My Angel/Moby Dick crossover drabble the other day turned out not to be a one-off after all. Here’s a second. 100 words, PG.
Thanks for all the fish
Angel and Queequeg returned to Angel’s apartment after dusting Russell. They heard a scream from the office above, raced up the stairs, and found Cordelia Chase holding a duster.
“A cockroach!” she shrieked.
Queequeg harpooned it.
“Way to go, Queequeg,” Cordelia beamed. She admired his tattoos. “Cool! Kinda tribal, huh?”
“Done by a shaman who said they contained the ultimate question. I’ve never been able to read them,” Queequeg replied.
Cordelia peered closely at the tattoos. “Hey, I can read this,” she announced. “No worse than Harmony’s handwriting. It says ‘What do you get if you multiply six by nine?’”