But, before Rousseau can do anything, I grab him by the ears, kiss him soundly and stuff a cherry up his left nostril.
Happy now, Roussea?
Everyone runs away from Vestal Blue because he’s smothered his nether regions with VD! And then Surgoshan gets his butt kicked for saying, “historically, Byzantine’s already lost” because he apparently has the wrong history book!
Byzantine, after a few days rest and fun with her father, returns to the fray with two mighty hand fulls of… well, looks like I’ve got my hands on Surgoshan.
“Now, WHAT were you saying about me?”
That’s A&D, Byz, not VD!
Sheesh! What kinda guy do you think I am, anyway?..No, on second thought, don’t answer that!
C’mere, let me slather you up with a fresh bottle of Cinnamon Oil!
Can’t have you running around dry, now can we?
And Phouka, if you think you can buy Rousseau off that easily, you’re mistaken!
(Right, Rousseau? Uhhhhh… Rousseau?)
VB
TANSTAAFL!
<Rodimus, wide-eyed and innocent, wanders into the room>
And another thing, I just don’t think “gry” is a wor- Sweet Mother McCree! This is…debauched!
<backs against the wall and…accidentally…slips into sitting position to watch the outcome.>
Where’d that quiche get to?
Crap. Try that again. My newbie is showing.
(Rodimus, wide-eyed and innocent, wanders into the room)
And another thing, I just don’t think “gry” is a wor- Sweet Mother McCree! This is…debauched!
(backs against the wall and…accidentally…slips into sitting position to watch the outcome.)
Where’d that quiche get to?
VB tells Roddy to put his tongue back in, and let Shadowfox out of the handcuffs, but only if she promises to be a good girl! I think Rousseau still has the key.
(talking to Byz)
Hey! Quit squirming! I didn’t mean to get the oil there! Here, use this sock; oh, quit whimpering! It’ll feel good in a minute or two!
VB
TANSTAAFL!
Seeing that the Super Soaker is on empty, Rousseau instead hooks up the garden hose with the spray nozzle. After very briefly using the January-cold spray to cool his own loins, he shouts a quick warning to VB and turns the nozzle on the offending females.
Phouka, in her attempt to escape the icy spray, slips in a puddle of…something…and falls on her back. Rousseau is instantaneously atop her, and he points the nozzle point-blank on the bullseye…
The IQ of a group is equal to the IQ of the dumbest member divided by the number of people in the group.
Seeing Phoukas’ predicament, VBs’ jaw drops in shock and amazement!
“Holy Hemhorroids! A Douche Touche!” He claps hand to head, and looks at Rousseau with admiration.
VB
TANSTAAFL!
:::wraps blanket around self, climbs into bleachers:::
I cannot compete with this. They are too much for me. I will sit here quietly, eat quiche and peeled grapes, and cheer for the women.
I think I’m going to need something to wipe this seat off with first, though…these men here have been, well, enjoying the proceedings.
Oh, fine, Rousseau, so you’re not happy with the cherry. Let’s see how you like the <font color=“yellow”>bananas</font>!
And with that, I deftly ram a banana into the supersoaker spout and another into Rousseau’s leering mouth.
As he tries to unfoul his works, I sprint off laughing.
But, oh, no! I’ve hit a puddle of cinnamon oil and go sliding into . . .
…a strategically placed kiddie-pool full of JELLO!!! Discarding the bannana and tossing the hose to VB, I dive in after you, and the wrestling ensues…
The IQ of a group is equal to the IQ of the dumbest member divided by the number of people in the group.
…The clutches of VB, Who, having just enough Cinnamon oil left, puts it where it will do the most good, and feeling instantly returns to Phoukas’ ahem, causing her to cuddle up to VB gratefully, prior to remembering that he’s on the opposing team. Sigh. Oh well!
VB
TANSTAAFL!
Rats! You beat me to it, but I’ll be damned if I’ll just stand there and hold the hose!
(jumping in the kiddie pool)
My name isn’t Galahad, you know!
Hey Athena, you cuddlesome wench! Care to join us?
VB
TANSTAAFL!
Ooooh, goodie! Two guys to cuddle with.
sigh This is the life.
Byzantine turns to Vestal Blue and smartly retorts, “After all of this suggestive sexual imagery you think I’m dry?” 
“And why are you rubbing me THERE with a SOCK of all things? Do I have to do EVERYTHING around here?!”
Byzantine flings the sock away and turns to find:
…VB blushing furiously (see, he really is a nice guy), yet not so embarrassed that he doesn’t show the gallant reflex…
Ahem, time for a change he says, picking up Byz and throwing her bodily into the Jello pool. Screaming “ladies, poof your hair!” he dives right in after her!
VB
TANSTAAFL!
Ayesha standing slightly behind her, holding a very large bottle of tobasco and refilling the super soakers.
Here Byz, since the men have forgotten all about me I have reloaded both of these bad boys. Now lets go rescue Pouka.
What ? You don’t think she wants to be rescued ? Hmmm, you could be right.
Ayesha turns back to stalking Lion, but finds …
Ayesha - Lioness
There are two solutions to every problem : the wrong one, and mine
(Thomas A. Edison)
Orange,who has been hiding in wait for Byz pounces on her slippery back,grabbing hold of her hair.She swings me around to see…
…VB grinning evily, Jello dripping from his rippling muscles; “thanks, sweetie,” he says, relieving Ayesha of the Super Soakers.
“You didn’t think I’d forget about the crotch clutch, did you?” as he pulls her close and strokes her with the muzzle…
VB
TANSTAAFL!
Pouka, Orange , Byz, somebody, anybody come help me here !
Just as VB is about to toast Ayesha’s most sensitive body parts…
Ayesha - Lioness
There are two solutions to every problem : the wrong one, and mine
(Thomas A. Edison)