Fictionlet
“We’re no strangers to loooooo-ooove,” came Greg’s voice from down the hall.
“Good lord,” groaned Brigid into her coffee mug.
“You know the ruuuules, and so do I!”
Brigid buried her face in one hand, as if trying to rub the universe out of existence.
“A full commitment’s what I’m thinkin’ ooooofff … you won’t get this from any other guy…”
She glanced up with one bloodshot eye as Greg came swooping into the living room, carrying Ozymandias in both hands and spinning the cat in sweeping motions like a ballroom dancer.
“Never gonna give you up, never gonna let you down!” sang Greg. “Never gonna run around or desert you!” Ozymandias, for his part, simply dangled and regarded his surroundings with a kind of long-suffering apathy.
“Greg…” said Brigid.
“Never gonna make you cry, never gonna say goodbye! Never gonna tell a lie and hurt you!” Spin.
“Greg!” said Brigid.
Greg, looking annoyed, put Ozymandias down on the arm of the couch. “What!” he said. Ozymandias quickly vanished under a handy piece of furniture.
“This is sad,” Brigid said. “You just Rickrolled the cat.”
Greg’s eyebrows furrowed. “Rickrolled? What does that mean?”
Brigid squeezed her eyes shut again. It needed but this.
-The Gneech
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