A nibble shared

§0 §0 §2 A Nibble Shared§0 §0 §a by Greenkitten

"Here comes the aeroplane..." Said Micky to his soon to be fiance, Jane. Making swooping motions with his spoon towards her lips.§0 §0Jane obliged, opening her mouth to recieve the food. This infantile behaviour was to be expected, Micky was quite juvenile.

This wasn't a bad thing often thought Jane, Micky would make a fun and loving father one day. This silliness was a great fun too. §0 §0 §0As the eating utensil left her mouth Jane displayed a pensive look across her face. Micky though was unaware of this,

he continued to take another scoop and proceeded to get himself a mouthful of the meal.§0 §0 §0"Micky," Jane said with a serious tone in her voice, "When are you going to make me an honest woman?"§0 §0 §0Micky gagged, the sudden question took

him by surprise. Coughin and spluttering Micky's response was short and deflecting, "W-what?" followed by a few taps on the chest to try clear his throat. §0 §0 §0Jane, ever so caring gave Micky a few good whacks on the back to help him out.

After regaining his composure Jane repeated the question which lead to the sudden reaction. "Micky, why have you not proposed to me yet?"§0 §0Micky was still taken aback by this question. He didn't have a good answer for this. It was only a matter of time

until this question popped up. And the truth was Micky was just too scared to pop the question, he had in fact been carrying a ring around in his pocket for almost a year now but has never worked up the courage to ask. §0 §0Jane knew this though, she had a

feeling that this was the case but had tried to be patient with Micky, knowing that he had a certain awkwardness to this kind of thing. §0 §0 §0"Jane," departing from his usual silly tone, "Will you marry me?" §0 §0 §0Micky finally produced the ring that had so

long been kept in his pocket.§0 §0 §0Tears of joy welled up in Jane's tearducts the day she had been dreaming of had arrived. All the fantasies she had about her wedding day were about to come true...

§0 §0 §0 §4 BAM§0 §4 BANG§0 §4 BOOM§0 §0 §0 §0 §0 §0

"What the f-" Micky pivoting on his knee to see what the interuption was.§0 §0 §4 BANG BANG§0 §0 §0Micky was dead. Straight through the head. Blood everywhere. Jane screemed. §7AAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

§c "I AM MECHAHITLER§0 §c AND YOU DEGENERATES NEED§0 §cTO BE PURGED FROM§0 §cOUR PURE GERMANIC SOCIETY"§0 §0 §4BANG BANG BANG§0 §0 §0The superior German weaponry blasting through everything and everyone the the accuracy only a

German could produce.§0 §0 §0The store was bloddied and not a living soul was left alive. MechaHitler had killed so many degenerates today and deserved a well earned break. He sat down at Jane & Micky's former table and scooped up the meal with the spoon and

has a little nibble.§0 §0 §0 §0 §0 §0 §0 §0 §0 §0 §2The End.