Watching the Eurovision Song Contest has sort of put me in mind of terrifying near death experiences, and so I felt compelled to put my muse to work to prevent my brain from liquefying and oozing out of my ears (I don't want any stains on the couch).
So without more ado, those boys are in a bit of a pickle ... will they escape or won't they?
In face, it's a bit of a ...
Rating: T for a couple of naughty words
Word Count: approx 850
Disclaimer: don't own them, however much I wish.
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