"Now cough." [ha-choo!] "I said cough, not
- "Now cough." [ha-choo!] "I said cough, not sneeze." [Urrrpppp] "No, no, no. COUGH!" [Phffttttttttttt] "Dammit!" Dr. Wife threw her stethoscope on the coffee table, irritated by her
- apparent failure in dog-training. Her poodle picked up the stethoscope in its mouth and brought it over to her again, wagging its tail hopefully. Dr Wife decided to make one last
- trip to the market for arsenic. The poodle had lived through 10 assassination attempts previously. How like Dr Wife's late husband, Dr Husband, leaving all the cash to the dog.
- The dog was good at saving the money but only had a life span of 10 years so in the end the money reverted to Dr. Wife who laughed manically. "I win! I really...
- ...really deserve to get the money I gave that penny pinching dog, back. So, he's gone and died, I got to toast him
- over an open flame until his bodily oils caramelized. There's a certain feeling you get, standing alone on a mountain, toasting your best friend. The stars twinkle above you, and
- the wildness within you awakens. You roar excitedly. Returning to the open fire, you sample dinner from the giant, rotating skewer. "Hm, tastes like chicken."
- Then you grow a mane and tail acting like king of the beasts. The leader of the pride says, "wait a minute. Who told you to stir up trouble?" You take off your mane and realise its
- a fake and slap it back on. Uh oh. Did I just commit a faux paws? You wonder. You dash to the back of the pride and hope none of them notice. The leader growls
- Show tunes and you have to appreciate her ardor even as you make plans to kill her at the first opportunity. Right now though you need her to kiss her.
- Started
- 2015-11-21 22:34:39
- Finished
- 2017-06-01 23:20:44
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Rebbie Jun 02 2017 @ 12:57
A lot of murder on the brain in here. I'm just gonna go that way. (sneak, sneak, sneak)
pinky Jun 02 2017 @ 14:47
...sneak, squeak (ops!..giggle), sneak. I'm right behind you Rebbie.
Woab Jun 02 2017 @ 14:52
Hey kids, don't leave without your chicken-like sandwiches!
Rebbie Jun 02 2017 @ 14:53
Us little rodents might be able to find a hole to wait the mayhem out in.
Woab Jun 02 2017 @ 15:22
Can I come too, being a rodent, myself? I'll make new sandwiches that are full of wood chips so we can gnaw as we wait.
Rebbie Jun 02 2017 @ 15:57
Bonus! The more the merrier. (gnaw, gnaw, gnaw)
pinky Jun 03 2017 @ 02:04
Narf! I love me a wood chip sandwich! I'll bring the Jolt Cola..."all the sugar and twice the caffeine"