--- Dracorix <dracorix_at_evosanc.d2g.com> wrote:
> The girls are probobly busy preparing the cage for
> Jim....Last thing we heard from him was
> he was gonna take a nap... hmmm... girls put some
> sleepy drugs in his taco and now holding his amish
> behind hostage till he gives up they keys for the
> bike?
Lori comes storming back in to the kitchen, followed
by her sisters. Leather jacket unzipped with gloves
shoved in the side pocket.
"You cheated us!" bellows Lori to a startled Jim, who
is waking up from the puddle of drool that had been
accumulating from him sleeping face down on the table.
Jim looks dazed and wipes pieces of taco shell and
filling from his face and turns to look at Lori.
"What are you talking about?"
"You KNEW! Didn't you!!!!" spits Lori as she stands in
front of Jim, extending her paw towards Jim's face and
jangling his bike keys.
Jim checks his pockets and finds that they are indeed
the keys to his beloved bike. "Huh?" says Jim, still
not really fully following Lori's meaning.
"That damn piece of shit doesn't work!" snaps Lori,
apparently expecting Jim to be aware of this fact.
Onyx and Natasha stand behind her, waiting Jim's
answer.
A dawning reveals to Jim, who's brow suddenly darkens
as all the pieces fall into place. "YOU were trying to
ride MY bike!" The girls stand silent as the
revelation that telling Jim the reason they had laced
his taco, probably wasn't a good idea. Though he'd
probably have found out sooner or later anyway...
"OF COURSE it doesn't bloody work!" growls Jim,
staggering to his feet, holding the table edge for
support. After I've done with work and cleaning up
after you ungrateful little bitches, there isn't time
for me to do anything _I_ want to do, like fix my
bike. Heaven forbid that I EVER get to ride it!"
The girls are starting to look more demure, as they
realise a new, vicious can of worms has been opened.
"The only time I even get some uninterrupt sleep
around here is when you dope me! Even THEN it isn't
always uninterrupted!" snarls Jim, approaching Lori,
who is starting to shrink back from Jim as his anger
builds.
"If you ever, EVER touch my bikes again, I mean EVER,
I will skin you with that key and lay your tanned
hides in the garage as a throw rug for the bikes to
park on!!!", snatching the keys from Lori's paw.
"Ah, you may want to know," says Natasha flatly "we
tried to fix it. Sort of make it go."
"And we think we made it worse," adds Onyx "it made
this horrible sort of crunching, grinding noise"
Jim's eyes went wide, his lips drew back from his
teeth, face becoming flushed. He held the bike key
above his head, as though he had been blessed with a
"sword of power" and began to scream. A long, bloody
curdling, hideous scream.
The only other sound was three pairs of skunk feet
running at maximum pace out of the house.
"Do you think we'll be able to go back tonight?" asks
Natasha to her sisters
"I hope it doesn't rain..." adds Onyx
"Shut up and keep running!" grunts Lori.
Scrapper, Black Dragon, who's getting his texts
written and posted slowly...
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Received on Mon Feb 04 2002 - 17:35:11 CST