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Meryl:
((The Moment of Truth has arrived. A hushed silence falls on the crowd of onlookers as Mr. Raymille stands ready to place the precious Formula in the gargantuan hand of the Priestess to Top All High Priestesses. News helicopters retreat to a safe distance. Bus drivers turn off their motors. Babies stop crying. Dogs cease to bark. Hot dog vendors unplug their weenie rotisseries. Even the ceaseless Wyoming Wind dies down to a whisper. The Sun, compassionate, slips behind a veil of cloud.
The Still Awfully High Priestess takes the proffered cotton ball soaked in alcohol and swabs her wrist. She then lifts the giant hypodermic needle and carefully, very carefully, places its sharp point against a pulsing blue vein. Looking up towards the peak of BrokeArse, she breathes a solemn
** YEEHAW **
** YEEHAW ** breathe the assembled masses, their whole beings focussed on the tip of the great needle.))
Lumière:
--- Quote from: meryl on July 14, 2006, 10:41:48 pm ---The Still Awfully High Priestess takes the proffered cotton ball soaked in alcohol and swabs her wrist. She then lifts the giant hypodermic needle and carefully, very carefully, places its sharp point against a pulsing blue vein. Looking up towards the peak of BrokeArse, she breathes a solemn
** YEEHAW **
** YEEHAW ** breathe the assembled masses, their whole beings focussed on the tip of the great needle.))
--- End quote ---
(( Somewhere in the neighborhood ...
Nervous parents send their lil ones indoors, expecting the worst, as they watch the very High Priestess (HP) holding that needle over an eeriely large, throbbing blue vein ...
The lil children scurry indoors and unto their knees ..
People holding onto each other, grasping hands, watching closely, holding their breaths .. What'll happen next? :o
))
Meryl:
((The Super Sky High Priestess takes a deep breath and presses the plunger of the hypodermic. The secret Formula enters her bloodstream with a rush, down to the last milligram gallon. She withdraws the needle and flings it from her, almost wiping out the popcorn concession. Seated on the slope of a hill, eyes closed, panting, she awaits her fate. Mr. Raymille, his loyal Assistant and the nurse re-enter the ambulance and back slowly away to safer ground.
Nothing.
Five agonizing minutes pass. Meryl gets slowly to her feet and stands swaying, eyes closed, arms outstretched, willing the transformation to begin. The tension is unbearable. Someone's cell phone goes off and is instantly grabbed by those nearby and thrown down a port-a-potty.
Suddenly---
With an ear-splitting cry the Still Effing Way Too High Priestess topples over with a crash. The shock wave knocks the multitude to the ground, sends helicopters into tailspins, and flattens trees half a mile away. Incredibly, what was just minutes ago a solid body begins to liquify and spread out in all directions.))
** I'm melting....I'm melting....ohhhhhhhwhattaworldwhattaworld.....**
((Abandoning lounge chairs and picnic blankets, the terrified throng run for their lives, pursued by the deadly wall of liquid flesh. Like a rubber band being stretched to its limit, the HP expands until she covers an area the size of three football fields. Then all at once---
FWWOOOOOOOOMMMMMMMMBAAAAAHHHHHHH
Having reached its apogee, the awful onslaught pauses briefly, then begins to travel back to its source, faster and faster.
SCHMMMEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEYIP!!
The High Priestess seems to have utterly disappeared. Eyes are shaded, necks are craned, but nothing can be seen on the hill where the HP had been floundering only moments before. But a forest ranger, peering through his binoculars, is horrifed by a terrifying, impossible vision))
Meryl:
((The news spreads like wildfire through the huddled masses. The Once Very High Priestess has been brought low, very low, and, now at 3 feet 6 inches, cries out, "Oh, Sam!" in a piteous voice. But her form is by no means complete. The Formula has only begun to work its wonders. The Now Very Low Priestess is suddenly wracked with pain--
SPAHLOOOOOOGE......
THOKITA-THOKITA-THOKITA....
CHUGGACHUGGACHUGGACHUGGAFWOOOMMMMMM....
SKMIIIINNNNNCCHHHHH!!
Mikaela:
Mika, the dumb-ass mule:
((In complete panic over everything that's going on with the HP, Mika flees. The mule's flight from the bear was a picnic compared to this!
Hooves hardly touching the ground, the terrified Mika leaves the explosions and the noises and the lights and the scary visuals (and the not-so-scary visuals ;) ) far behind with a horrenduously frightened braying that echoes among the Brokeback peaks))
Whaaaeeeeeee! Whaaaaaaaaeeeeeeeee!!
((Others follow suit, and soon there's a mad panicked stampede to get off the mountain. What will happen? Will they return? May the filming continue? Can calm be restored? What about peace and love and brotherhood of man? And most importantly, will they all miss the second night in the tent? ))
:o :o :o :o :o
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