Jan. 7th, 2007 02:33 pm
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“This is impossible.”
“You’re telling me. McKay? McKay? Anyone?” The radio didn’t seem to be working. “How about you lower that bow there so no one gets shot in the ass.”
“Is that something you’d like?” the other man asked, clearly bemused.
“No,” Sheppard replied, the deadpan tone thick in his voice. “Who are you anyway? And why don’t you have a gun?”
“A gun? Is that one of the Sheriff’s inventions?”
“Yeah, about that…”
“I am Robin Hood, formerly of Locksley, and I will not tolerate strangers in the forest. Either you tell the truth and we take a tenth of what you have or lie and we’ll take it all. Your choice.”
“Great. I’m getting robbed by Robin Hood. Just great…”
“I have to ask,” Robin did say, while his men were looting his pockets. “How is it possible to get your hair to do that? Witchcraft?”
Sheppard just sighed and didn’t say a word in turn. Better that than getting shot in the ass with an arrow.
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