Krissy 80:	I think Rob's dead again.
DoNotExist:	Is he wearing nice pants?
Krissy 80:	Yes.  The really cool homemade ones.
DoNotExist:	Wow.  You think he'll want then in the afterlife?
Krissy 80:	he's not Egyptian.
DoNotExist:	Oh.  Cool.  Let's take 'em.  We can start a whole 
		collection, and exhibit them in a small gallery in 
		the village.
Krissy 80:	cool....  can I be the artsy disinterested owner?
DoNotExist:	Sure.  And I'll be your drug-infused mooching 
		roommate.
Krissy 80:	cool....  but we have to get the pants first.
DoNotExist:	Ok.  ::kneels by Rob's body cautiously, checks his 
		pulse, finding none, begins to unzip the pants::
Krissy 80:	::gets the tranquilzer ready::
DoNotExist:	::unzips and unbuttons 'em completely, begins 
		pulling them off his legs:: 
Krissy 80:	::pulls out a nice pair of gym shorts and gets them 
		ready::
DoNotExist:	::removes the pants, instantly leaps away, pants 
		in hand:: WOo-hoO!
Krissy 80:	::slides the gym shorts on quickly, and leaps away 
		as well:: I really don't want him running around in 
		his undies....
DoNotExist:	Heh.  What do we now?
Krissy 80:	string him up and dress him in Barbie clothes.
DoNotExist:	What about the pants?
Krissy 80:	run them up the flagpole.
DoNotExist:	You see a flagpole around here?
Krissy 80:	I do now.
DoNotExist:	Erp?
Krissy 80:	We were gonna use it for the team insignia, except 
		we're all to lazy to make one.  So we shall use the 
		pants.
DoNotExist:	Oh...  Um, hold on a sec...  ::rummages in pockets, 
		finally coming out with a rather pitiful-looking 
		pencil stub.  Carefully stretches the pants out over 
		one raised knee, and writes "JLS" in big bubble 
		letters on 'em::
Krissy 80:	marker?
DoNotExist:	Oooh!  May I?
Krissy 80:	sure. ::hands Reen a box of markers:: do good.
DoNotExist:	Eee!  ::colors the logo::
Krissy 80:	::watches Reen, hopes Rob doesn't suddenly ressurrect 
		himself::
DoNotExist:	::finishes up quickly, getting some marker colors 
		on her hands and face, as well as the stuff that 
		leaked through rob's pants onto hers, and hands you 
		the finished banner to put on the flagpole::
Krissy 80:	::looks at it, decides that no one really cares, 
		and runs the pants up the flag pole:: ooh, salute!! 
		::salutes the pants, then proceeds to take a marker 
		and color Renie's face with it::
DoNotExist:	Whee!
Krissy 80:	::writes the JLS logo, and puts little Anarchy 
		symbols on each cheek::
DoNotExist:	::tries to lick the tasty colors off::
Krissy 80:	::colors Renie's tongue::
DoNotExist:	::licks the marker, then Krissie's fingers::
Krissy 80:	::flicks Renie off:: hey, what about Rob?
DoNotExist:	We use him for spare parts?
Krissy 80:	::pulls out the pink dress and pumps::
DoNotExist:	Hee.
Krissy 80:	::strings Rob up:: maybe he would look better in 
		baby blue taffeta?
Krissy 80:	or pink chiffon?
DoNotExist:	Too formal...  How 'bout just fichnets, cutoffs 
		and a halter top, plus a little make-up and maybe a 
		more girly hairdo?  I could really see him with curly 
		pigtails... Or maybe a nice floppy bun-type thing...
Krissy 80:	do it. ::runs off to get the makeup kit::
DoNotExist:	WOo-hoO!  ::gets out some aluminum foil for use as 
		curlers::  I get to be a mortician!
Krissy 80:	::puts an adorable plaid skirt on Rob::
DoNotExist:	And a pair of them BIG-ass platform pump thingies 
		the JAPs in her school seem to be fond of.
Krissy 80:	cool.... ::places a white, closeftting knit T-shit 
		on Rob that shows off his belly button::  look, it has 
		a flower design on the front...
DoNotExist:	EeE! 
Krissy 80:	pigtails?
DoNotExist:	Yes.  Curly blond ones.
Krissy 80:	whee!!  ::adds extensions to Rob's head::  look, I 
		have green and pink ribbons!!
DoNotExist:	Wow!  Can we put barrettes in, too?
Krissy 80:	sure! ::points to various positions above the ear:: 
		you can put them there, there, and here!
Krissy 80:	::ties the ribbons on each pigtail::
DoNotExist:	Hee. 
Krissy 80:	makeup?
DoNotExist:	Go for it. 
Krissy 80:	no, you....
DoNotExist:	I dunno HOW!
Krissy 80:	::sighs:: fine then. ::smears on green eyeliner, 
		sparkly blush, and icy blue lipstick::
DoNotExist:	Cool.  How 'bout some body glitter?
Krissy 80:	umm.... nah.  but feel free to tattoo his tummy.
DoNotExist:	Noo thanks..
Krissy 80:	use the marker. ::takes a bottle of mail polish and 
		colors his nails yellow::
Krissy 80:	banana!
DoNotExist:	Yikes. 
Krissy 80:	It's yummy. ::paints lavender stripes on them::
Krissy 80:	Hey, I don't think he's dead....
DoNotExist:	What?!
Krissy 80:	F T F O I: ::rolls about::
DoNotExist:	Yipe.  We run?  
DoNotExist:	Or stay, hide, and watch?
Krissy 80:	he's tied up. but we hide anyway. ::picks up all 
		the beauty crap and runs::
DoNotExist:	Ok
Krissy 80:	let's go to the control room.. there's a monitor 
		in there.... and a couch.
DoNotExist:	'kay.  We leave the pants up there?
Krissy 80:	yup.  they look so.. so... patriotic?
DoNotExist:	Hee!
Krissy 80:	look at them flap in the wind... ya know, now we 
		need a battle call.
DoNotExist:	Umm...
Krissy 80:	something besides "oh shit!"
DoNotExist:	I da know..
Krissy 80:	oh, okay.... hey, he doesn't seem angry.... or 
		awake for that matter.
DoNotExist:	Oh good
Krissy 80:	let's tie him to the frilly pink bed.
DoNotExist:	Can we use handcuffs instead?
Krissy 80:	yeah, sure.  
DoNotExist:	Wow 
Krissy 80:	neat, right? we can keep him in the girly room 
		for now.
DoNotExist:	Sure.