Oh, man, I was bored.  This is a direct consequence of that boredom.
Be afraid.  Be very afraid. Disclaimer:  Not mine.  But they should be,
darn it!
Rated:	PG.  Down right tame.
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Fun Like a Root Canal

by ShrinkingViolet
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"Fraser?  Fraser?  Hey, you in der, Frase?"

(sound of door opening and closing, then of one Chicago detective's hand
hitting same Chicago detective's forehead with a great deal of force)

"Ow!  Hey, Fraser, you don't look so good."

"Well."

"Well, what?"

"I don't look so well."

"You said it, Benton-buddy.  What's da matter?	You sick?"

"Yes, Ray, I believe I am ill."

"Geez, Fraser.	Why didn't you say something?"

"I called in sick."

"And didn't da Ice Queen even come and check on you?  Dat's cold, man."

"I'll be fine, Ray.  It's just a little...  a little..."

(Sound of one Canadian Mountie sneezing very loudly)

"God, Frase.  I think you just blew away your desk."

"Really?"

"No, I was being sar... sarc...  I was joking.	You really are sick,
aren't ya?" 

(Sound of one Mountie being uncarachteristically sarcastic... does that
make a sound?) 

"No, Ray, I'm just faking it to get out of sentry duty."

(Sound of gears grinding in one Chicago detective's head)

"Frase, being sick really does ugly things to you."

"I'm sorry.  I really don't know what came over me.  Ray?"

"Yeah?"

"I'm going to be sick now."
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(One hurried lunge for the trashcan, a few disgusting noises later) 

"Fraser, next time aim *away* from me, 'kay?"
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The End

This has been ShrinkingViolet, queen of the run-on sentence people,
telling
you: A Bored Mind is a Terrible Thing to Waste.