Title: Good Day, Eh?
Author: Betty
Date: May 2001
Fandom: Battlestar Galactica
Rating: PG
Category: Humor
Disclaimer: I don't own them.
Feedback: er.br@sympatico.ca
Hey, Jen. How ya doing, eh? I like saw this show today, eh,
that I haven't seen like in a long time eh, and it like gave
me this wild idea, eh. So now I'm like in a Canadian mode,
eh, so here is like this really wild idea, eh, where Apollo
and Starbuck they like land them flying things of theirs in
a field in Toronto, eh. Or maybe it was a parking lot cause
there's no fields in Toronto, eh. So here's like what would
happen when they like bumped into Bob and Doug McKenzie, eh.
Summary: A Battlestar Galactica/Bob & Doug McKenzie
Crossover.
"Hey, there. I'm Bob McKenzie and this is my brother Doug,"
Bob said.
"Good day, eh," Doug waved.
"So like what are you two guys doing here with no toques on,
eh?" Bob swatted Apollo's head.
"Ya, like don't you hoosiers know you can't walk around
without toques?" Doug ruffled Starbuck's hair.
"Like he's right, eh. Up here in the great white north you
gotta wear a toque, eh, cause it's like the *law*," Bob
poked Apollo's chest.
"Yeah, eh, so go grab a toque and put it on, even if it is
like July and hot enough hot side to like fry eggs on the
side walk." Doug wiped sweat from his brow.
"Yeah, like what would them American's say, eh, if we didn't
like have our toques on? They might like mistake us for
them." Bob looks around for any Americans.
"Um, excuse me but what are you two talking about?" Apollo
stared at the two men strangely.
"Uh yeah guys, what's a toque?" Starbuck asked.
"Oh, like come on, you really don't know what a toque is
like. What planet were you born on, eh?" Bob snorted.
"Maybe their from like Mars or something," Doug giggled.
"Unless your like Americans from like New York," Bob
scoffed.
"What's an American?" Starbuck asked.
"Oh, so now your like gonna play *stupid* eh?" Bob got in
Starbuck's face.
"Hey, like I really like this guy," Doug grinned and asked
Starbuck, "So like you want to go for a beer?"
"Yeah, a beer sounds nice. You hoosiers in for a beer?"
"I don't know. First tell me what beer is." Apollo was more
confused than ever
"Oh, like come on, it's like ambrosia, eh. You know, the
food of the gods, eh," Bob told them.
"Oh Ambrosa! Sure I`ll go if your buying," Starbuck smiled.
"WHAT!" Bob and Doug say together.
"Hey, like you gotta buy your own beer hose head. Like you
think I'm made of money?" Bob asked.
"Hey, now that's not nice Bob. You should like apollo gize
to him cause I don't think he's from the great white north."
"Oh, okay, sorry, eh. So okay we'll like buy you a beer and
a pound of back bacon, eh, and then maybe we can go to Timmy
Hortons and get a coffee and donut, eh," Bob said.
"Yeah and maybe share a smoke or two."
So okay, eh, Apollo and Starbuck went with the two strange
men and had a beer, which they found out wasn't ambrosa at
all but something similar to ale only these two like called
it lager, eh. And the two men like insisted it be Canadian
larger, which was also like a brand name. And even though
some other guys were like drinking something called Labbats
Blue, it was like also Canadian beer, eh. But not the same
thing, which like really confused Apollo because like Bob he
said something about lager and ale and some thing else
called pilsner, which is what the blue beer was, even though
it wasn't blue but a light brown.
"Yeah and then you got Budweiser but it comes from the
States, eh, and we call it like pony piss."
"Yeah it like doesn't have any taste to it at all, eh, so
don't like drink that stuff."
Okay so after the they left the bar, they went to Tim
Hortons, which Apollo thought was some guys house but was
really like this cool restaurant type place were they sold
donuts. And like Starbuck complained cause his had a hole in
the middle, but then he saw they all did so it was cool, and
it tasted good too.
Then they went to this other place were they sold food, and
they had a back bacon on a bun and a coke, and that was
good, except the bubbles in the coke made Apollo sneeze.
So then Doug bought a pack of smokes, Players Light, there
the good ones. That's what I smoke, and like they shared a
few of them, except Apollo who didn't smoke and then Bob and
Doug they teased him for being a party pooper.
Then it was like time to leave so the two Canadians they
like walked them back to their vipers and you like should
have seen their faces, eh, when they saw them ships it was
like, "Oh wow man, you hoosiers really like are from Mars."
But Apollo told them no they weren't so Bob and Doug
believed them, eh, and let them go home. And Bob and Doug
went home and promised themselves that they would like never
drink beer before 10 am ever again. But they broke that
promise the next day when they had their back bacon and
eggs.