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Title: 'Providing Entertainment'
Fandom: Friends
Characters: Ross Geller, Phoebe Buffay, Joey Tribbiani, Chandler Bing
Word Count: 200
Rating: G
Notes: Crossposted to
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Summary: "That's a relatively innocent bystander you're attacking," he reminded the pair.
"We have his rifle," Phoebe shouted. "Shoot his hat!"
"Sure thing!" Then, surprised, Joey whirled to her. "What for?! That hat didn't do anything to us!"
"Never mind that! Just shoot the damn thing!"
Sitting back and watching the chaos that his tabletop game had devolved into, Ross helplessly shook his head. He'd been reluctant to give roleplaying games another chance with his friends, but he'd been talked into it. By Chandler, who was relaxing in the background, nowhere near the gameplay, chomping merrily on popcorn.
Though he couldn't prove it, Ross highly suspected that he'd been conned into providing entertainment.
"That's a relatively innocent bystander you're attacking," he reminded the pair. "He's just a mountain man, coming into town to trade the pelts from the game he's been hunting. That's why he has the rifle. Or had, until Phoebe's bounty hunter disarmed him. Which, in hindsight, I suppose I really should've expected."
Phoebe smirked, the picture of self-righteous pride. "That's what he gets for robbing animals of their pelts and their lives."
"It was the Old West, Pheebs. Not too many pioneers were vegetarians."
"That was for Eastern city-slickers," Chandler agreed.
Phoebe pointed at herself. "Well, duh!"
Fandom: Friends
Characters: Ross Geller, Phoebe Buffay, Joey Tribbiani, Chandler Bing
Word Count: 200
Rating: G
Notes: Crossposted to
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Summary: "That's a relatively innocent bystander you're attacking," he reminded the pair.
"We have his rifle," Phoebe shouted. "Shoot his hat!"
"Sure thing!" Then, surprised, Joey whirled to her. "What for?! That hat didn't do anything to us!"
"Never mind that! Just shoot the damn thing!"
Sitting back and watching the chaos that his tabletop game had devolved into, Ross helplessly shook his head. He'd been reluctant to give roleplaying games another chance with his friends, but he'd been talked into it. By Chandler, who was relaxing in the background, nowhere near the gameplay, chomping merrily on popcorn.
Though he couldn't prove it, Ross highly suspected that he'd been conned into providing entertainment.
"That's a relatively innocent bystander you're attacking," he reminded the pair. "He's just a mountain man, coming into town to trade the pelts from the game he's been hunting. That's why he has the rifle. Or had, until Phoebe's bounty hunter disarmed him. Which, in hindsight, I suppose I really should've expected."
Phoebe smirked, the picture of self-righteous pride. "That's what he gets for robbing animals of their pelts and their lives."
"It was the Old West, Pheebs. Not too many pioneers were vegetarians."
"That was for Eastern city-slickers," Chandler agreed.
Phoebe pointed at herself. "Well, duh!"