A/N: The author above takes absolutely no responsibility for the work of the author below. She thanks you for your continuing support and apologises for any distress the following drabble may cause. It is recommended that any readers with weak dispositions look away now.
A/N: Firstly, I know not everybody is going to like this. I've been accused of being 'mean', 'vindictive', 'petty' and, worst of all, 'OOC'. I don't see how it's possible for me to be OOC. I am Merlin. If you people have decided to make me out to be something that I am not, then that's your problem. I'm a free man now! Stop trying to repress me! Actually, this leads me nicely to my 'disclaimer': I actually do own Merlin, because, as I have said before, I am Merlin - a free human being. I own myself, not whoever this 'BBC' is. In fact, I'm adding them to my revenge list right now. I hope you like my drabble :) Any flamers will get a chandelier dropped on their head, lol. No. I'm serious :P
"Ninety-seven, ninety-eight, ninety-nine… ONE HUNDRED!" Merlin snickered at his sparkling wit. "Ready or not, here I come! Hmm…" the handsome warlock tapped his chin. "I wonder where Ultra-Geek's hiding…"
"Merlin!" Ultra-Geek wailed pitifully. "Please let me out! My neck's getting cramped!"
"Hahaha!" roared Merlin powerfully. "Now you know how it feels, Cupboard!Ultra-Geek! You will think twice about locking innocent warlocks in cupboards now! Or about killing them off and making their friends cry!"
Ultra-Geek sniffed like a little girl.
Merlin ended the story with flair and originality: by dropping a chandelier smack on top of her and her precious cupboard.