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 Posted: Fri Feb 11, 2005 12:54 am
*Remy's kittens waddle over to the impending table of catnip mousse and the army of countless kittens crawls up knocked over furniture...moving in closer....and they POUNCE!*
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Posted: Fri Feb 11, 2005 12:54 am
Mssr Remy LeBeau *their tails sticking straight up and noses twitching at the smell of catnip....Remy's army of Brats turn and stare at the army of mouse wide-eyed and slowly start to crawl towards the tables....eyes wide and throats growling....*
Several fly up to the rafters, unsure of themselves, while one lone mousse, braver than the other, flies over to one of the cats, puffing up it's whipped cream menacingly*
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Posted: Fri Feb 11, 2005 12:55 am
Lucifer Morningstar Mssr Remy LeBeau *their tails sticking straight up and noses twitching at the smell of catnip....Remy's army of Brats turn and stare at the army of mouse wide-eyed and slowly start to crawl towards the tables....eyes wide and throats growling....*
Several fly up to the rafters, unsure of themselves, while one lone mousse, braver than the other, flies over to one of the cats, puffing up it's whipped cream menacingly*
*POUNCE!*
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Posted: Fri Feb 11, 2005 12:59 am
*mousses fly upwards, panicing, trying to flee the cats. An entire contingent defects and crashes out the windows. Streams of mousses flee the onslaught. The majority, however, remain behind, determined to defend their moussey honor from the cats.
They pile together and drown several cats in chocolate.*
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Posted: Fri Feb 11, 2005 12:59 am
*Hurriedly, Patsy withdraws several bottles of Remy's secret blend from which he makes his gelatin shooters.*
Ok, what we have to do is feed the contents of these bottles into the sprinkler system. Their contents are strong enough to intoxicate Superman for days at a time, so we can pretty much count on at least destroying the Bistro. I need you soldiers to take charge of this while I set out in search of the Mousse collective.
*She takes off unaware that she is being followed by a laser guided straw which tracks her carefully. She pauses at a fork in the hallway, deciding on which direction to take when she is suddenly blasted by a ball of whipped cream in the face. She looks around anxiously, but sees nothing.*
Oh no! I'm being hunted!
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Posted: Fri Feb 11, 2005 1:02 am
Lucifer Morningstar *mousses fly upwards, panicing, trying to flee the cats. An entire contingent defects and crashes out the windows. Streams of mousses flee the onslaught. The majority, however, remain behind, determined to defend their moussey honor from the cats.
They pile together and drown several cats in chocolate.*
*Remy looks at Lucifer* You created dese t'ings, didn' you? I hope you intend to pay de damages. (I hasta get to bed so hopefully the Brats took care of that portion of the war) Night all!
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Posted: Fri Feb 11, 2005 1:03 am
Patsy Walker *Hurriedly, Patsy withdraws several bottles of Remy's secret blend from which he makes his gelatin shooters.* Ok, what we have to do is feed the contents of these bottles into the sprinkler system. Their contents are strong enough to intoxicate Superman for days at a time, so we can pretty much count on at least destroying the Bistro. I need you soldiers to take charge of this while I set out in search of the Mousse collective. *She takes off unaware that she is being followed by a laser guided straw which tracks her carefully. She pauses at a fork in the hallway, deciding on which direction to take when she is suddenly blasted by a ball of whipped cream in the face. She looks around anxiously, but sees nothing.* Oh no! I'm being hunted!
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Posted: Fri Feb 11, 2005 1:04 am
Mssr Remy LeBeau *the drowned kittens pop their heads up from the mess, whipped cream and chcoclate goo all over their fur as their tails twitch and they dive in, alongw ith the rest of the Brats, all ganging up on this smaller ambush!*
*Remy looks at Lucifer* You created dese t'ings, didn' you? I hope you intend to pay de damages. (I hasta get to bed so hopefully the Brats took care of that portion of the war) Night all!
You better hope your insurance policy covers acts of vengeful mousse.
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Posted: Fri Feb 11, 2005 1:07 am
Lucifer Morningstar Mssr Remy LeBeau *the drowned kittens pop their heads up from the mess, whipped cream and chcoclate goo all over their fur as their tails twitch and they dive in, alongw ith the rest of the Brats, all ganging up on this smaller ambush!*
*Remy looks at Lucifer* You created dese t'ings, didn' you? I hope you intend to pay de damages. (I hasta get to bed so hopefully the Brats took care of that portion of the war) Night all!
You better hope your insurance policy covers acts of vengeful mousse. Night all***
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Posted: Fri Feb 11, 2005 1:10 am
*Realizing that she has suddenly become the hunted, Patsy takes off down the hall desperately in search of a spoon. A stream of whipped cream shoots from nowhere and knocks her to the floor.*
What the hell hit me?
*She can see nothing and her hand absently reachs for the remaining salt pellets in her pocket. Though they may be the most delicious dessert in the world, their hold over anyone would be effectively broken were salt to be added to their list of ingredients.*
Come and get me you son of a...
*Another stream of whipped cream fires on her hands and knocks the salt pellets free, disentegrating them.*
NNnnoooo!
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Posted: Fri Feb 11, 2005 1:10 am
Are you implying I lack the intregity to refrain from conjuring money? You wound me. I would never do such a thing.
I may recreate a bar from total nothingness damn angels... but I'm not going to screw with an economy just to clean up some chocolate.
*mousses have killed only three cats but the rest are stumbling around, stoned from the catnip. They can't see straight, much less continue to attack the mousses. Several cats have even begun a small choir on the bar counter, attempting to sing Carmina Burana.
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Posted: Fri Feb 11, 2005 1:14 am
Patsy Walker *Realizing that she has suddenly become the hunted, Patsy takes off down the hall desperately in search of a spoon. A stream of whipped cream shoots from nowhere and knocks her to the floor.* What the hell hit me? *She can see nothing and her hand absently reachs for the remaining salt pellets in her pocket. Though they may be the most delicious dessert in the world, their hold over anyone would be effectively broken were salt to be added to their list of ingredients.* Come and get me you son of a... *Another stream of whipped cream fires on her hands and knocks the salt pellets free, disentegrating them.* NNnnoooo!
Suddenly, when only half their number have been eaten, they flee for no apparent reason, zooming back the way they came.*
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Posted: Fri Feb 11, 2005 1:17 am
*A giant Mousse steps from the shadows in front of Patsy. Unlike any Mousse she has ever seen before. This one is sleek, muscular, and armor plated. She hopes to utilize her speed and agility by leaping clear, but the mousse surprises even her by proving to be far quicker and more agile.*
Oh s**t!
*With a sturdy looking straw mounted onto its' shoulder, following Patsy's every move, the mousse looks on curiously as she backs herself against a wall, her mind racing furiously*
There are diet pills in my purse! I have to get to my purse!
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Posted: Fri Feb 11, 2005 1:19 am
*Confident that, now against a wall, Patsy cannot escape, the mousse moves forward, shoving the straw into Patsy's mouth to comense force-mousse-feeding.
It's whipped cream quivers with anticipation, its cinnimon-dusted surface sending up clouds up spice*
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Posted: Fri Feb 11, 2005 1:25 am
*Diving from the rafters, a swarm of mini Patsy's latch onto the great beast. They cling desperately to it as it shudders and shimmies in an effort to shake them loose. They cannot work fast enough, and the pounds pile onto their commander in chief. 250 - 300 - 350 - 400 pounds and counting and the sumptious dessert keeps on coming. They break open their salt tablets and begin to cram the powder into its' creamy cranium praying for the best*
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