Astroboy climbs out from behind the sofa, looking a bit worn…
Hey, what day is it?
Someone pass me the bong, the nitrous tank, a beer, and a sledgehammer (in that order, please!)…
Ginger! You’re all…like… darker and stuff! Did you do tan lines? I LOVE tan lines!! They make it easier to play airport… [sup]What’s every one looking at? You never played airport??[/sup]
Hey! COOL! Chia house!!
I don’t know if they’re really tan lines, since it’s fake-a-bake.
I wondered what happened to you. I thought I broke you or something.
We’re, likecoff, splutter, choke… in different time-spaces in our mental realities, man!* 'ere! Astroboy passes the bong to Ginger*
Ginger passes the bong along to the next person as she’s terribly allergic to marijuana and all of its various forms…
[sup]s’ry! 'ere!![/sup] Astroboy passes the nitrous tank to Ginger
Hmm…I’ll take that. We’ll have a viewing party later. In a VCR that no one has sprayed silly string in.
Ginger’s head floats away…taking the video from the bedroom with her…
Astroboy quickly shotguns a beer… swoons for a second… then strightens up…
OK! Where’s the sledgehammers???
Hey, Ginger! Come back with that tape, dammit! I want to see!!
No, you can’t have it. If you let Arden get her muckers on it, the next thing you know it’ll be broadcast on the internet.
Well, duh! That’s what I’m hoping for!
Wakes up saturday morning, wipes the drool from his face, crawls out of the bathroom closet
What the hell happened?? I feel like somebody hit me with that sledgehammer.
Hey! Not unless there’s substantial amounts of money involved!
I’ll give you twenny bucks and a picture of Persephone if you don’t.
Well since I’ve apparently killed Whammo…
::Gets out of tub and heads towards the couch::
Astroboy, hand me a beer and something to poke a hole in the side with. Ihaven’t shotgunned a beer in years. 
blearily hands hardygrrl a beer and an awl
Shotgunning is awe-inspiring?
Damn, Astro, you gotta get out more.
::Pokes hole in side of beer can,lifts it smoothly to her lips,pops the top and drinks it down without wasting a drop::
Still have my touch I see
::edges in through door hanging drunkenly from the hinges::
HOLY toxic waste dump! This place looks like cross between a Manila cathouse and a morgue! Is Whammo dead…?
Well, he twitched. Could be post mortem spasms but damn, lookit his face. That greenish tinge is either lethal hangover or crusted guacamole.
I myself just (ahem!) stopped by to check on Coldy’s plants. I, uh, just brought along Guinness because the plants like it. Great for dusting off plastic…
Ah, hell. The stero’s smoking rubble. Drat. HEY! Anybody check to see if he took his Peugot or his new bike?
Veb
The Peugot’s in impound, the cops having taken a dim view of my latest attempt at the land speed record. The bike I used as part of my daring escape, but I had to ditch it in a canal some miles back. Oh well…we can replace that with this here two-speed Huffy and he’ll never know the difference.
Pictures? Who’s got pictures of me???
Aw, hell. I told my husband I was going to a crochet convention.
How much for the pictures?