HUh??/ What??? Mommy is that you??? Oh Obsidian Flutterby is it?? Why Thank YOu for being so nice… everyone else here is too busy being hedonistic to care… You’re really nice Obsidian, I think I’ll write your name down in my special notebook so I’ll always remember your beautiful …
What??? It was right here…Where is it??? Oh my no!! My Mom gave me that noteboooooo… Is that it in the fire??? JEZEBEL!!! Obsidian Flutterby I name you JEZEBEL, using your feminine wiles on me, Mom warned me about women like you! JEEEEEEEEEEZZZZZZZEEEEEEBBBB…
Detop, what are you doing??? Are you trying to kis… COUGH…cough cough… No, I don’t smoke… It’s just not heal…Heyyyyyyyyyy, wait a minute… I’m begining to relax a littl… Gurgle, splutter, cough… Ummmm, detop I don’t drink either, Mom says… heyyyyyyyyy, maybe I was wrong about all you guys… Cm’here you guys, I love you all… Man, you guys are so cool…
Huh? What? Handcuffs, where did you get that cage ??? I’m calling Amnesty International … You guys are so gonna get it…
Umm… Come to think of it, there was that guy in the suit who knocked at the door and asked to speak to “a responsible adult”. I just started laughing, and gave him some jello shots and the bong. But that was a few days ago; I think he’s still here somewhere…
Spice up the party? I realized someone forgot to invite Esprix.
Anyway, while we’re waiting for him to show up, lets put the spatula and some ice cubes to use and torture Hamlet. Sorry, getting some weed and loosening up that way doesn’t fully atone for trying to tattle us off to Coldfire. Plus, it’s too late for that now. Guilty by association and all that.
Can someone find out what’s going on in the rubber room. I think it’s hardygrrl and Jeff Hardy. Be ready, they may want some toys.
Sunspace suddenly wakes from a dream in which condiment-clad dancers are doing indescribable and amazing things to him, to each other, and to passers-by around a blazing fire…
…to discover that reality is not that much different. Except that the fire is mostly out.
Then he tries to move. An almost superhuman effort gets him unstuck from the couch–the squelching sound is the least of his worries–and he croaks, “Water…”
JEZEBEL! Why I never… I’m not Jezebel that’s another poster! -huffs at Whammo as he goes around saying he got laid- Yah advertise it aaaaallll around why don’tcha? I don’t need a reputation specially considering how unsullied mine is. -straightens the halo that appears at a rakish tilt over her head-
Hey Hamlet! Thirsty? -gets her water gun and sprays it in the direction of his mouth only it’s filled with vodka instead of water-
Ow! Hey! Whammo, just remember that my head doesn’t come off like yours does.
I guess with a Francophone it really is a menage a trois!
[sub]I can’t believe I am saying such things[/sub]
::The door to the rubber room opens. hardygrrl is on the floor as Jeff Hardy licks whipped cream off of her back::
Guys…just five more minutes. Please.
::Jeff picks hardygrrl up, throws her over his shoulder and carries her to the Jello Pit::