oh my god.... I've killed... killed sporkie!!! I'm a monster!!!!
*sinks to ground with head in hands*
WAIT... we can rebuild him... we have the technology...
*grabs the pieces of sporkie and runs out of the building laughing maniacally*
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*twenty minutes later returns with a silvery spork floating next to him, diodes blinking along his smooth chrome handle, his titanium tines gleaming in the light*
*while running i take out a small black pad with a button on it*
*sporkie stops flying after me and all his diodes begin glowing a dull red, slowly he rotates so his tines are pointing at Basia*
MWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAAAA!!!! You foools! Did you NOT expect me to make a few "adjustments" while I had him at my mercy???
BWAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAAAAAA!!!
One more press of this button and your precious Basia is yesterdays cafeteria food!!!
I'm the grown up around here which means I get to explain to Ari how the club got this messed up....let's see...It was 2:33 am...everone got a little slap happy...yeah that sounds good....
I am really digging on all of this (even though I should have been in bed a LONG time ago!!!), but - just a word - I'd, ah, make a quick exit if you see Ariosto coming back. Or fix up that line of martinis for him for when he sees these posts in the morning. Oh....but he can be a bit of a grouch sometimes!
Anyways....have fun girls and boys. Hope you can run faster than Ari's lashing can reach!
(Ah...sometimes he needs to lighten up! And you know I mean that in the NICEST way, don't ya, lover?)
We plead insanity...okay how 'bout kitchen duty for a week for the weak???? lines up martinis...adds husler and penthouse to stack of reading materials...has carafe of coffee and bottle of asprin all line up... bar spic and span....pleads with Angel to sing something to sooth Ari....Asks Maid to stay in his lap so he can't ring our necks ... thanks God for Cheles timely intervention...and hopes beyond hope that we don't get barred from the bar....
THE OOC CLUB IS CLOSED UNTIL FURTHER NOTICE DUE TO THE UNFORTUNATE INCIDENTS OF LAST NIGHT WHICH EVEN IN THE USELESS ENVIRONMENT OF THE OOCCC CLUB WOULD HAVE BEEN FOUND SOMEWHERE BEYOND BEARABLE EVEN TO ANIME FIXATED CHILDREN...
Luckily I'm an artist and recognize your seemingly
senseless patter as a DaDa performance piece worhy of DuChamp, Man Ray et al.
However in order to gain readmittance to the Club, Faith and Basia must allow me to fondle them for ten full minutes each (or 15 collectively) behind the bar.
Kitsuki's pennance is to watch.