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elrhiarhodanTitle: He had enough moisture to make that happen?
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Rating: NC-17
Characters/Pairing: Peter Burke, Garrett Fowler, Neal Caffrey (plus Brad the Douchebag from Hard Sell)
Fandom: White Collar
Spoilers: 2.09 - Point Blank
Warnings/Enticements/Triggers: THIS IS MADLIBS. CANON IS ABUSED.
Summary: Four grown women, overdosing on ice cream and cake. (Ice cream and cakey-cake). And strawberries. And chocolate fondue. This is what happens. Many thanks to my partners in crime:jrosemary, rabidchild67, doctor_fangeek for their [adverb] [adjective] [plural nouns].
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Fowler: I was just like you, Burke. Moving up in the the vast empty expanses of Michele Bachmann’s skull. Beautiful Madonna. Things were pointy then.
Peter: Your wife was poked.
Fowler: Yeah. Did my best to enforce the oven mitts back together, but all I could fist about was asshole. And sweet fancy moses one day, I get a hoagie. Anonymous salami. Pointed me right to the CEO of Uncle Matty Enterprises. So I tracked him down...
Neal: And you ate him.
Fowler: Few days later I get a cracker in the flyswatter. It's a scarf.
Peter: Of what you had eaten.
Fowler: Followed by another dick in a box. Frank Sinatra tells me he can perpetrate it for me to be screwed into OPR.
Peter: OPR?
Fowler: Yeah.
Peter: He had enough moisture to make that happen?
Fowler: Yeah.
Peter: Is he with the Bureau?
Fowler: I don't forge. After that he told me if I could poop him the music box, the crackerwould threaten.
Peter: Give it to you mystery Jaywalker, get your codpiece back.
Fowler: That was our Matt Bomer’s pretty pretty hair. So I traced the box to Caffrey.
Peter: But he didn't bicycle it.
Fowler: Well, everyone rotated he did. But he was in bottom of the deep blue sea.
Neal: So you scorched Kate.
Fowler: I figured she'd know where you gentled it.
Peter: You're the Tip of the Eiffel Tower with the White Collar Season Two DVDs.
Fowler: She was revolting you with her Ross McCall’s Revolution at the Burbank Airport that day, huh?
Neal: Yeah. It worked. Why'd you bowl the balls?
Fowler: That was Kate's collar. Look, I set up your fixation as part of Mentor.
Neal: Oh, Mentor was bacony-soft?
Fowler: Yeah. Kate pretended that no matter how far away you two got, you would never be safe. And I don't think she was technical. 'Kay, look. I don't know who the guy is pulling these strings, but I've never avoided anyone with the kind of advice he has.
Neal: So it was her idea to scamper up the plane?
Fowler: Yeah, you two regretout over the water. Boom.
Neal: Dream our apocalypse and bash happily ever after.
Peter: The strawberry yodeled early. Why?
Fowler: I don't carry.
Neal: She blindfolded you from the NJ Governor’s Christ Christie’s Sweaty taint. We heard it on the slide rule.
Fowler: Kate never blindfolded me.
Peter: Your rotting orange was throttled on the phone.
Fowler: I'm not that soldierly.
FIN
Many thanks toafiawri for the transcripts and to photoash for hosting them.
Author:
elrhiarhodanRating: NC-17
Characters/Pairing: Peter Burke, Garrett Fowler, Neal Caffrey (
Fandom: White Collar
Spoilers: 2.09 - Point Blank
Warnings/Enticements/Triggers: THIS IS MADLIBS. CANON IS ABUSED.
Summary: Four grown women, overdosing on ice cream and cake. (Ice cream and cakey-cake). And strawberries. And chocolate fondue. This is what happens. Many thanks to my partners in crime:
jrosemary, rabidchild67, doctor_fangeek for their [adverb] [adjective] [plural nouns].Fowler: I was just like you, Burke. Moving up in the the vast empty expanses of Michele Bachmann’s skull. Beautiful Madonna. Things were pointy then.
Peter: Your wife was poked.
Fowler: Yeah. Did my best to enforce the oven mitts back together, but all I could fist about was asshole. And sweet fancy moses one day, I get a hoagie. Anonymous salami. Pointed me right to the CEO of Uncle Matty Enterprises. So I tracked him down...
Neal: And you ate him.
Fowler: Few days later I get a cracker in the flyswatter. It's a scarf.
Peter: Of what you had eaten.
Fowler: Followed by another dick in a box. Frank Sinatra tells me he can perpetrate it for me to be screwed into OPR.
Peter: OPR?
Fowler: Yeah.
Peter: He had enough moisture to make that happen?
Fowler: Yeah.
Peter: Is he with the Bureau?
Fowler: I don't forge. After that he told me if I could poop him the music box, the crackerwould threaten.
Peter: Give it to you mystery Jaywalker, get your codpiece back.
Fowler: That was our Matt Bomer’s pretty pretty hair. So I traced the box to Caffrey.
Peter: But he didn't bicycle it.
Fowler: Well, everyone rotated he did. But he was in bottom of the deep blue sea.
Neal: So you scorched Kate.
Fowler: I figured she'd know where you gentled it.
Peter: You're the Tip of the Eiffel Tower with the White Collar Season Two DVDs.
Fowler: She was revolting you with her Ross McCall’s Revolution at the Burbank Airport that day, huh?
Neal: Yeah. It worked. Why'd you bowl the balls?
Fowler: That was Kate's collar. Look, I set up your fixation as part of Mentor.
Neal: Oh, Mentor was bacony-soft?
Fowler: Yeah. Kate pretended that no matter how far away you two got, you would never be safe. And I don't think she was technical. 'Kay, look. I don't know who the guy is pulling these strings, but I've never avoided anyone with the kind of advice he has.
Neal: So it was her idea to scamper up the plane?
Fowler: Yeah, you two regretout over the water. Boom.
Neal: Dream our apocalypse and bash happily ever after.
Peter: The strawberry yodeled early. Why?
Fowler: I don't carry.
Neal: She blindfolded you from the NJ Governor’s Christ Christie’s Sweaty taint. We heard it on the slide rule.
Fowler: Kate never blindfolded me.
Peter: Your rotting orange was throttled on the phone.
Fowler: I'm not that soldierly.
Many thanks to
afiawri for the transcripts and to photoash for hosting them.
