There is this really brilliant BNF on Livejournal who goes by the name of samvimes. In a recent livejournal post, he claims to have been ATTACKED by fandom just as he was going to bed. This is the result of the twisted machinations of his feasomely awesome mind:


SLICE OF LIFE
The armageddon of crossover fanfic

Tobias Beecher, a life-sentence prisoner recently transferred to the Las Vegas Correctional Facility, becomes sick in solitary and the disease begins to spread. While CSIs Gil Grissom and Catherine Willows investigate potential foul play under the dubious command of FBI agents Fox Mulder and Dana Scully, an expert by the name of Gregory House is flown in from New Jersey to identify the source of the disease and contain it with the help of one of his new fellows, Dr. George O'Malley. Meanwhile, the rest of Grissom's unit are on the trail of a bloody mass murderer, aided by vacationing blood-spatter expert Dexter Morgan -- but an outsider is stalking their suspect as well.

Why does a man named AJ Crowley seem to be blocking Grissom's every move? Why is a cop named Vimes following Greg Sanders? Who hired PI Wimsey to investigate the blood-spattered deaths? How come all the evidence keeps pointing them back towards a dead millionaire by the name of Linderman whose casinos are now owned by Japanese investor Kyouya Ohtori? And how can the mysterious Doctor and his companion Elizabeth Bennett have been at both crime scenes at once?

Their only witness is Jack Sparrow, head of an international video-piracy ring. Their only lead is a young man named Potter with a lightning-bolt scar on his forehead. And only one thing is certain: what happens in Vegas stays in Vegas...or else.


Posting such a thing on Livejournal always has it's risks. One of these being that the madness will multiply. As exemplified by this reply by one commentator:

And amidst the confusion, a fake SWAT team makes off with the contents of Terry Benedict's casino vault.

So. I was thinking. Any other ideas we could add to the the melee?


“Is he dead, Lois?”

“No! But I was really mad and I wanted to kick him between the legs and pull his nose off and put out his eyes with a freshly sharpened pencil and disembowel him with a dull letter opener and strangle him with his own intestines but I stopped myself just in time!”
- Further Down The Road by Terry Leatherwood.