hello, how are you? hhhh nnnn

hello, how are you? hhhh nnnn
Not well actually, I've got sore eyebrows. And yourself? How's life in the ultra super mega secret service?
"Well, uh, I can't really talk about it. They don't call it the ultra super mega secret service for nothing, you know. Is there an exercise that might help? Your eyebrows, I mean."
"Ahh!! No need! that dress you are wearing is keeping it healthy" *wink*
His glass eye popped out at that inopportune moment and rolled across the floor. She gasped as his face turned beet red. She tried not to stare at his empty eye socket.
She glanced at it for a second but quickly turned away. She gulped down her fear and stepped slowly backwards, her hands
holding the key to her escape, but she took one step to many backwards, and fell into an abyss. Jaba's deepthroated laugh echoed through the cavern. Oola groped in the dark pit
neath Jabba's salon. If only my accursed sabre worked, she spat. Her failed attempt was a darksabre. Then she realized it was a darker shade of dark, and might cut through the murk
and the mire of the whiter shade of pale. Wielding it expertly she began to slice and dice until there was nothing left. Satisfied at a job well done she then turned to
me and said "That's the last time you bring me to one of these God-forsaken places!" I just shook my head and walked the other way. And that was my final undoing.

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PurpleProf Mar 22 2015 @ 20:43

Nice to see you back, KieferSkunk! Been too long...

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