My, my, my. Said Jack.
Not a second later, another women who looked exactly like Jack’s wife bounded into the parlor! “Hold it right there, you she-demon! Jack! I’m Xanthippe! She’s really your wife! Er, the she-demon!” “Shut up, Xanthippe,” quipped Xanthippe.
"Oh, My Freaking God … " Muttered DaveBear from an entirely different thread, but heard clearly through the thin SDMB walls.
“Porter? Sidney, the Porter, I believe I’ve killed the thread!”
“Quite likely, sir, you seem to be good at that.” Sidney the Canadian Porter, eh, replied, while pushing a luggage cart loaded with 16 cases of Sarsaparilla … in from the set of two other stories.
“Right,” affirmed John the Other Porter, “but don’t let anyone know about the…”
“Secret Sarsaparilla!”
“Shut up about Secret Sarsaparilla and finish the story already”, groused the Lurker.
“Two Xanthippes?” Jack said, his head swimming. Could they be clones?
“Utterly different, though.” he observed, in a bust of insight.
very interesting, Xanthippes(s) bust(s) are, Jack mused. Perhaps this is the way I can discover who is actually the evil Xanthippes and who is my dead ex-wife!
While wondering, however, Jack felt two hands grab him and tie belts around him. (
I had to.)
Xcited Topaz is making me.
"You know too much for your own good, Xanthippes snarled.
“Zounds!” cried Jack, “She’s about to smother me with those things!”
“Aaaahhhhhh…,” said Jack, thinking this might not be such a bad way to go.
“Beautiful beautiful busts…” said Jack, as he drifted toward oblivion.