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Hiya minna!
While eating a cookie awhile back, I had the idea for this fic. I never expected to write it, much less finish the thing.
This is the sort of fanfic that never should have been written in the first place. No offence is intended, for any Girl Scouts who may be in the audience today. XD
Grab a glass of milk and enjoy!
~A-chan~
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Girl Scout Cookies
by A-chan
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He was hungry.
Farfello pressed the button on his blender again.Round and around the appliance spun: he watched idly as the mixture of raw beef and cabbage was blendedinto a fine pulp. Grabbing the clear containersavagely, he ripped the top off and gulped down thegooey concoction.
He wiped his mouth and sighed. He was still hungry.
After a few minutes of ransacking the kitchen forsomething edible, Farfello realized that the Schwartz household was decidedly lacking in food. The slimIrishman leaned back onto the cool surface of therefrigerator, contemplating. He checked his pockets for money.
'Hmm... sixty-three cents and some lint. I can buy a candy bar!' Farfello smiled. 'Or some peanut butter
cups!' His eyes shined with anxious anticipation ofthe delectable treat to come.
Striding purposefully toward the front door, Farfellohummed tunelessly to himself. He stopped when he heard faint knocking from outside. A visitor?
The cyclops opened the door and peered outside. There didn't *seem* to be anyone out there...
A timid voice called from below. "Ne, would you like to buy some Girl Scout cookies, mister?"
Farfello averted his gaze to the small girl in front of him. She couldn't have been more than seven years old, and here she was, soliciting her cookies to the neighbors.
He opened his mouth to shoo her away when something occurred to him. The white-haired man smiled inwardly
and bent over so he was eye-level with the little girl.
"I would *love* to buy your cookies."
She squeaked with delight.
"Okay! Here's the list of the cookies we have. I'll deliver them to you in amonth when they come in."
She extended the booklet and pen to the Irishman with a toothless smile.
Farfello accepted the items from the tiny Girl Scout.
"Fine." He poured over the contents, before selecting a cookie that sounded enticing.
He wrote himself infor three packages of Thin Mints. Handing the papers
back to the girl, he said,
"I'll take three boxes of Thin Mints."
"That will be nine dollars!" the girl chirped.
He felt in his pockets for a wallet. "Oh, I seem to have left my wallet in my bedroom. Come inside and
wait; it'll only take a minute." The cyclops took the girl by the hand and ushered her inside.
Two hours later, Nagi came home from school to a horrific mess in the kitchen. Batter was everywhere, coating the room a funny yellow color. Bits of eggshells crunched under his shoes. Sugar was spilled all over the floor, with chocolate chips strewn about. Farfello sat cross-legged amidst the chaos on the dripping counter, munching happily upon some sort of
concoction. Perched upon his head was a green beret, stained crimson and lightly dusted with flour. A bloodied knife gleamed under the florescent lighting.
Nagi groaned upon seeing the destroyed kitchen.
"Farf, what the hell did you do to this place?!"
The cyclops licked his lips and offered a plate ofcookies to the younger boy. He smiled.
"Cookies hurt God."
The telepath sweatdropped. "Cookies?"
He smiled wider. "Girl Scout cookies."
And Farfello was no longer hungry.
~Owari~