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Post by The Evil Overlordess on Dec 6, 2005 22:37:21 GMT -5
"Oh... oh... kay."
She stared at Furball.
She has to see it, it's not like it's like forgetting what earrings one's wearing...
"Furball, dear," she said gently, "I think your hands are on fire."
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Post by Kirukelgyr on Dec 6, 2005 22:39:01 GMT -5
Oh really? *looks at hands* Oh! Then I wasn't imagining it. Silly Me. *stands up* *walks to sink* *starts to wash hands cheerfully* *hands still on fire miraculously*
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Post by The Evil Overlordess on Dec 7, 2005 19:57:47 GMT -5
TEO stared, and stared. She needed to get her daily dose of weird in, but this was quite enough.
"Er. You think MA made an antidote, or is this one of those scary dud potions again?"
She went to rummage around behind the bar and extracted a bottle of what claimed to be, against all likelihood, flame-retardent.
"Right, I'm not dumb enough to pour this on someone who's on fire..."
She instead lit a match and poured a small amount over it. A few second later, TEO no longer owned a full set of eyebrows.
"I hate irony."
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Post by Skiv on Dec 7, 2005 21:04:51 GMT -5
Poking her head into the NP Skiv sniffed around.
"D'I smell fire? And..." Sniff sniff. "Onions? Oh how I loath onions!" She cried, falling over onto her back, twitching.
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Post by Kirukelgyr on Dec 8, 2005 18:43:38 GMT -5
*sniffle* Oh Skiv, I have onions stapled to my hands. Does this mean you hate me?
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Post by Skiv on Dec 9, 2005 11:36:31 GMT -5
Skiv looks up from the floor, eyes watering madly, and tries to smile reasuringly at Furball, but only manages to look even scarier.
" 'course not my dear! Simply the parasitic root that has't attached it's self to your extremity!"
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Post by Kirukelgyr on Dec 10, 2005 15:46:29 GMT -5
*points accusingly* You hate me!! *bursts into tears*
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Post by Robyn on Dec 10, 2005 16:07:45 GMT -5
*pops up from behind the bar where she has been practicing her invisibility skills* Don't worry Furball. *hugs* We'll just have to find a way to get rid of the onions.
Somehow...
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Post by Skiv on Dec 11, 2005 14:36:14 GMT -5
Skiv jumps up as only a floored Skiv can and cries, "GUM!! TEO!! Get your Pilot goggles, and my safty goggles! Robin! Go to my lair and get gum, and lots of it!!"
Waving a spoon about excitedly, "I have a PLAN!!"
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Post by Kirukelgyr on Dec 11, 2005 15:51:25 GMT -5
*sniffles dejectedly* I knew I shouldn't have volunteered to test Coconut's new staplegun.
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Post by Robyn on Dec 12, 2005 8:44:14 GMT -5
*blink*......A'ight
*runs off*
**FIVE MINUTES LATER**
*pops back up* I'm back! *unloads gum* What did you want it for anyway?
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Post by Skiv on Dec 12, 2005 12:11:45 GMT -5
So that we can work uneffected by the onions poison fumes! If you chew gum it normally helps.
TEO? Did I say goggles? I meant knives.
Oh and a potato peeler.
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Post by The Evil Overlordess on Dec 12, 2005 13:53:34 GMT -5
"Goggles... knives, same thing, right?" TEO popped up from behind the bar again, now wearing her flight goggles and wearing a Red Baron-ish scarf. "I mean... you can impale yourself on both."
She frowned and juggled a few steak knives stolen from the Citadel, contemplating on how she actually HAD seen someone hurt themselves on goggles before, and now Skiv needs to tag elsewhere. Coughcough.
"Right! And when we're done with the onions, we'll throw them to the scurvy fishes! 'Cause the fishes need more Vitamin C!"
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Post by Kirukelgyr on Dec 12, 2005 14:34:19 GMT -5
*blinks nervously* Skivvish...will this hurt? Because if there is something a Furball hates more than onions stapled to the backs of their hands, is pain.
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Post by Skiv on Dec 12, 2005 15:31:41 GMT -5
" 'course it won't hurt!" Skiv cried, after tagging TEO in another place, coughcough.
"We'll just cut away the onions, 'til we get close to your hands, then use the peeler, then... Well I guess pry the staples out. Here," Skiv says, rumaging through her bag, and producing a purple vial. "Drink that and it won't hurt a bit!"
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Look at the lovely leaf Oz brought me!!