Originally Posted: Oct. 17th, 2006
Length/Rating: 210 words, PG, Gen
Summary: My fandom can beat up your fandom. (I blame my SillyMuse… no, wait, I blame GT5.)
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“So are we allowed to call you Anakin or just MacGyver?” Steven watched fascinated as Trisha repaired the makeshift wagon with what amounted to bailing twine and chewing gum.
“Come to the Dark Side,” Amy intoned ominously from her position up front, keeping the two massive draft animals somewhat still. “We have punch and pie!”
“MacGyver could kick Anakin’s butt.”
Steven and Amy looked over at Matt in horror. “WHAT?”
“Seriously,” Matt chewed thoughtfully on a twig. “He escaped every single episode, right? Never got seriously hurt?” Amy and Steven nodded reluctantly. “So I think that trumps Mr. Third Degree Burns, light sabers or no light sabers.”
“I’d settle for a sonic screwdriver right about now.” Trisha wiggled out from under the cart and gave her team and unimpressed look. “So, do I have to say ‘Engage’ or can we get back to work?”
“I wouldn’t mind a quick Charge of the Light Brigade myself.” Ant jogged back into earshot. “There’s a merchant train daycamp up the road about two miles, and they’ve got a spare axle we can trade for.”
“Alright then,” Trisha waved a hand dramatically, “Engage!”
At which point Steven and Amy started humming the Imperial Death March and things more or less went downhill from there.