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 Posted: Fri Feb 11, 2005 1:29 am
*the mousse warrior roars and attempts to shake the mini-Patsys off, but the salt has severly weakened it. It is breaking down the full fluffiness of the mousse that gives it its powerfully delicious flavor. The mousse begins to melt.
The roar summons help from what few mousses are left patrolling the bar. A few dozen rush to its aide, several cramming themselves into Patsy to keep her occupied while others try to knock the mini-Patsys off the warrior*
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Posted: Fri Feb 11, 2005 1:39 am
*Abandoning their post at the liquor cabinet, additional mini Patsy's join the fray, armed with salt tablets. They immediately engage the enemy with spoons, preferring to save the flavor killing salt tablets until the last possible moment. They attack with spoons, and their mouths are quickly filled with out of control flavor, but they fight on, eating for all that they are worth. Fatty, err... Patsy is handed several additional salt tablets by her troops. She flings her flabby arm onto it, rubbing the salt as deeply as she can into it.*
Die you delectable dish of death!
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Posted: Fri Feb 11, 2005 2:52 am
*Slowly but surely the gigantic Mousse warrior disentegrates from the salt being rubbed forcibly into its' once flavorful being. It begins to melt, screaming in distaste before being reduced to a mound of chocolatey sludge. The remaining Mousse, deprived of their leader, effect a tactical retreat into the caverns of the Bistro, hiding amongst the shadows. Several mini Patsy's give chase while others stay behind to tend their bulbous leader. Lying on her back, her stomach rises high above her beltline and two of her troops climb the mountain aremd with diet pills to check on her condition. She groans.*
"G - get me a stomach pummmpp..!"
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Posted: Fri Feb 11, 2005 12:29 pm
*Walks in and ists down*
Hey all, what's the haps?
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Posted: Fri Feb 11, 2005 12:37 pm
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Posted: Fri Feb 11, 2005 12:37 pm
... yeah. Hey Selina, how ya doin?
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Posted: Fri Feb 11, 2005 12:44 pm
Doin' okay. Got the day off, so I'm chillin'.
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Posted: Fri Feb 11, 2005 12:45 pm
Eh, I'm in one hell of a weekend... damn work...
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Posted: Fri Feb 11, 2005 12:47 pm
That's a shame. I feel like I got so much spare time that I don't know where to start. I've wasted enough time playing those damned popcap flash games, I need to start something productive.
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Posted: Fri Feb 11, 2005 4:17 pm
*Tramples off to the kitchen and bakes cookies*
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Posted: Fri Feb 11, 2005 4:32 pm
oh?
sad
I guess I didn't need to stop by the farm and pick up this fresh batch of Ma's classic chocolate chip cookies then?
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Posted: Fri Feb 11, 2005 4:33 pm
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Posted: Fri Feb 11, 2005 4:34 pm
eek ....
scream !!! crying
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Posted: Fri Feb 11, 2005 4:48 pm
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Posted: Fri Feb 11, 2005 4:53 pm
*sits down and swats a stray mousse away*
Evening.
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