Lady Juliet: thanks. It must come from being raised by parents who were and are evil overlords of their own planet… oops, wrong thread. But seriously, I like being evil sometimes. You gotta have an outlet for all your twisted fantasies, right?
ems, just because I didn’t describe any effects my spray had on you in my post, doesn’t mean it didn’t affect you. Got that? I have now just renewed my spray attack, concentrating on you. Since Hastur has said that he is reliving over and over the experience of his ex dumping him, you get to be the woman giving birth to sextuplets. But here’s an additional twist: not only are you giving birth to so many babies at once, you are doomed to relive the experience over and over! :eek:
Yep… just like the movie “Groundhog Day,” only it’s just one experience you’re reliving endlessly, and you’re not looking for something you did wrong so you can go on to the next day. How do you like THAT? grins evilly
JCoM slowly revives, recovering from the bottle rocket hits. In a languorus mood now Flamsterette_X , thanks for splattering a few drops of Mudshark ‘s Instantliquidorgasminabottle[sup]TM[/sup] on me. That did the trick, alright!
I don’t think we’re gonna’ have much luck winnin’ this game of bumper tag. Lady Juliet hasn’t got her mind on the driving at all. It seems like Speaker for the Dead has been wanting to get his hands on her for years, and now he’s makin’ the most of the opportunity with that neck massage. Lady J., if you’re gonna’ drive, at least open your eyes! Nukeman : Pass some of that Pimms to ozonebaby , please. The chick is gettin’ all uptight and nervous! O-baby, just because this party has wrecked your house, trashed your two Jaguars and maxed out your credit cards, there’s no reason to get tense! I mean, everybody’s havin’ a helluva good time, and nothing else matters, right? Right! ems , I think that The Flamster can stop the effects of that spray so that you’ll no longer continuously experience giving birth to sextuplets. Maybe if you guys would agree to stop using the garbage can lid shields, something could be worked out?
OK, o-baby, get ready. As soon as they drop the shields we’ll launch three dozen bottle rockets at ‘em. Speaker ! Can’t you stop that for just a minute and help with the bottle rocket attack? Also, if you haven’t noticed, I think our driver is swerving towards a store-front. Maybe you should kinda’ grab the wheel or somethin’? :eek:
Well, if Speaker won’t, I will! grabs wheel and narrowly avoids colliding into the local 7-11
John, if ems would stop that thing he’s doing with the garbage can lids (I personally dont’ want to know why he’s stripping), then I might be convinced to stop the effects of the spray… that is, if there is an antidote.
shakes himself vigorously, as if awaking from a horrible dream
Wow. How long was I out? That long?!? Damn. I had this horrible dream that I was trapped in a disney film, and I was a rhino that was trying to play banjo…but what I really wanted to do was sing, and play the violin. And then suddenly everything shifted, and I was working in an artificial insemination lab for mink and ferrets…had to do horrible things with little glass tubes…and then I suddenly turned into Demi Moore, on the set of Showgirls…That has got to be the wierdest series of dreams I’ve ever had.
dodges a flying bottle rocket
:eek: realizes he’s sitting on the back dash of the Jag, wearing nothing but one sock and his bikini briefs
Apparently that was some set of dreams. quickly pulls his pants back on, blushing slightly as he glances at ems…
Alright. This means war. I tried to be nice. I tried to play fair. Now, Flamsterette, you’re gonna pay for that.
:eek: realizes that nobody is really driving the jag right now. Grabs the wheel as they careen past gawking pedestrians.
Whoo! That was close.
carefully moves the twitching ems over to the passenger’s seat, and takes over driving.
Alright. I guess first order of business is finding an antidote for this stuff. I can’t really wait around for it to wear off.
pulls off the road to look up “biochemists” in the phone book
I’ll have to catch up with you all later.
Don’t see what the big problem is with the garbage can lids…you could just as easily get your own.
pulls up next to ems, Wearia and JBERGES on a very black motorcycle
Wow. You guys certainly haven’t gotten very far. I didn’t think I’d find you all this soon.
Tosses a pair of black canvas bags into the back of the Jag, then presses a button on the handlebars of the motorcycle. A red light begins blinking just below the speedometer. Stiletto then jumps off of the moving motorcycle into the back of the Jag. The motorcycle pulls neatly off to the side of the road, turns around, and heads back the way he came
I love that new autopilot feature. Okay. Goodies all around for everybody.
opens the first canvas bag, and takes out a small box. From the small box, he hands a small chocolate-drop to each of his fellow passengers
Okay. A biochem friend of mine developed these. They should keep us from being strongly affected by Flamsterette’s spray stuff. It may still have some effect, though. So try not to get hit with too much of it.
Now. I’ll finish unpacking. Let’s go catch the other Jag. We have a game of bumper tag to win, don’t we?
Alright! Alright! I’m fine, really. My composure is officially regained and I’m good to drive again. But if you wanna continue doing that F_X, that’s fine with me too.
Thanks for the save there too, F_X. Bumper cars would be a bit difficult with a wrecked car. I’ve learned my lesson: Massages & Driving = Big No-No. I guess I tend to lose control when people play with my neck… [insert angelic smiley here]
[sub](Hah, I love how Speaker posts only once (unless I missed something) without much relevancy to our Jaguar/bottle rocket escapades but still develops a substantial role in the thread :D) [/sub]
I think you have underestimated the depth of Speaker’s feelings for you, Lady Juliet. Once he got his hands on your neck, how could he post? He couldn’t force his hands to stop the massage. Now, he seems to have drifted off into some sort of private dream world. Young love does weird things to guys.
ems, if you have issues about (or from :eek: ) something that may have happened when you weren’t in full control of your faculties, I suggest you take it up with Stiletto. The guy is fast and sharp!
OK, Lady J., you’ve got the wheel again, and Flamsterette_X and I are really gonna’ get 'em this time! F_X, light two dozen of these bottle rockets with a single pass of your flaming fingers. We’ll blast 'em good.
It seems that ozonebaby has gone into a state of catatonic withdrawal caused by thinking about the house, car, and credit card lossess, not to mention the loss of her sterling reputatiuon and high standing in the neighborhood. Hey, o-baby; don’t worry about it. Stuff happens, OK?
We’re outnumbered here, with Speaker and o-baby both spaced out.
I think we’ll be OK, though. Lady J., keep it between the white lines, F_X’ll light it up and I’ll keep shootin’ off. (The bottle rockets! the bottle rockets!)
presses a chocolate drop between Hastur’s lips, in hopes that he’ll regain consciousness soon
Hey, John…I wouldn’t be making comments about me being fast and sharp. You’re the one who was hitting on Wearia earlier.
:eek: ducks under the barrage of bottle-rockets from the other Jag, doing his best to cover ems’ prone body on the seat beside him.
[sub] *whispers to ems “Here, I got you these. They’re silk. I really don’t know what happened to the others.” [/sub]
reaches into one of the canvas bags and pulls out a small gift box containing a pair of rather racy black silk panties
Okay. I’m getting a little tired of getting fired on like this. reaches into the other canvas bag, pulls out a handful of brightly colored balls with fuses. He lights a dozen of them and lobbs them into the other jag
We’ll try a little smoke screen first, to give us a chance to get things together. And…reaches into the bag again, retrieving a tightly sealed jar now for the second part of the distraction. Flamsterette_X…these are for you, dear. tosses the unsealed jar into the other Jag I hope you like fleas.
*pulls 6 more bricks of bottle-rockets out of the bag, and starts prepping them for fire. *
Hey, JBERGES, step on it, would ya? We aren’t gonna get a lot of time out of this, you know…
