I think I've had slightly too much sugar

[doyle]

Several minutes ago:

Me: Grr... (prowling the kitchen in search of chocolate)
Doyledad: What do you want?
Me: The Emmabeast hunts for the elusive chocolate monster...
Doyledad: Well, there isn't any chocolate.
Me: The Emmabeast may become enraged in the absence of chocolate.
Doyledad: have a fruit pastille.
(I tip the bag onto the counter to pick out the orange ones)
Doyledad: I wish you wouldn't do that...
Me: I'm here to kick your ass and play really loud music and eat your chocolate poptarts!!
Doyledad: I told you, there's no chocolate.
Me: mutter, mutter, non-Days-of-Our-Unlives-reading-philistine...

This update brought to you because connorbeast noticed I hadn't updated today and was worried I might have died. Or less worried, more anticipating inheriting my slash.