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fic post: The Bellman's Map (Hot Fuzz) - Thanks, ants.
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fic post: The Bellman's Map (Hot Fuzz)
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From: wolfy_writing Date: November 20th, 2007 10:38 pm (UTC) (linkage)
Wainwright silenced him with a look. "This is something I have to do." He started up the stairs.

"...okay." Far be it from Angel to interfere with someone else's action hero moment.

Andy Cartwright followed, putting his mask on once more. "He can't help it. The poor, stupid wanker likes Hemingway."

"You're going, too?"

Cartwright's expression became fierce. Well, as near as Angel could tell. "He's a poor, stupid wanker, but he's still my partner." He charged up the stairs, cricket bat at the ready.


There's about a million reasons why I love this scene.

(If you have not seen Constable Butterman dressed in zebra-striped flannel jim-jams, you have not lived.)

You draw, right? Because this desperately needs to be illustrated.

Nicholas being mad!

Mr Thwacks!

"Tofu's not bad," Nicholas conceded. Tofu had a comforting, blocky quality, like edible Lego.

Okay, I like tofu, and that's so Nicholas.

Is it weird that I like seitan as well? At least with barbecue sauce?

"That's assaulting an officer."

"I prefer to think of it as exercising discipline."

"Phwoar. The jokes just write themselves."


Ahem.

Danny Butterman: Squirrel Whisperer!

Poor Tony!

"Poor little bloke. Didn't mean no harm. Just wanted to be left alone with his nuts."

This is so many layers of awesome that I could devote a lifetime to cataloging it and never reach the end.
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