[ Jack lifts his head a bit as he sees it, and suddenly the thought of sleep is fucking excellent. ] Can't have that. Am I allowed to make them do push ups?
[ hurgh, give him a second, hobbling up these things and using fiona's shoulder for stablity, thanks brosis. ] I made full grown men do worse, I can handle it.
[ once he makes it up half way, he glances back to fiona. ] Am I getting a bedtime story?
You threatening to fuck my little brother? You might wanna lay off the alien whiskey next time. [Dingus. If she was taking that more seriously, she'd likely have threatened to cut some important part of him into tiny pieces.]
[She helps him up, trying awkwardly to compensate for his weight while steadying them on the cold and occasionally slippery stairs. Again, experience is a great aid.] Once upon a time, there was an idiot who almost froze to death because he decided to fall asleep drunk in the snow. [And he wasn't even related to Fiona this time!]
Surprisingly enough, not every sentence I saw about men has to do with fucking them. [ Said as he leans a little too far back on the ladder to look at her with a gurl pls face. ] Major in the military. I made them clean my humvee with toothbrushes.
[ He also made one particularly douchey lieutenant that was really attached to the word 'faggot' wear a dress and heels for a week and repeat the words 'I like bows in my hair and I want to kiss all the boys' any time it was asked of him. That was satisfying. ] Bedtime stories are supposed to be non-fiction.
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[ once he makes it up half way, he glances back to fiona. ] Am I getting a bedtime story?
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[She helps him up, trying awkwardly to compensate for his weight while steadying them on the cold and occasionally slippery stairs. Again, experience is a great aid.] Once upon a time, there was an idiot who almost froze to death because he decided to fall asleep drunk in the snow. [And he wasn't even related to Fiona this time!]
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[ He also made one particularly douchey lieutenant that was really attached to the word 'faggot' wear a dress and heels for a week and repeat the words 'I like bows in my hair and I want to kiss all the boys' any time it was asked of him. That was satisfying. ] Bedtime stories are supposed to be non-fiction.
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[She continues pushing him up the ladder.] Maybe on your planet. Haven't you ever heard of fairy tales?