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151 Drabble: When Do We Want It?
Title: When Do We Want It?
Author: Rebcake
Rating: PG
Word Count: 100
Prompt: 110 - Modly March Favorite Baddies (The Trio)
Characters: Andrew, Jonathan, Warren
Summary: The Evil Trio work on their mission statement.
Warren stood before the Big Board, waiting for Andrew to get his snacks lined up satisfactorily. He shuffled the dry erase marker from hand to hand.
“Alright, people, let’s focus. Goals first, then methods. Number one?”
“Riches,” stated Jonathan, firmly.
“Okay, good.” Warren wrote it down. “Two?”
“Control!” Andrew shouted.
“Control of what?” sniped Jonathan. “Your bladder?”
“That was just once, and you guys were doing the warm water trick!” objected Andrew.
“Control of what,” repeated Warren. “Good point. Expand.”
“Well, there’s the weather…” mused Andrew.
“Method,” dismissed Warren.
“Chicks?” tried Jonathan.
“Chicks,” agreed Warren.
Eyes narrowed, Andrew nodded.
“Chicks.”
Author: Rebcake
Rating: PG
Word Count: 100
Prompt: 110 - Modly March Favorite Baddies (The Trio)
Characters: Andrew, Jonathan, Warren
Summary: The Evil Trio work on their mission statement.
Warren stood before the Big Board, waiting for Andrew to get his snacks lined up satisfactorily. He shuffled the dry erase marker from hand to hand.
“Alright, people, let’s focus. Goals first, then methods. Number one?”
“Riches,” stated Jonathan, firmly.
“Okay, good.” Warren wrote it down. “Two?”
“Control!” Andrew shouted.
“Control of what?” sniped Jonathan. “Your bladder?”
“That was just once, and you guys were doing the warm water trick!” objected Andrew.
“Control of what,” repeated Warren. “Good point. Expand.”
“Well, there’s the weather…” mused Andrew.
“Method,” dismissed Warren.
“Chicks?” tried Jonathan.
“Chicks,” agreed Warren.
Eyes narrowed, Andrew nodded.
“Chicks.”