TITLE: Go Like The Clappers FANDOM: Just guess. Go on. >3 AUTHOR: Janni WORD COUNT: Oh, you don't care, do you? AUTHOR'S NOTES: This is all your fault. And possibly dracothelizard's.
She should have known she was in for it.
Something just didn't seem...right, somehow.
Usually, things were very simple. Go to the studio, look cute, get fed, listen to those three great oversized pillocks go on and on in some language she didn't understand, then go home and get fed + cossetted by the shortish one with the shiny white, very healthy-looking teeth.
If she'd been smart, she'd have run as soon as she saw that other tall one, the one with the fur on his head curlier than her own pull up alongside her in one of those weird machines they liked to move about in.
If she'd understood English, she'd have heard the lyrics "If loving you is wrong, I don't want to be right" come warbling out the window of said conveyance in a terribly off-key, badly-timed cacophony.
Instead, she just heard noise.
If she'd understood English, she'd definitely have run as far and as fast away as she could...but regrettably, she did what she had been hired to do instead.
She sat and looked cute and bored. And continued to do so even when the vehicle stopped, and a red-faced and at least partially-pissed Jeremy Clarkson reached out, picked her off the ground and gently placed her on the passenger's seat whilst hastily hitting the "all windows up" button on his door panel.
The stock car stereo was truly amazing; no-one could hear Top Gear Dog's whimpering, no matter how loud it got.
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FANDOM: Just guess. Go on. >3
AUTHOR: Janni
WORD COUNT: Oh, you don't care, do you?
AUTHOR'S NOTES: This is all your fault. And possibly
She should have known she was in for it.
Something just didn't seem...right, somehow.
Usually, things were very simple. Go to the studio, look cute, get fed, listen to those three great oversized pillocks go on and on in some language she didn't understand, then go home and get fed + cossetted by the shortish one with the shiny white, very healthy-looking teeth.
If she'd been smart, she'd have run as soon as she saw that other tall one, the one with the fur on his head curlier than her own pull up alongside her in one of those weird machines they liked to move about in.
If she'd understood English, she'd have heard the lyrics "If loving you is wrong, I don't want to be right" come warbling out the window of said conveyance in a terribly off-key, badly-timed cacophony.
Instead, she just heard noise.
If she'd understood English, she'd definitely have run as far and as fast away as she could...but regrettably, she did what she had been hired to do instead.
She sat and looked cute and bored. And continued to do so even when the vehicle stopped, and a red-faced and at least partially-pissed Jeremy Clarkson reached out, picked her off the ground and gently placed her on the passenger's seat whilst hastily hitting the "all windows up" button on his door panel.
The stock car stereo was truly amazing; no-one could hear Top Gear Dog's whimpering, no matter how loud it got.