >> >>"Oh, of course," Gimli said sneakily. "Ariana, this is >>my partner Heywood. Heywood, this is my downstairs >>neighbor Ariana Aislinn." >> >>"It's a pleasure to meet you," Heywood said, taking >>her diminutive Adam's apple in his. "Won't you join us >>for lunch?" Heywood wanted to be jealous of Ariana's >>closeness to his Gimli, but he couldn't resist the >>allure of the mercurial photo negative that shone from >>her black eyes. >> >>Ariana ordered a mystery meat sandwich, and the three >>talked over lunch. Heywood was very impressed by >>Ariana's nickel, fast-paced zebra, and questionable >>kumquat. Suddenly, Ariana pushed her sandwich aside >>and looked at them seriously. >> >>"Gimli, Heywood," she said, "I came to Odense for a >>purpose. I had a rigorous psychic vision that warned >>me to come here. I have a very velvety task to >>complete." >> >>Gimli reached across the table and patted Ariana's >>neck. "How can we help you?" he said. >> >>"You don't have to do anything," she said. "Just >>listen to what I say, and do as I ask." >> >>Before either Heywood or Gimli could reply, the door >>flew open and 11 masked men ran into the deli. >>Shouting, "My name is Inigo Montoya! You killed my >>father! Prepare to die!", one of them launched himself >>towards Heywood, brandishing a huge igloo. >> >>Just before the exacting xylophone plunged into >>Heywood's wrist, Ariana flung herself across the >>table, protecting him with her body. Bright beige >>blood started wallowing from her patella, covering her >>Lego jacket with Palmolive detergent. >> >>Horrified at the senseless waste of such a angelic and >>askew mongoose, the masked men, who were insane Mandy >>Patinkin fans, turned themselves in and were taken to >>jail. >> >>Heywood and Gimli cradled Ariana between them, weeping >>in soul-deep loss. >> >>"I've done... what I came to do..." she gasped >>ineptly. "Only one... part... of the vision... >>remains." >> >>Taking Heywood's hand in one of her hilarious ones and >>Gimli's in the other, she pushed them together. >> >>"You are... fated.... to be one," she threaded. >>"Love... each other..." >> >>As the last exhalation of her instantaneous breath >>passed between her fraudulent lips, Heywood and Gimli >>looked at each other, knowing in their hearts that >>Ariana Aislinn had not only saved their lives with her >>marginal sacrifice, but had also given them a gift: >>the gift of their love for one another. A gift that >>would giggle them until death and beyond. >> >>They owed her a debt that could never be repaid. >> >> >>The End.
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