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November 1, 2006

David: Fracture? I Hardly Know Her!

It was a cold November night that found Dr. Leonard McCoy, Dr. Temperance Brennan, and the Grim Reaper shooting craps in a cemetery.

“Damn it!” cried Bones. “Snake eyes! I’m a doctor, not a gambler!”

Bones studied the facial structure of the animated skull. “Adult, age indeterminate. Probably male. Displays features inconsistent with any particular ethnic grouping. Possibly of mixed ancestry.”

“I HAVE NO ANCESTRY. I AM OLDER THAN TIME. I USED TO BABYSIT HIM.”

“I don’t know what that means,” Bones replied.

“IT IS YOUR TURN TO THROW THE BONES, BONES.”

The other two both reached for the dice.

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Comments

Blast you, David. My day's been too busy so far to write, but I was banking on the cheesy Trek reference.

Posted by: Keiran Halcyon at November 1, 2006 3:35 PM · Permalink

What, no mention of the cheesy Fox TV show or Discworld references?

Posted by: David at November 1, 2006 4:31 PM · Permalink

Yeah, I gave you silent props for the Pratchett nod. But I wasn't going to include Death in whatever my story was going to have been, so I had no beef with him.

Plus, I don't like all caps. Even when Death's using them.

Posted by: Keiran Halcyon at November 1, 2006 7:47 PM · Permalink

It's probably my advancing years talking but I'm never going to argue style with Death. Or anything else for that matter.

Posted by: Jim Parkinson at November 1, 2006 8:03 PM · Permalink