An Evening with Bunneh and Tora

[wordinista]

SCENE:  [BUNNEH and TORA-KUN are in the living room, armed with dinner (pizza) and watching The Simpsons]

FX: [an odd, electronic thumping noise comes from another room]  Buhduhduhduhduhduhduhduhduhduhduhduhduhduh!!

BUNNEH:  [Looks at TORA-KUN, confused.]

TORA-KUN:  [Looks at BUNNEH, equally confused.  Several moments pass in this fashion.  The noise eventually stops.]

Pause.

TORA-KUN (yelling):  Bronte!  Get your fat ass off the keyboard!

BRONTE:  [From office.]  Mew?

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[darkfrog24.livejournal.com]

She sleeps on the computer? You've got it easy. My own fat little piggy is purring busily on my left. I had to take her to the vet some weeks ago...


VET: It seems to be healing nicely.

ME: (to furry lardball) You hear that? It is good that you're not infected because you are destined to die in a crunchy squeak.

VET: ! ! !

ME: (to vet) For sleeping in front of the garbage truck.

VET: Oh.