Leonard Cohen, seducer extraordinaire, was on the prowl. True, his sort of prowling might not be as immediately recognizable as, say, Captain Kirk's, but he had a certain lustful hunger in his eyes, should one get close enough to witness it. Patrick Stewart was being torn apart by the most grotesque creature he'd ever seen! If there were ladies around, they'd surely be screaming, as ladies are wont to do. But all he could do was watch in horror... poor Patrick Stewart. If only he'd gotten those blueprints for the anti-pulse dilithium energizers done before leaving the house that morning! But no, it seems that it was too late for our dear Patty S. The only thing left to do was repent fervently. The very thought was disgusting to him. And so he ran away, hoping no one would ever ask for his story. He lived as a hobo, swapping stories for spongebaths on trains, and spent the rest of his life in a drunken stupor.

THE END

By Cat and Alison on 26/10/09.

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