The story’s over. So yeah, you can stop reading now. I just had to get these ‘Puck’ puns out of my system. The story’s original title was “A Midsummer Night’s Hex Comedy,” hence the Bard quotes and the reference to fairies and such.

*Ahem*

-Hey, pretty stupid pucking fic you got there Magpie.

-Well, you sure pucked that up.

-Don’t get too excited about this review post, puck-wad.

-Yeah, I heard what you said you pucking fairy. Pucking fairy of a none-magical sort.

-Why don’t you go back to the Good Ship with the rest of the pucking butt puckers.      

-Puck me…the fic’s not so bad. Although, some of those chapters were short. And not that ‘brevity=quality’ kind of short. More like, ‘What? You, couldn’t think up anymore of that pucked-up OCC banter you’re so fond of?’ short.

-Take a writing class you pucking rookie. I’m sure they have them in the middle of bum-puck nowhere.

-Hey, what the puck? No pucking prequel and trequels?

-Hey, I want my pucking Davendar. So where the puck is it? Puck you man…just…yeah puck…you.

-Pucking buggering pucking hell…this ‘pucked’ bit’s getting old.

-Puck you mother pucker …my amusement’s fading fast.

-Well this ‘pucked’ list seemed like a good pucking idea at the time. Then again, I wasn’t sniffing airplane glue at the time. But hey, best pucked plans of mice and men, right?

-Puck off.

-Puck me.

-Puck a duck.

-Puck me in the pucking arse.

-So…the pucked puns are winding down. Time to pop a few more of those pucking pills the orderlies keep putting in my jello. You can tell the pills from the chunks of pineapple because the pineapples don’t smell like monkey poo.

Yeah. I’m done. Puck heads. Puck you all. Puck the lot of you.

Okay. Seriously. I’m finished. Thanks for reading. And thanks for reviewing, if you, you know, bothered. I do read them. Well, when I take my sterilized oven mitts off long enough to type a response I do…