A conversation with Leggywillow and RinjiRenee resulted in this ficlet by me.
“The paper warmed beneath Quinn’s hand much as the words warmed him. - Regulation 201: All garbage must not be released into space near imperial destroyers - Garbage was not what shot out of his imperial destroyer that day.”
- Nea: i bet it's really big
- Nea: like
- Leggy: lol huge balls
- Tasmen: lolololol
- Nea: you know those assholes who hang bull testicles from their trucks
- Nea: that big
- Leggy: ajlksfdfskld
- Rinji: lol
- Nea: oh god i choked myself with water
- Nea: i need to stop making jokes and trying to drink things
- Leggy: there is really nothing like seeing a big set of balls to know that the day is saying "fuck you"
- Nea: lol
- Tasmen: A new fringe industry in Ferelden... The Howian Cart Balls... No one will steal from you when they see you have a set of these hanging from your rear
- Leggy: oh my god