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And now for something completely different: a story about healing cock, originally written to Lurrel in gchat in the dead of the night.





Yusuf can prescribe some.

"It's made of genuine Alsatian cock! Try it!"

Eames is like, "...this tastes awful."

Arthur thinks it smells like sage and sprinkles it on his salad.

Eames runs into the bathroom to throw up, Arthur follows and strokes back his hair, castigates him a bit, and gets him some water and OH HEY MAYBE IT WORKED AFTER ALL

And Yusuf brushes the dirt from his shoulders and swaggers into the sunset with his cats.


~fin~




Oh hey, I'm supposed to be presenting my portfolio in a few hours. PERHAPS I SHOULD FOCUS ON THAT.