** And now, dear guests, would you please excuse us? Terry Cloth here and I are leaving for a lil honeymoon! Bye, bye! Olli my dear, will you please stay with the High Priestess?? Mummy and Daddy will be back in a couple a days! **
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((And off she takes with her new husband.))
%% Gotta make him fulfill his conjugal duties... He might be a rag-anova, but a damn fluffy one! %%
(( TERRY CLOTH and OWLMA land in their posh honeymoon suite. TERRY CLOTH is confused, a bit scared, involuntarily pierced in new places, and wondering eggsactly what he has gotten himself into. Maybe a lifetime of diner pie and chick support would have been alright. TERRY CLOTH knows that he misses JBB more than anything and longs for his firm, smooth tube and creamy kisses. What is he doing here with this sharp-beaked harpy anyway? Not being aroused, that's fer sure, despite OWLMA's feathery touch. ))
TERRY CLOTH:
&& Damn, I miss that man. What is this here foul owl tryin' a do to me... and where?! And what's she got here? And where's her... oh, right. Funny, ain't like it used ta be with her... &&
(( TERRY CLOTH tries kissing OWLMA back but finds that her pellet breath leaves him, um, uninspired in his goobly bits. ))
TERRY CLOTH:
&& Alright, I gotta make this work. I can't get it to stand, so I gotta fix it... &&
(( TERRY CLOTH dons his ragring so that the marriage can be consummated. ))