Rating: G
Spoilers: None.
Genres: 155 Words, JoxerAngst, Parody.
Disclaimer: I would treat Joxer a LOT better if he belonged to me, I promise. But he doesn't.
Dedicated To: The illustrious Kordate, mine inspiration.

Joxer sighed mournfully.

"Why so glum, chum?" Gabrielle inquired, putting her arm around him.

"I'm secretly in unrequited love with you," he said sadly. "My armor chafes, my family hates me, a gang of murderous thugs is following us, and I have fleas."

Gabrielle jerked her arm away. "Well," she said carefully. "I can see why you might be a little down. Fleas? And murderous thugs, you said? I really must be going."

As fast as her gleaming well-muscled legs could carry her, she fled. Ares appeared in a puff of smoke. "Ah, Joxer," he smirked. "Just the man I wanted to make miserable."

He waved his arms grandly, and Joxer transformed into a large pink goat. "This is really not my day," Joxer bleated.

Argo nudged him. "Que sera, sera," she whinnied. "Have some clover. It always cheers me up when I've been transformed into something."

Joxer munched gratefully. That Argo. What a girl.

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Xena: Warrior Princess, Gabrielle, Joxer, Argo, and all other characters who have appeared in the series, together with the names, titles and backstory are the sole copyright property of StudiosUSA and Renaissance Pictures. No infringement of copyrights or trademarks is intended in the writing of this fan fiction. This story is copyright © 2000 by Kawcrow and is her sole property along with the story idea. This story cannot be sold or used for profit in any way. Copies of this story may be made for private use only and must include all disclaimers and copyright notices.