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Okay, here's a bit from my novel that I later fixed, but in its unedited form is rather hysterical:
From the middle of Elias's bedroom, Valentyne turned away from the painting of a stormy seascape hanging at the head of the immaculately made king-size bed. "Hmm?"
Elias scowled. "Our business is in here, Valentyne, not my bedroom."
"I assume you're opposed to a friendly trade between colleagues, then?" Valentyne asked, his eyes flicking again to the painting, but he was already moving. They had been through this particular routine three times already, and he didn't expect anything to change this time around.
"Of course not," Elias replied, "as long as we're trading our goods."
Nope, I didn't make that sexual at all. Nuh uh.
From the middle of Elias's bedroom, Valentyne turned away from the painting of a stormy seascape hanging at the head of the immaculately made king-size bed. "Hmm?"
Elias scowled. "Our business is in here, Valentyne, not my bedroom."
"I assume you're opposed to a friendly trade between colleagues, then?" Valentyne asked, his eyes flicking again to the painting, but he was already moving. They had been through this particular routine three times already, and he didn't expect anything to change this time around.
"Of course not," Elias replied, "as long as we're trading our goods."
Nope, I didn't make that sexual at all. Nuh uh.
