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 Posted: Sat Mar 17, 2007 4:50 pm
"If... if he d-doesn't t-try to find me f-first..." He murmured uneasily. He hadn't checked the hiding spot where his private project had been stashed. He hadn't had the heart to see if the labs had ruined what he had been previously very proud of. Without a spinning wheel, or some sort of device like that, he couldn't make any more, though. He hoped that whatever had survived would quell the snake's temper whenever he decided to slither by next.
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Posted: Sat Mar 17, 2007 4:59 pm
Tommy fished inside his cargo-pants pocket for a packet of blood...and frowned when it came up empty. A look of panic washed over Tommy for a moment before he was able to harness it under control. He took a deep breath and glanced around, instinctively echolocating about him. He had recently lost his breakfast...and now the hunger pangs had started. He hadn't realized the massive amount of blood he had to consume a day in order to sustain himself...and now he was hungry again.
In response to his hunger, the heat sensors in his nose had begun shout at him about the available meal right next to him. He could see the blood pumping through Newton's pudgy form. Tommy nervously began running his forearm up and over his head, his ear springing back into place every time. "Heh, yeah...gotta watch out for those snakes in the grass," he said, trying to feign humor.
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Posted: Sat Mar 17, 2007 5:04 pm
The frog had grown into a false sense of security, though, convinced that because of their partnership, Newt would undoubtedly be off the menu. "I.. I th-think this will w-wo-work! I... I hope it will... I... I n-need something... I n-need something to con-con-concentrate on, you know? K-keep my m-m-mm-mind... off of... of... y-you know..."
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Posted: Sat Mar 17, 2007 5:07 pm
Tommy nodded a few times, a bit too vigorously. He ran his forearm over his head once more. "Yeah...yeahyeah, I hear ya. Gotta keep your mind occupied." Tommy's eyes wavered toward the main arteries in Newton's plump body. He blinked his eyes hard in order to clear it of this terrible vision. "But yeah...I'll try to get together with Nita and...um...and work something out, alright? And...Thom too, if I ever see him around. But...definately, gotta keep your mind occupied, yaknow? Other wise you'd go downright batty! hehehe," he said in a hurried tone.
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Posted: Sat Mar 17, 2007 5:10 pm
"Hop-hop-hopping mad," The frog chuckled with equal forced enthusiasm, although he remained clueless towards his friend's current state of hunger. He did turn towards the water and was about to hop into the river when he froze and turned to face the bat once more, "Ah... d-do you th-think... you could look out for... for a f-fresh pair of... of t-trunks for me?"
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Posted: Sat Mar 17, 2007 6:16 pm
Tommy slumped with relief as Newton looked about ready to leave. This relief was short-lived, however as he gave a mental groan of anguish as Newt's green form turned his kermit gaze back toward him. He forced a friendly grin out, though it showed too many of his teeth, "Yeah? Oh...um, yeah sure! Actually, I think I've still got a pair you can have. I'll be sure to get those to you real soon!" His forced grin stayed plastered on his face as he mentally begged Newton to leave...leave now.
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Posted: Sat Mar 17, 2007 6:21 pm
The frog nodded, feeling a touch better now that the plan seemed to be growing. He'd have parts in no time, and he'll come up with something. Maybe someone could swipe an egg beater- he could use the crank to spin the cord maybe...? Still would be difficult... With his mind buzzing over projects rather than flies and mud, he hopped back into the water with a farewell croak and a distant splash.
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Posted: Sat Mar 17, 2007 6:28 pm
Tommy lifted a hand in farewell. He liked Newt, he really did...and he hated to think of him as nothing but a sack of blood. But the batman couldn't help it! When you have only one choice of meals every night, you can't be picky. He shook his head, trying to clear his thoughts once more...but just like before he couldn't shake them. What's that sound? THERE! Off in the woods...about forty-five degrees to the...right...Deer? Maybe...and maybe it's slow...yes...maybe...maybe it'll bleed out slow...it's so much better fresh. Those medical bags don't give enough and they're too old...no...he needs it fresh tonight.
Tommy swiftly dissapeared into the forest.
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