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 Posted: Thu Feb 10, 2005 11:42 pm
Goodnight Donna.
*goes and sits in the corner and drinks alone*
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Posted: Thu Feb 10, 2005 11:49 pm
*bitterly releases 600 flying mousses into the bar before leaving*
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Posted: Thu Feb 10, 2005 11:52 pm
Noooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo!!!
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Posted: Thu Feb 10, 2005 11:53 pm
*several mousses fly down from the rafters and chase Kitty*
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Posted: Thu Feb 10, 2005 11:55 pm
*Walks back into the Bistro and notices the mousse demons flying about**
What the..? Whoah! We're gonna need a bigger spoon!
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Posted: Thu Feb 10, 2005 11:59 pm
*damned mousses swarm Patsy*
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Posted: Fri Feb 11, 2005 12:01 am
*Buzzing like hornets they give chase. Patsy leaps over the bar top and sprays them with seltzer*
I knew I shouldn't have had that double hot fudge sundae!
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Posted: Fri Feb 11, 2005 12:03 am
*most of the mousses dodge the seltzer, those that are hit flop to the ground in a chocolatey mess*
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Posted: Fri Feb 11, 2005 12:09 am
Eww! Remy's gonna have a mess in the morning when I call in sick!
*The remaining mousses give chase. Patsy quickly springs back to her feet and leaps onto the bar top itself. She grabs a unopened bottle of Pepsi and begins to shake vigorously while trying to avoid the onslaught of chocolatey goodness. One avoids her actions by seperating from its' cup and flinging itself into her mouth, forcing her to injest it.*
Mmm! Mph! Ymmmm! So good!
*Another flies in from behind and is kicked out of the way, sent hurtling to the floor. Half a dozen more converge on her and hover menacingly. She continues to shake the Pepsi bottle, points... and sprays.*
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Posted: Fri Feb 11, 2005 12:13 am
*mousses explode outward in an attempt to flee the pepsi onslaught. Most are caught in the carbonated shower, which melts the whipped cream. They wobble through the air, spilling themselves and creating a rain of chocolate. In a desperate attempt to see that their lives are not lost in vain, they spill themselves on Patsy. Two manage to make it directly to her mouth. Three mousses escape intact and flee to the rafter to resume plotting.
The mousse army hovers uncertainly out of range of attack, trying to find a weakness they can exploit.*
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Posted: Fri Feb 11, 2005 12:20 am
*The two Mousses are quickly devoured as Patsy scrambles for a more defensible position. She watches them hovering from a distance, buzzing in formation, their mini wings flapping feverishly. She wipes the corner of her mouth, careful not to peek too far over the bar from behind which she spies them.*
Why the hell did I have to cancel my Athletic club membership?
*Acting quickly, she sets the spray guns out on top of the counter, effectively establishing a line of fire protecting her from the sugar-laden menace. She checks the pumps to ensure that they are primed and keeps a wary watch on them from the corner of her eye while fumbling about the cash register for her keys.*
Where did my Hellbabies go?
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Posted: Fri Feb 11, 2005 12:21 am
Patsy Walker Eww! Remy's gonna have a mess in the morning when I call in sick!
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Posted: Fri Feb 11, 2005 12:23 am
Mssr Remy LeBeau Patsy Walker Eww! Remy's gonna have a mess in the morning when I call in sick!
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Posted: Fri Feb 11, 2005 12:25 am
Patsy Walker *The two Mousses are quickly devoured as Patsy scrambles for a more defensible position. She watches them hovering from a distance, buzzing in formation, their mini wings flapping feverishly. She wipes the corner of her mouth, careful not to peek too far over the bar from behind which she spies them.* Why the hell did I have to cancel my Athletic club membership? *Acting quickly, she sets the spray guns out on top of the counter, effectively establishing a line of fire protecting her from the sugar-laden menace. She checks the pumps to ensure that they are primed and keeps a wary watch on them from the corner of her eye while fumbling about the cash register for her keys.* Where did my Hellbabies go?
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Posted: Fri Feb 11, 2005 12:26 am
pow....POW....POW...POW!
*Mousse starts exploding with kinetic charges everywhere*
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