Naughty Fluffy Bunny

Have some pimpage~!

Cloud working in fast food? Well... I suppose it's on par with being a delivery boy. XD! This is a Robot Chicken spoof and hilarious. Best lines?

SEPHIROTH: I need you to work on Saturday!
CLOUD: But I have Lakers tickets!
SEPHIROTH: HA HA HA!


Thursdays... by Thorne Scratch. A fic set in pre-Nibelheim, in the Shin-Ra barracks. ♥ I rather like non-psycho!Sephiroth. This fic is just pure comedy, as Cloud contemplates his "regular" mornings.

More from this "world" includes, Behind Closed Doors, which is also funny. Poor Cloud... he was such a pushover when he was just a grunt. ^^;; The premise of the fic is... well, Shin-Ra hazing. XD!

"--proper whetstone quality," Sephiroth finished, and glanced in his direction. "Well. If that doesn't do it, than I suppose nothing will."

"What does he have?" Cloud asked nervously. The locker door rattled against its hinges as Cloud leaned against it, obviously trying to see out.

"Acetylene blowtorch. Yell if you start getting hot."

"Zack!"

"He doesn't have a blowtorch," Sephiroth said.

"What does he have?"

"It's… not a blowtorch."

"What does he have?!"


More pimpage later maybe, if I find anything good. ♥