Arthur Conan Doyle: a Drabble

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An extremely stupid drabble on the "3 men walked into a bar" theme. AtS Season 1.

Arthur Conan Doyle

Three men walked into a bar; an American, a Cimmerian, and an Irishman.

“I used to be the richest man in the State,” one mumbled. “But my family took all my money just because I kept a happy buzz on all the time and wanted to marry a poor girl.”

“I trod the jewelled thrones of the world beneath my sandaled feet,” the massively muscled second man boomed mournfully. “I crushed my enemies and heard the lamentations of their women. But then my beloved Valeria died.”

“Huh!” said the Irishman. “Think you’ve got worries? I have to work with Angel.”

Comments

[elisi]

Oh, how wonderful. Thank you! :)

[bogwitch.livejournal.com]

Tee hee.

[sharelle.livejournal.com]

Bwaahaahaa!

[makd.livejournal.com]

Giggling.

[pfeifferpack.livejournal.com]

And Doyle wins by a mile! Very clever boy you are.

Kathleen

[kantayra.livejournal.com]

Heeee! Alas, poor Doyle. :P

[rahirah]

You, sir, are an evil genius.

i figured it out

[legendarytobes.livejournal.com]

Hehe.

One of those too young too really remember Arthur or Conan, though I have seen both.

Poor Doyle. He wins.

[quinara]

Hah!


(I know that this comment's insanely meaningless, but since you're depressed in your most recent post I thought I'd add to the accolades, just incase it helped marginally.)