“good morning and welcome to this south west train service to London Waterloo calling at Strawberry hill, Twickenham, Richmond.....”
The loud voice cut across Larry’s thoughts and he gazed around him, where was the voice coming from? He stood up and explored the carriage, looking under the seats to see if the speaker was hidden anywhere amongst them. No. Where was this voice coming from then?
He set off up the train looking for the source of the voice. 2 carriages up he spied a man inside a small cupboard speaking into a microphone
“would all passengers remember to take their luggage with them...”
Aha! Larry’s eyes widened, at last a way he could communicate with his followers. The man finished speaking and then stood up, brushing past Larry, and heading off up the train leaving the door open. It was meant to be thought Larry and he stepped inside the room. The microphone looked easy to operate, he cleared his throat
“now hear this, I am Lazbotron, the world’s best Larry and I am speaking to all my followers. I am being persecuted by fools and heretics who do not appreciate that all should be Larry. My followers must rise up and smite these unbelievers who would stand in my path. Join with me my people and together we shall fight them marching arm in arm across the rooftops of the world”
“oi!! Mate what do you think you’re doing??” the guard returned glaring at Larry. “Get out of there”
“i am communing with my followers”
“yeh and I’m Napoleon Bonaparte”
“Well you’re clearly not! he was much shorter and”
“oh comedian are you?”
“and omnipotent god, but yes how did you guess?”
5 minutes later, Larry found himself deposited at Vauxhall station “and stay off my train” the guard yelled as the doors shut.
Ha! Another one who would be up against the wall thought Larry and he stalked off towards the City.
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Fill Jimothy's Magic Hugs AU 8b/?
Date: 2011-11-30 05:22 pm (UTC)The loud voice cut across Larry’s thoughts and he gazed around him, where was the voice coming from? He stood up and explored the carriage, looking under the seats to see if the speaker was hidden anywhere amongst them. No. Where was this voice coming from then?
He set off up the train looking for the source of the voice. 2 carriages up he spied a man inside a small cupboard speaking into a microphone
“would all passengers remember to take their luggage with them...”
Aha! Larry’s eyes widened, at last a way he could communicate with his followers. The man finished speaking and then stood up, brushing past Larry, and heading off up the train leaving the door open. It was meant to be thought Larry and he stepped inside the room. The microphone looked easy to operate, he cleared his throat
“now hear this, I am Lazbotron, the world’s best Larry and I am speaking to all my followers. I am being persecuted by fools and heretics who do not appreciate that all should be Larry. My followers must rise up and smite these unbelievers who would stand in my path. Join with me my people and together we shall fight them marching arm in arm across the rooftops of the world”
“oi!! Mate what do you think you’re doing??” the guard returned glaring at Larry. “Get out of there”
“i am communing with my followers”
“yeh and I’m Napoleon Bonaparte”
“Well you’re clearly not! he was much shorter and”
“oh comedian are you?”
“and omnipotent god, but yes how did you guess?”
5 minutes later, Larry found himself deposited at Vauxhall station “and stay off my train” the guard yelled as the doors shut.
Ha! Another one who would be up against the wall thought Larry and he stalked off towards the City.