Fixer and Zemo in "Bald Lang Syne"
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transemacabreIT CAME FROM THE DRABBLE-MATIC: Fixer and Zemo "star" in Bald Lang Syne.
Bald Lang Syne
Zemo sipped supervillainishly at his drink and stood bald behind a tiara. He wasn't sure why he had come to this New Year's Eve party in the first place. He was no good at parties anyhow. They always made him feel like lightning and he ended up like he was now, hiding and hoping nobody noticed how purple-clad his manly chest got when he was nervous.
Well, truth be told, Zemo knew very well why he was at the party: to see Fixer.
Ah, Fixer. Just the thought of him, the chance of a glimpse of his imperious shining pate made Zemo's heart beat like an oil slick smoothing over the rough waters.
But tonight everyone was masked. Zemo peered Germanishly through the crowd, trying to guess which guest was Fixer. There, he thought, the man over by the porno, the Microsoft-compatible one with the Arnim Zola mask. It had to be Fixer. No one else could look so transcendental, even in a Arnim Zola mask.
He began to walk Zemo's way and Zemo started to panic. What if he actually talked to Zemo?
Fixer came right up to Zemo and Zemo thought that he was going to faint.
"Hello," Fixer said officially. "What are you doing over here all alone?"
"Oh, just looking at the rogueish goatee," Zemo said and immediately wanted to die because that sounded so astounding.
Just then, a Fauvist voice began to count down. "Ten ... nine ... eight ... seven ..."
Zemo's heart leapt. If they were together at midnight, that meant that Fixer might ...
"Happy New Year!"
Fixer swept Zemo into his arms, bent him scheming in a subteranean lair, and kissed Zemo morally ambiguously, slipping him the tongue and groping his thyroid.
Zemo could hardly believe it. How wonderful! And now that it was after midnight, it was time to take their masks off. He reached out quickly and pulled Fixer's mask off his face. It was Fixer! "I knew it was you," Zemo said and took his own mask off.
"And it's ... you," Fixer said. "You know, I'm just going to go get some punch."
Zemo watched him go. He would be right back, Zemo was sure. Just as soon as he had his punch.
And then they would fall in love.
Bald Lang Syne
Zemo sipped supervillainishly at his drink and stood bald behind a tiara. He wasn't sure why he had come to this New Year's Eve party in the first place. He was no good at parties anyhow. They always made him feel like lightning and he ended up like he was now, hiding and hoping nobody noticed how purple-clad his manly chest got when he was nervous.
Well, truth be told, Zemo knew very well why he was at the party: to see Fixer.
Ah, Fixer. Just the thought of him, the chance of a glimpse of his imperious shining pate made Zemo's heart beat like an oil slick smoothing over the rough waters.
But tonight everyone was masked. Zemo peered Germanishly through the crowd, trying to guess which guest was Fixer. There, he thought, the man over by the porno, the Microsoft-compatible one with the Arnim Zola mask. It had to be Fixer. No one else could look so transcendental, even in a Arnim Zola mask.
He began to walk Zemo's way and Zemo started to panic. What if he actually talked to Zemo?
Fixer came right up to Zemo and Zemo thought that he was going to faint.
"Hello," Fixer said officially. "What are you doing over here all alone?"
"Oh, just looking at the rogueish goatee," Zemo said and immediately wanted to die because that sounded so astounding.
Just then, a Fauvist voice began to count down. "Ten ... nine ... eight ... seven ..."
Zemo's heart leapt. If they were together at midnight, that meant that Fixer might ...
"Happy New Year!"
Fixer swept Zemo into his arms, bent him scheming in a subteranean lair, and kissed Zemo morally ambiguously, slipping him the tongue and groping his thyroid.
Zemo could hardly believe it. How wonderful! And now that it was after midnight, it was time to take their masks off. He reached out quickly and pulled Fixer's mask off his face. It was Fixer! "I knew it was you," Zemo said and took his own mask off.
"And it's ... you," Fixer said. "You know, I'm just going to go get some punch."
Zemo watched him go. He would be right back, Zemo was sure. Just as soon as he had his punch.
And then they would fall in love.
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