I WAS SECRETLY HOPING YOU WOULD COME BACK THIS THREAD. \o/
'COs the Lassiters, we'd be like, "Has the world gone insaaaaane?!"
So when Gus leaves the Psych office, he hears, "There go go go!" and he only has time to think Bzuh? before something plows into him, knocking him to the ground. Then there's like a flurry of duct tape and rope and a bag is shoved onto his head and there's more "go go go!" and then he's being dragged somewhere, and then he's probably being thrown into a trunk, and yeah, because there's a loud slam and the world goes dark and he reeeeaaaally hope Shawn finishes beating Bejeweled 2 soon and realizes Gus has been gusnapped YET AGAIN.
And then there is a LOLZILY TERRIFYING INTERROGATION SCENE in which Gus screams like a girl a lot and we wear balaclavas and shine lamps in his face going, "TELL US! TELLL UUUUUSSSS!"
"I don't know anything!" Gus gibbers.
And I'm like, "LIES!"
"Truths!" Gus insists.
AND THEN AND THEN you're like, "Are you not Burton Guster a.k.a. centaurking780 on Livejournal, writer of the Lucy/OC WIP "Wings of Desire"?"
"...Uh," says Gus. "Possibly."
"Burton Guster," says I, I says, "we have your mother's email and we're not afraid to send her your faun porn."
"OKAY OKAY FINE I DID I WROTE WINGS OF DESIRE," Gus howls. "I am the centaur king."
And we like, give each other a satisfied nod.
"Please don't send my mother my faun porn," Gus says.
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'COs the Lassiters, we'd be like, "Has the world gone insaaaaane?!"
So when Gus leaves the Psych office, he hears, "There go go go!" and he only has time to think Bzuh? before something plows into him, knocking him to the ground. Then there's like a flurry of duct tape and rope and a bag is shoved onto his head and there's more "go go go!" and then he's being dragged somewhere, and then he's probably being thrown into a trunk, and yeah, because there's a loud slam and the world goes dark and he reeeeaaaally hope Shawn finishes beating Bejeweled 2 soon and realizes Gus has been gusnapped YET AGAIN.
And then there is a LOLZILY TERRIFYING INTERROGATION SCENE in which Gus screams like a girl a lot and we wear balaclavas and shine lamps in his face going, "TELL US! TELLL UUUUUSSSS!"
"I don't know anything!" Gus gibbers.
And I'm like, "LIES!"
"Truths!" Gus insists.
AND THEN AND THEN you're like, "Are you not Burton Guster a.k.a. centaurking780 on Livejournal, writer of the Lucy/OC WIP "Wings of Desire"?"
"...Uh," says Gus. "Possibly."
"Burton Guster," says I, I says, "we have your mother's email and we're not afraid to send her your faun porn."
"OKAY OKAY FINE I DID I WROTE WINGS OF DESIRE," Gus howls. "I am the centaur king."
And we like, give each other a satisfied nod.
"Please don't send my mother my faun porn," Gus says.