Tansy Undercrypt
Author, Illustrator, Purveyor of Doom & Whimsy

Nog

December 18th 2012 in Microfiction

This time, they put Dr Banner in charge of the eggnog. Last year’s assignment of putting up the tree lights had gone poorly (he couldn’t get half of them to stop flashing, Hulked out, and trashed the entire lab). Iron Man and Captain America had a bet running on how smoothly eggs, cream, sugar, and bourbon would go.


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