Way to go, P-C! All fingers crossed.

Great challenge, Steph. I love stuff like this--if I can manage it, I want to get all the words in.

Am-Chau, yours is wonderful--I love how you worked in words in unexpected places, like the bowl "decorated with geckos". Very cool.

Great challenge, Steph. I love stuff like this--if I can manage it, I want to get all the words in.

It is utterly hysterical in my class when we have 20+ random and bizarre words and 10 minutes to use them all in a piece. When we read them out loud, it's better than Last Comic Standing.

Rock on, P-C!!!

It's a little bit like Mad Libs, but backwards.

I was giggling over the "fur pie" story all night.

I was giggling over the "fur pie" story all night.

Oh, you should have seen my class! We were howling with laughter at "furp-ee?"

OK, my favourite part of Am's thing didn't even use the words: "Deadbeat seaweed" makes me deeply happy.

OK, it's not serious or relevant or anything but slashy amusement. Plus, it's longer than 100 words, but they insisted.

"Why am I tied to the bed, Spike? I didn't go to sleep this way."

"You know, pet."

"Oh--is this the revenge for the ..."

"Very good, Xander."

"Oh, eek, help, an evil vampire has me tied to the bed--wait. What's in the box, Spike? Stop smiling like that. Angelus used to smile like that."

"Angelus never thought of this one."

"You remember the first rule, right? Nothing in bed we don't agree on?"

"I didn't start this, love."

"But--"

"You said you wanted Mexican for dinner."

"But--"

"You put guacamole and sour cream on my dick, Xander."

"But--"

"Avocados, Xander. I was green, Xander."

"But--it tasted good, though. And I cleaned it up."

"Hmph. Still, I do have a reputation to maintain."

"... There's a demon on my stomach, Spike."

"'Snot a demon. It's a gecko."

"It's sniffing me, Spike."

"Wait'll you see its tongue."

BWAH!

edit: seriously, it should probably be in Fic.

But as an alternate reality conversation, I think I pulled a muscle laughing.

Hey, avocados and geckos, two of the words. It's a double-duty drabble.

Good luck, P-C!

Am-Chau, that was fabulous. I loved the withered winter lettuce.

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She threw the bundle of black leather at him, and he fell back a step as it slammed into his chest, zippers jangling – classic motorcycle jackets are heavy.

"Take your bribe and get the hell out!"

"It's your Christmas present," he protested. "I wanted you to have it."

"So you could cheat on me, dump me two days later and not feel guilty. Screw that! Why would I want to be reminded of your pathetic face every time I wear it?"

Ten years later, she still occasionally thinks of that day with regret. It really was the perfect leather jacket.

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Dunno if this qualifies as "revenge", exactly, but that was certainly how I intended it at the time...