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First, and thanks to WG, I give you Joe Flanigan on slash.

runpunkrun and I are smoking so much Rodney crack over here we've fallen into our teenaged X-Phile selves and find ourselves under the bleachers all scandalous and writing bad poetry. Punk, however, and of course we've learned to expect it from her, fandom after fandom, is writing, instead, good fic, that you people will get to read some day. *I*, for I am special, get to read it now. And, it's just, we're toast. We've fully surrendered to this impossible, pudgy, brilliant man.

iamsab: Damnit that's a good paragraph.

runpunkrun: Rodney's got such poor impulse control.

iamsab: It's because you SURRENDERED to the COMMA PARENTHETICAL.

iamsab: He really does.

runpunkrun: I do love the comma parenthetical, I do.

iamsab: Mmmm.

iamsab: Yeah, it's such a sexy, dangerous lover.

runpunkrun: So quick to get out of hand!

iamsab: Totally.

iamsab: Next thing you know you're having sex with it 24 hours a day and ordering in chinese food you never get to eat.

runpunkrun: And then, somewhere between the kitchen counter and the shower, you forget how this started and what your point even was.

iamsab: And you have no clean laundry left and you've been fired from your job and the comma parenthetical is just lounging there, moist-eyed and desperate.

runpunkrun: And you just wish you could end it, somehow.

iamsab: It doesn't take rejection well.