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 Posted: Tue Oct 04, 2005 6:31 pm
In the heart of Gotham's trendy shopping district lies an unassuming bakery called "Gotham Goodies" with a smiling Harlequin painted on the window with various baked treats on display under the heading "Gotham's Best Pies" and underneath that "There are no monkeys here!".
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Posted: Tue Oct 04, 2005 6:33 pm
*zips in*
So'kay, I get this message from the Fortress of Solitude saying things like 'Pies...kryptonite...monkeys...Merciful Rao." And, being the modern age incarnation of myself, I have NO idea what this means.
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Posted: Tue Oct 04, 2005 6:36 pm
*Harley hears the bell over the door ring several seconds after Wally enters the store.*
Oh right, I've been expecting you Mr. West. I have a business proposition for you but first can I interest you in a slice of pie? Fresh out of the oven.
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Posted: Tue Oct 04, 2005 7:16 pm
As long as this isn't one of those oh-so-clever sexual double entendres that is going to end up with my wife slapping me in the face, sure.
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Posted: Tue Oct 04, 2005 7:18 pm
Silly Wally, you know I have a green fetish. Apple or cherry?
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Posted: Tue Oct 04, 2005 7:22 pm
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Posted: Tue Oct 04, 2005 7:31 pm
*Cuts Wally a piece and sticks it on a plate with a fork, sliding it across the counter.* Now Mr. West, I hear you have an ape problem, I believe that I can help you with it.
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Posted: Tue Oct 04, 2005 7:32 pm
*flies in* Get the monkey out of the basement, Doctor.
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Posted: Tue Oct 04, 2005 7:35 pm
Can't you see I'm trying to help a customer you oaf? *Points to the sign* See? No monkeys.
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Posted: Tue Oct 04, 2005 7:38 pm
Doctor Harleen Quinzell *Cuts Wally a piece and sticks it on a plate with a fork, sliding it across the counter.* Now Mr. West, I hear you have an ape problem, I believe that I can help you with it. *devours pie AT HYPERSONIC SPEEDS!!!* Mm. More please. And, yes, I have a problem. A 700 pound big fat obnoxious psychic problem.
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Posted: Tue Oct 04, 2005 7:41 pm
Strange, since you seem to have lined your basement with lead. What could be down there? Since you're busy with your customer, Doctor, I'll just check it out for myself.
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Posted: Tue Oct 04, 2005 7:46 pm
Wait, aren't the Daxamites the ones who....ah, never mind. You super types always know what you're doing.
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Posted: Tue Oct 04, 2005 7:48 pm
Wally_West Mm. More please. And, yes, I have a problem. A 700 pound big fat obnoxious psychic problem.
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Posted: Tue Oct 04, 2005 7:49 pm
What, you mean like some sort of monkey/ape themed zoo where you'd imprison Grodd, submit him to torture and the mocking gazes of the unwashed masses?
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Posted: Tue Oct 04, 2005 7:53 pm
*is surprised by the seltzer cannon, recovers and evaporates the seltzer stream with his heat vision* Now I'm going to have to do this the hard way. stare
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