It's short, but funny. And to you a hell of a lot faster than the last chapter.

Enjoy!

ac-the-brain-supreme does not own Eragon. It probably wouldn't be as crappy as it is if she did.

Eragon held his dying mentor in his arms, tears running down his cheek. Brom couldn't die! He just couldn't! He...he was the only father he had--well not really, but close enough. He was his only friend--well, there was that cousin of his, but he probably hated Eragon by now. So that narrowed Eragon's friends to Saphira and Brom. Eh, he could have worse, or less, friends.

"Er...a...gon..." Brom muttered out.

Eragon leaned in close. "Yes?"

Brom grasped Eragon's shirt. "I...want you...to do something...for me..."

"What? What?" Eragon sniffled.

Brom brought Eragon closer. He whispered something in the younger boy's ear before leaning back.

Eragon blinked at older man, processing the words said to him. Figuring it would be easier by saying the request aloud, Eragon repeated: "Give you a blow job?"

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