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~~THE PERFORMANCE THREAD~~ **aside** ((action)) %%thought%%
nakymaton:
The BULL:
((Meanwhile, the bull has mostly recovered from his encounter with Michael Jackson and the Boy Scouts. Unfortunately, it took significant quantities of prescription and over-the-counter medications, which left the bull with the tendency to fall aslee..........))
ZZZZZZZZZZzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz
((...at the drop of a hat.))
((So Sleepy the Bull is now currently snoozing in the waiting pen, in preparation for the next bull ride.))
Mikaela:
MONROE:
Ma'am, if my heart were free, be assured I'd take you up on your loony generous, frightening alluring and indecent classy demand offer.
As it is, I'm saving my sausage. My sausage is completely spoken for.
Anyway, you probably do know sausages are unhealthy, don't you? Hot dogs, wieners, salami........ very unhealthy. Ruins your looks. You look like you care for preserving your exterior. Certainly your plastic surgeon does. Hasn't he ordered you strictly off all types of sausages?
** Help me, I'm blathering like a fool, but what else can I do? The way she's staring at me hungrily, you'd think I was a Lobster Thermidor to be devoured! Once I stop blathering she'll probably just knock me over the head with those knockers and drag me off! **
((Stares desperately up and down the empty road, hoping against hope for a couple of bikers or some fighting-spirit cowboy to appear to the rescue))
%% Heeeeeelp!! %%
nakymaton:
BIKER #2:
((Unfortunately, Biker #2's knock to the head caused a personal transformation, and Biker #2 has checked into a meditation center to attempt to become one with the universe.))
nakymaton:
SNOW:
((As CHER continues trying to seduce MONROE, the sky begins to darken, the temperature begins to drop, and big, cold, wet flakes of snow begin to fall onto CHER's ample cleavage.))
alec716:
--- Quote from: Mikaela on September 04, 2006, 02:45:39 pm ---MONROE:
** Help me, I'm blathering like a fool, but what else can I do? The way she's staring at me hungrily, you'd think I was a Lobster Thermidor to be devoured! Once I stop blathering she'll probably just knock me over the head with those knockers and drag me off! **
((Stares desperately up and down the empty road, hoping against hope for a couple of bikers or some fighting-spirit cowboy to appear to the rescue))
%% Heeeeeelp!! %%
--- End quote ---
(( CHER thinks, apparently mistakenly, that MONROE is staring desperately up and down her full length. She lays down upon the SNOW and her hopes rise. CHER hopes her hopes are not all that rise today. ;) ))
CHER:
C'mon, MONROE, it's getting cold, and I'll make you see fireworks!
(or at least a tacky headress!)
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