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 Posted: Wed Jul 08, 2009 11:17 am
eek
So . . . ahh. Do you have fevers with those fits?
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Posted: Wed Jul 08, 2009 11:19 am
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Posted: Wed Jul 08, 2009 11:20 am
See! I told you she was scary and a little freaky, dear
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Posted: Wed Jul 08, 2009 11:21 am
" talk2hand ???" Oh, come on! You're an intelligent, albeit insane, woman! Surely I can get a better retort than " talk2hand "
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Posted: Wed Jul 08, 2009 11:25 am
I think she's mean to me just because I'm not evil.. just like your usual garden variety villain
*turns off her ringing cell phone*
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Posted: Wed Jul 08, 2009 11:27 am
I have extraordinary good hearing, you know.
stare
And I am not 'mean' to you. I simply despise you. Look at you. You're dull. You're the absolute opposite of what a true Sistafriend should be. How many times have you sat around and waited for a man to come to your rescue? Or deliberately caused trouble just so that a man can go out of his way to help you?
Even right now the Eye tells me that you're causing trouble that eventually you'll have to rely on this Emerald-hued hunk of magnificence to fix for you. How utterly uninspired.
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Posted: Wed Jul 08, 2009 11:29 am
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Posted: Wed Jul 08, 2009 11:30 am
See?
*leans up against Bruce*
Aren't you bored being pounded into such a square hole? Do you wear a frilly apron when you do the dishes?
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Posted: Wed Jul 08, 2009 11:32 am
Yes, I'm uninspired. I suppose it's much more "inspiring" to try to take over the Nexus once a month.
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Posted: Wed Jul 08, 2009 11:34 am
I'm not talking to you anymore. You're boring. You do nothing of general interest, which is instantly more boring then doing nothing.
*turns to Bruce*
Admit it, two women being catty in front of you is the most excitement you've had in weeks.
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Posted: Wed Jul 08, 2009 11:36 am
Well, we all can't be as clever and evil as you are.
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Posted: Wed Jul 08, 2009 11:36 am
*turns to the Eye*
Hm...?
Oh, of course.
*follows the Eye into the other room*
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Posted: Wed Jul 08, 2009 11:40 am
I knew I should stay away from that one. She's flinging way too much drama. Lesson learned.
*walks out*
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Posted: Wed Jul 08, 2009 11:54 am
Ah, indeed, my beloved Eye of Ekron, it was wise to remind me to check my auction on Gaia. Now the first generation Hermes Moon is MINE! ALL! MINE!!
MWA HA HAHAHAHAHAHAAAAA!!!!
((Had to beat up the HP forum. mad I hate HP fans))
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Posted: Wed Jul 08, 2009 12:14 pm
*The Martinis in the rafters are summoned down by the Eye. In a startlingly beautiful formation, they line up before the Empress, each one filled to the brim with a different-hued alcoholic concoction, yet none of them spilling a drop*
Ah, yes, my new army. Long have you waited for something to happen. Someone to take you and mold you, to bring you out of your feral ways and train you to be something better then booze-based pigeons.
Well, that day is today!
*The Empress paces in front of the martinis. Nary a glass wing flutters as they stand proud, stems erect*
It has come to my attention, that deep within the bowels of this place, this ..."Bistro", there dwells another type of winged creature. These unnatural, un-alcoholic THINGS live underneath the floorboards, peeking out only when there is no one around.
These creatures, these winged MOUSSE, have forgotten their true imperitave in life; to be eaten in a most scrumptious manner! And so it has come that you, my Martini army, shall wage WAR against these unnatural creatures! You shall enslave them and retrain them in the art of being a dessert! ONCE AGAIN, THE FLYING MOUSSE SHALL BE EATEN!
*A rousing round of clinks and swirled olives greet the Empress's rousing speech. The Eye focuses a beam on the floor of the Bistro, burning away the floorboards and leaving a large hole. The Martinis stream down in regiments, preparing to seek out and capture the enemy*
Ah, now that brings me back to the good old days.
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