We definitely need to continue this conversation later, however. And I promise not to mention the chocolate covered boo…er, yeah, those… again.
:eek: JBERGES, don’t point the rockets that way!!! You’re liable to ricochet one and hit one of us! Am I gonna have to zip-tie your other arm?
:: ducks down next to ems’ ear ::
[sub] by the way…do you like honey dust? [/sub]
Alright. Let’s roll.
::Fires a rocket off in **Hastur[/s] general direction, bouncing it off the hood of the other Jag ::
hands them her credit card no limit because I’m not paying for it. This is John’s missing card! By the way, I’m letting John drive. I don’t feel like it today.
Ummmm, Drive? Sorry,ozonebaby, but you know that old thing about “snooze ya’ lose”? I know they’re your cars, but ems and Lady Juliet have already called dibs on the drivin’. The Lady has a bump on her head and a drink in one hand, but she’s good to go.
These little sporty Jaguar convertibles sure don’t have much seating room! Now Speaker for the Dead has jumped in next to Lady J. Maybe he can help her shift gears. (and stuff) o-baby, looks like you’ll just have to sit in my lap and launch the bottle rockets. Watch out for those fingers on Flamsterette_X! Anything that can type 10,000 words per minute is hot! Gives us a big advantage in the bottle rocket fight, though. No need to worry about gettin’ ‘em lit! Just touch ‘em to the Flamster’s fingertips. Wearia: If you don’t know what to do with that bottle of Jack Daniels sippin’ whiskey, pass it down here to us. The Flamster and I know what it’s for. ;). Maybe the five of us crammed into these two bucket seats can work a few body shots in while we’re ridin’. And Wearia, hang on up there on the back of the seat! And watch your feet!
“I do not ride on the bumper.” Hastur leaps from bumper of car #1 into seat of car #2, with ems, Stiletto, Mudshark and JBERGES. Looks like ems and Stiletto are doin’ somethin’ in that car with a pot full of melted chocolate. What the huh?
Stomp it, Lady J.! ems is catchin’ up with us! Fire away with the rockets, o-baby and Wearia .
Whatta’ shot! o-baby zapped a bottle rocket right into their chocolate pot. Damn, that’s a mess! Gonna take a lot of lickin’ to clean that up. Glad that’s in the other car. Here’s where we really get ‘em.
** Speaker **! Pay attention to shiftin’ gears and quit givin’ Lady J. a neck massage while she’s tryin’ to drive. And; ozonebaby, that is your credit card. Mine have all been canceled.
Let’s take another shot at ‘em. Wearia, aim a couple of bottle rockets at JBERGES’ flappin’ arm. The results should be interesting. SPEAKER! Do NOT pour that “Bondage in a Bottle” stuff on Lady Juliet.! She’s tryin’ to drive here, Man.
Flamster? o-baby? One of you ready to do some body-shots with the Jack Daniels? We’ve got a little breathin’ space right now with the Bad Guys havin’ to lick that chocolate mess up.
Being covered in chocolate kinda makes it difficult to drive…it’s a bit sticky in here.
Do we need a clean up - I can still drive but what about the rockets?
Hopefully Speaker & Lady Juliet will be distracted with “Bondage in a Bottle” so we can get revenge.
Hey, Flamsterette!!! This is supposed to be for FUN!!!
Didn’t you promise to only use those powers for good?
I think we should make a rule that we are restricted to mundane weapons here. You know. Like these lovely chocolate-covered bottle-rockets. fires a 6-pack of rockets in the direction of the other Jag
Hey, [ems], pull over to the curb for a minute. We can catch up…but for a bottle-rocket war, we just aren’t properly prepared. *jumps out at the curb, grabs the lids off of the 3 metal trash-cans that are conveniently sitting there. Passes them out to JBERGES and Hastur, keeps one for himself. *
Alright. Now we’re properly prepared. Let’s keep rolling. We can stop to clean up later…though it could take quite a while. [sub]besides, ems you look lovely in chocolate. I’ll be happy to help you clean up later. [/sub]
Hey ozonebaby this credit card does have your name on it. [sub]looks down at the card he has, and realizes that it says “ozonebby” across the front.[/sub]…or, um, maybe it’s just a bad forgery. Oh, well. I’m sure we can figure it out at some point
fires another 6 pack of bottle-rockets at the other Jag…Yells “FORE!” at the top of his lungs.
Good thing we still have lots of rockets. Hey, isn’t this supposed to be bumper tag? Let’s go get 'em, ems! Floor it.
[sub]And just fyi, honey dust is a creation from the kama sutra. It’s effectively a very finely powdered honey, usually brushed on with a feather brush. I’m sure you can figure out what to do with it after that. [/sub]
JCoM reels backwards and falls on the moving car’s trunk.
“Damn, I’ve taken six direct bottle rocket hits to some mostly vital parts. And all this was to save Wearia ! There’s only one thing that will save me now…Straight Jack Daniels mixed with chocolate!
Oh yoo-hoo; Chocolate Covered Wearia : C’mere. Now, ozonebaby , slowly pour that whiskey on Wearia 's neck…and places. I’ll try to lick off enough of the JD/Chocolate mix to sustain life…”
Meanwhile, it looks like the other Jag is gaining advantage! They’ve got those gol-danged garbage can lids on-line, and Speaker is gettin’ all distracted by Lady Juliet so he’s not shootin’ back. Somebody do somethin!
No, no, NOT that! Flamsterette_X , please don’t put your flaming fingers into the crate of bottle rockets! Oh, S***! Hit the deck!:smack:
Stiletto, if I ever did promise to use those powers for good, that must have been in another thread. And since it was in another thread, what was said there doesn’t have any relevance to what I say here. Yes, I know it doesn’t make sense really, but them’s the rules for now.
John Carter, I’m dreadfully sorry, I only wanted to obey the new restrictions on mundane weapons. However, I’m sure that they do make a nice effect… just look at all of them go. Such pretty colors… wooooo.
lobs an open bottle of liquid bondage at Flamsterette
Fine. You don’t wanna play nice, I won’t play nice.
:eek: Ducks quickly behind his garbage can lid, doing his best to cover ems as well, as over 300 bottle rockets come screaming in his direction.
Damn. Okay. No more Mr. Nice Guy.
I was saving this for a more appropriate occasion, but hey, I’ve got another bottle.
reaches into a back pocket and pulls out a small bottle…the part of the label that the other passengers in his car can read says “concen… liquid …-rgasm”. He pops the lid and tosses it at Flamsterette.
again.