Sparky: 1. Beloved: Running Screaming

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There escalated a minor war recently, revolving mainly around who has a duty to eat the Poisonous Stir Fry of Doom (and it’s disturbing sequel - the tasteless yet peppery stir fry of doom). Things were done that were... amusing but regrettable. This, naturally, escalated. Because maturity is boring and has no place in our house.

Until Beloved threatened to use his nuke - endless looping ear worms knowing that I would then have Magical Trevor stuck in my head for freaking weeks.

So I think I was quite justified in using rule 34 against him. He doesn’t know rule 34. Dear, innocent, Beloved. He is head and shoulders better with computers than me, but his internet-fu is waaay weaker than mine. He didn’t see how simple bad porn could be a weapon.

*evil grin*

Beloved: *running with hands on ears* I’m not listening! I’m not lisssstening!
Me: But you’ve got to hear the rest of this Carebear BDSM porn! Tenderheart Bear...
Beloved: NO!!!
Me: Awww, I haven’t even TOUCHED Harry Potter fandom yet..
Beloved: Ok! You win you win! No ear worms!
Me: And I didn’t even have to resort to lava lamps.

See? See? I knew there would be some advantage to all the desperate, brain-bleach mandatory fic I’ve been subjected to over the years!