"I don't see why we can't just destroy them all! What's wrong with that plan?" A bulky blue figure slams his fists on a large table, the vibrations scattering a pile of papers.
"Oh, I don't know, everything?" A person in a glossy black wizards costume says from behind large book. They peek over the top of it, revealing the mouth that extends over most of their lower face. "We want them alive, remember? Or are you just too thick-headed to think of that?"
"Why you-"
"I can't leave you for five minutes without you going for each other's throats, can I?" A voice comments. The two figures turn towards a door to see a third. Her maroon cloak falls slightly off to the side as she leans against the doorframe. "Do I need to separate you again?"
"We should be fine, he just forgets that smashing stuff isn't always the answer." The wizard replies, lowering his book.
"Just so long as you remember what you're here for..." The woman replies, twisting around and heading back through the door. "And by the way, if either of you or your goons mess up, you know what happens."
The two at the table look at each other with a very serious expression.
"I think she's on her period."
"I heard that!" A small bolt of lightning strikes the table, setting some of the papers on fire and startling the two.
"Lets just get on with the plan."
"Agreed."
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Oneshots
RandomOneshots that I write when I'm bored, short stories that I write that I could never turn into a full story, drabbles and plot bunnies that don't have enough substance to turn into an actual story, etc.
