Okay, BabyGuy has been returned safely home. He’s teaching his dad how to mix a martini and speak with an accent.
Now, what this party needs is a little less sex and a nice, healthy road trip, and some fire. It wouldn’t be Guy Stuff if we didn’t travel and blow something up. Oh, we need to break some laws, too.
There’s a helicopter on the roof. I say we take it and go destroy something. Unless, of course, the helicopter got here by perfectly safe and legal means. Then it would be boring. VB, did you steal that helicopter, or is it yours legally? Please say you stole it, please oh please oh please…
HEY VB: I could show up until I was fashionably late…
But I’m here now Flyboy…let me help you with the flight suit…pop that oil bottle into the hot tub to warm, we’re going to want that. Later.
I hearby declare that the helicopter is stolen, and has plenty of room; the IFF is set, and the mini-guns have plenty of ammo, so bring on the pumpkins!
dragonlady, you read my mind; the oil is warming up as we speak.
Persephone honey I agree with you; we need to blow something up, get chased, etc. Maybe we can even test out the blackhawks’ countermeasures, and dodge a stinger or two!
Shadowfox, here, catch! (VB tosses a bottle of 151 to shadow-baby)
Ther’e more where that came from; I have cases of the stuff (also stolen).
Now if I could get Falc to pay attention, we could get this party rockin’!