well, hello there, ya big dumb oaf.
ehBeth's Hummer re-enters, seemingly without a driver.
Ahhhh, the tiny, all-powerful Noddy is on her pillow behind the wheel.
She is bringing chocolate supplies for all of the PMS'ing warrior goddesses.
Seeing the chocolates, sensing the pheromone surge, the men panic.
cav puts littlek at the top of his hit list for turning a perfectly good melee into some choccy love-fest....
Scoates finishes off his bag of chips, shakes it upside down, then peers inside disappointed. After looking about for help, and finding none, he's waddles away from the brawl.
ehBeth senses cav trying to make a move on the femmes chocolate.
<He must be dealt with>
ehBeth winks at Noddy, who puts the hummer into gear, adjusts her glasses and rowwwwwwwwrrrrrrrrr
Chocolate?
Bunny re-enters the melee, from work, clutching a bunch of files under her arm, with the crumbs of her lunch still on her whiskers, and her cup of quince flavoured green tea clasped in one paw.....
With her forepaw, she clutches the aiming muzzle of her forward mounted laser cannon, (set to DEEP stun, of course!) and strafes the mins with its bright, red light.
They fall to the floor - frozen - their eyes wide open in shock - where they will remain for HOURS!!!!!
The wimmins descend, in safety, upon the chocolate.
Bunny meanwhile superglues the two halves of the stunned Craven together - mischievously drawing spectacles and a moustache on his sleeping face - and re-assembles the fallen - carefully gluing them together with magic healing Bunny super glue....
She turns to the chocolate.....
Unfortunately most of the mins vaporize anyway. All except for Scoates, who was bending over to pick up yet another chip, which his stubby little fingers let slip.
cav, in perfect obi-wan kenobi style, murmers "strike me down, I shall become more powerful than you can imagine..."
Short but bloody, this thread...
Kinda Napoleonic, really...
Meanwhile, Gautam the *B*anker, freezes everybody's bank accounts to prevent access to funds to buy choclates of mass destruction
That'll mean death if anyone in the melee is pre-menstrual, you know...
Dev enters the melee hormones ablaze...I AM PMS-ing. Just call me "Estro-gena!" I heard chocolate mentioned from several threads over! The Banker gets it! She seizes upon him and claws him to death!...then turns to chocolate! 'Estro-gena' now on corner on haunches savagely devouring the delicious morsels rocking to and fro contentedly in a trance...
fbaezer peaks at the room.
It has a strong stench: a mixture of blood, gunpower, and chocolate.
As he walks though, he picks up some remaining limbs of the befallen men, passes by a deranged Scoates, who's picking pieces of air, and an equally crazed person of unknown gender, dressed in Jedi gear, murmuring chants in a forgotten language.
He notices on a far corner a group of Amazons. Their faces are covered with blood, grease, chocolate and moisturizing cream. These barbaric women dance to their pagan goddess, Terminatrix PMS, of whom they have made a chocolate totem.
fbaezer is discovered by the Amazons, totally stripped of his clothes, and tied to the totem.
It seems he's going to be subject to some kind of sweet torture...>
Kanny finds a lavender-colored piece of paper under his door with some words on it. Having never learned to read, he doesn't know what it could be.
"Mmm, pretty paper," He says, and eats it.
Drom wonders whether Fbaezer would prefer to be freed, or left there.
She also wonders why Kanny has morphed from being the smartest of the evil Cansmen into someone who eats paper. She sighs, and reads the content of the letter through Kanny's letterbox.
Drom then realizes that it was Cacky she was thinking of, when she remembers the third of the brothers, the brutish Canny, of whom she has only heard legendary tales of his un"canny" strength and his equally astonishing feeble-mindedness.
'Ah!', Drom says. 'In that case, don't name your doll after me.'
Then she hides away.
