GBS is feeling much better. Knowing that StrTrkr777 has one eye on the fight and one eye on her, she winks at PB and secretly sticks herself with a pin. Slowly deflating she gets out a, help, help, VB, StrTrkr777, THespos. Oh, and is MR. Bear on the way!!! 
And somehow, got sucked into being a part of it.
:Keeping one eye on Trkr, VB, PB and GBS while listening for Mr. Bear, Smoothy goes over to untie Ogre’s feet. Sitting close to his head, she starts explaining why it’s not nice to pound on people’s head especially if you like them:
Ogre sits up and shakes his head in confusion.
“Duh-yup. Ogre be good now.”
One giant paw reaches out for purplebear.
“Fuzzy purple George! Me hug!”
StrTrkr whacks him across the knuckles.
:whimper: “Why you hurt Ogre? Me just like fuzzy purple George!”
Deciding to take Trkr’s advice, I take off my blouse, leaving only my dark purple sports bra on, and shake out most of the ants, which are clinging to the blouse now instead of me. Being cooler, I decide to stay that way for the remainder of the fight.
Thank you very much, Trkr, you’re too kind. Perhaps I should have. I’ll find you later, when you’re done taking care of the lovely GBS.
Now, honey, really. Must you get so violent all the time? He’s really a sweetie when you get to know him. <waiting til his back is turned, then dumping a large bucket of ice water on his head to cool him off, then running for her life!> :eek:
While running, I pick up an anvil laying around, and drop it on VB’s head, for being so mean to me. Oh! <in my best syrupy mommy voice> Did that hurt your iddy biddy haid, snookums? There, there. Have some ice! <grabbing some from the bucket that didn’t go onto Mr Bear’s head and dumping on VB’s>
GBS, you go girl! 
Thank you, Smoothie, most kind of you to explain to this ignominious cretin that head pounding isn’t appreciated by the fairer sex.
Ogre, really, now. Tell you what, I’ll give you a hug, ok? Around your finger, since I don’t think I can reach around anything else. No, no, your pointing finger, not that one! 
And, my name’s purplebear, not George. I’m a girl, see?
guuuuuhhhhhuuhuhhhhh
still dazed. not by the beating, but by the wild mouth-to-mouth action he got.
Spidey notices that side-effects from chemicals used to vaporize her original tree house have apparently rendered her invisible, which prevents her from being granted a lease to any of the condos where she applied.
Gingerly stepping over the dazed jb_farley, who may also be invisible to mere mortals, she retrieves all the ants PB shook out of her blouse, and thoughtfully eats them.
Trkr of course realizes that GBS is just looking for attention, but hey giving women attention is my middle name. Well it is really Thomas, but that is another story.
GBS, I think you did that on purpose. Now I have to blow you up all over again.
Heck, I would rather blow on GBS than fight anyday.
Jeffery
Yes, it appears that jb_farley has also become invisble, which can be an advantage in a battle such as this.
Meanwhile, Spidey invisibly approaches the evil twin with the goatee and retrieves egg sac, noticing all the little baby spiders are hatching, and they are invisible too. Invisible tiny spiders with lots of wiggling little legs. . . . (diabloical laughter)
Trkr having been involved with GBS did not realize that PB had indeed removed her blouse.
Hmm, a purple bra. Now the question at hand is does she have on purple panties or did she not take the time to match them this morning?
I sure wish I could see that spider, I do not trust her.
Jeffery
oh no! my retinas are invisible and I can’t see a good goddamned thing. I start to wander around, and accidentally bump into a blouseless Purple Bear.
oh god, there I go passing out again.
Spider searches for trees from which to launch her army of invisible babies, but alas, the landscape has been decimated (the original reason she entered the fray).
Instead, she sets up camp on top of the largest and tallest available monuments: THespos (still five times his original size) and Ogre. The little invisible spiderlings launch off into the wind, onto the faces and bodies of all the other contestants, and encase them in threads and webs, tighter than mummies.
(more diabolical laughter . . . .mweee tee hee)
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“George girl’s name? Hey! What kinda girl name is George?”
Ogre looks by turns suspicious and confused.
“Hug nice!”
A giant grin splits his face.
“Me sorry about VB. Maybe somebody inflate him, huh?”
Ogre stands up and starts trying to repair the damage. He picks up the trees that he uprooted and crams them back into the ground…at least one of them upside down.
What can I say? Ogres ain’t bright.
Spidey notices one of the trees which Ogre has righted presents the possibility of a new home for her and her unseen brood. Calls all the kids, everyone regroups in the new tree. Plotting and planning ensues about which mummified captives to store in the tree to snack on later. So engrossed are all the spiders in their scheme hatching, that they fail to notice. . .
…the rain of anvils from Mr. Bear. They land willy-nilly, bonking human and ogre alike, stripping leaves and spiderlings off the trees in a whirlwind of tumbling, Acme ™ iron.
Ogre scratches his head and peers about.
“Who bonk head?” He shrugs. Ogre skulls are very tough.
He bends over and pokes jb.
“Hey. You OK?”
Errr…that should be Thespos, not VB, that got flattened, and needs to be inflated.
Damned complicated storyline!
Most of the spiders are feeling quite crushed by now, and feel the need for a snack to re-enervate them. However, the rain of anvils woke most of the hapless mummified victims from their venom-induced torpor, and the adrenalin rush enables them to break free of their bonds (except those of them which need to be re-inflated)(?).
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Soon all the contestants are milling around, hatching plots or reinflating each other, and all the spiders are sulking.
Or maybe skulking. Spiders are good at that.
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Groggily Smoothy drags the sticky strands of spider web off of her body and checks to make sure everyone else is at least breathing if not mobile. Sitting on a fallen tree, she wonders why SpiderWomen doesn’t nest under some of the tree trunks. She walks over to Ogre to see if he would be willing to help resusitate the others or at least loosen the web from them when he turns and…
holy shit! the baby spiders have spun me to the ground, a la gulliver and the lilliputians. must… get… up…
must… eat… dead kittens…
the struggling is too much, and I pass out yet again.
Spider is thinking; this jb_farley character is either faint of heart, or likes lying around a lot.
She eyes fallen tree trunks all over the scene of destruction, and wonders if actually, this may have driven up the real estate values. Soon all the arachnids will be wanting rustic settings such as this primitive scene.
(tells children to pick up all their scattered threads and put them away under a log, scuttles off to dream up marketing scheme)
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(notices invisibility has almost worn off)