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"We'll need a fort," someone said, though I can no longer remember who.
"I'll get the pillows." the other replied. And pillows were gotten, and piled up in the middle of the floor, ready for operations.
It had been years since either of us had built a fort. But it's not something one easily forgets.
Soon, we had it ready, complete with extra secret room (a table covered in a blanket), and secret spy holes through which we were sure to see our enemy coming. We had to stack some pillows rather high, so that both of us could fit inside.
Within minutes we'd established our secret password ("swordfish" of course), had our secret troops set up (plastic, just like in Toy Story), and were ready to launch our secret attack from our secret army fort.
But before we could get started, our very secret, and very sworn enemy attacked.
He called her "mom". I was never able to do that, though in a way, I suppose she was. She wanted the pillows back. We would have to fight to keep our secret fort from being destroyed.
First we deployed the ground troops, but they were easily crushed beneath her as she made her way across the battlefield. We called in back-up from our secret air force (plastic army men on paper airplanes, and parachuters) to bombarde her, and managed to keep her distracted just long enough to call in the really special forces from behind enemy lines.
But it was too late, she was upon us, tearing up the fort. We beat a rapid retreat to our secret room, and hoped the flashlight wasn't quite powerful enough for her to see through the blanket. He started to get scared, but I had to stay tough. I was in charge of this mission, after all, and even though we could hear the enemy drawing ever nearer, and were certainly doomed to fail, I had to keep a cool head.
"... have to keep a cool head about this after all. Don't you agree, Agent Finn?"
I started slightly, being drawn back to reality. I readily agreed with the officer, and let my mind wander again. This had to be the most boring debriefing I've ever had to sit through. I wondered what Buffy was doing. I pictured her, back in her old bedroom from highschool, grinning up at me from the edge of her bed. I say something to her, something suave. She replies:
"I'll go get the pillows...."
the end