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"zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz- HUH?! What? We're back?"

Yes.

"Ooh." *YAWN* "I think I'mma need some fourth wall coffee."

With the weight of the hammock shifted, the thing spun around, dumping C.J. on the floor with a louder thump as he woke up, dazed.

"Daggone . . . I gotta spring for a real bed!" he muttered and looked over to Misty with a shy smile. "Are you alright, babe?" he asked.

"It takes a while . . . kinda kickin' myself for ditching that cot now . . . but that ain't your fault, hon." C.J. said as he got to his feet and held his hand out to help up Misty. "Just as well though. Anything in particular you want for breakfast?" he asked. Probably better she was with him than Arell or Dun'. Those two knuckleheads couldn't cook!

C.J. smiled as he helped her up. "Well, I know it was 'Rell's turn to get the groceries the other day, let's see what we got." C.J. said and kissed her cheek before opening the cabinets first . . . there was the usual stuff: Canned collard greens, okra, bread, tortillas, cereal, cookies, Arell's coffee can of money guarded by a mousetra- C.J.!!! WATCH OUT!!!



The mousetrap hit C.J.'s fingers as he went for the other can of coffee, but in his sleepiness almost hit Arell's "bank account" by mistake! Hissing softly, he pulled his hand out, his middle, index and ring fingers stuck in the little metal bar of the victor.

"OW!! Dag-nab sonuva- motha-honkin' monkey-fightin' Mousetrap!" C.J. cursed as he used his other hand pulled his fingers loose, reset the trap and got the REAL can of coffee out before getting some eggs, bacon and milk from the fridge, a little better.

"Forgot Arell doesn't trust banks . . ." he said with a shrug.

C.J. smirked despite the pain as he looked down at his three throbbing fingers. "Yeah, a little ice oughta do it . . . damn that hurt." C.J. said as he wrapped his fingers up in a bandanna. "I can get it after breakfast. Thanks, though!" he said, cheerfully.

C.J. smiled back as he put the ice cubes in between the bandanna and his fingers. "Thanks, Darlin'. Just happy to do it. 'Sides, ya saved my butt before." he said, kissing her cheek before getting out of the way. "If ya could that'd be great . . . if ya want." he said. The trap hurt like a mother, but he remained in good spirit, surprisingly.

"Better than havin' to deal with Arell bein' a wangsty li'l dip before attacking IO. Say, how's that poll going?"

Well, we got one vote that he makes it. Odds are more in IO's favor, but it's still too early to tell.

"Huh . . ." *pauses* "Gimme twenty on Arell. CC! Want in on it?"

"Done, kitty! We go get fish!"

Heh, that reminds me of that Muddy Waters tune. "Don't Go No Further" or something. Ya need "FEESH?"

"YES!! Hehe He sang that funny."

C.J. smiled and held her close for a minute before backing up to let her work, sitting down to pet the cat with his good hand, the other had the ice cubes and bandanna wrapped around for safe keeping. "Thanks, darlin'. Means a lot." he said as he chilled out, mellowing out after it all. It looked like it was going to be a nice easy day unless someone else had other ideas.

C.J. smiled and pet the cat with his good hand. "I ain't picky, darlin'. What about you?" he asked, hearing the familiar rumble of another train coming in on an adjacent track as he leaned up against the wall, getting the weight off that other hand. It was starting to catch up to him that he had a rather . . . . exciting day yesterday to say the least. Y'know, getting shot at, zapped, burned, almost hit by a subway train, almost hit by an ACTUAL train . . . jeez, kid! You really ARE like Kenny from South Park!

"No dip, writer! I'm surprised I'm not dead yet . . . I mean, I can't die! I'm your kinda personification in a pretty sturdy roleplay, right?"

Well lemme put it this way, you get whacked, I'd feel bad. Arell gets whacked . . . meh. He'll be back.