Nikki Tyr: stuy doesn't help much at all. Krissy 80: it kills many Nikki Tyr: but those that survive, win. Krissy 80: yes. we are the champions, no time for losers (except to point and laugh), cause we are the champions... of Stuy Nikki Tyr: ::pulls two trophies out of the cupboard and hands one to krissy:: Krissy 80: wheeha! pass me the beer, I'm filling this baby up!!! Nikki Tyr: ::looks through the fridge:: um, we got beer, ale, grog, scumble, thrice-distilled peach brandy, pan-galactic gargle blasters... what do you want? Krissy 80: from what country does the beer hale? Nikki Tyr: I see swedish beer, hungarian beer, israeli beer, scottish beer, irish beer, beer from narnia, from luna city, from middle earth, from oz. take yer pick. Krissy 80: god dammit! we really need to go shopping. I wanted a Bud. Nikki Tyr: Sorry, man, this here's a foreign fridge. Krissy 80: excuse me.... Krissy 80: and Budweiser IS foreign. Nikki Tyr: From whence does it come? Krissy 80: I think it's German. Nikki Tyr: Oh, that's another fridge altogether! And that one's broken, anyway. We gotta call the Guy Who Fixes Thingers. Krissy 80: but everything fixes itself automatically.. except when it's relevant to the plot.... Nikki Tyr: Then perhaps this is the literary device known as foreshadowing? Krissy 80: too intellectual, Danielle. we're not supposed to see it. Nikki Tyr: then why did mention relevance to the plot? if we're not supposed to see it, you should've just said that everything usually fixes itself automatically Krissy 80: ::sighs, because Danielle just doesn't get it:: Nikki Tyr: ::trying to comprehend, really, really, really trying:: Krissy 80: and Budweiser is made by Americans. I got confused. Heineken is pure German. Nikki Tyr: this is ridiculous. what didn't i get about you mentioning plot relevance? Krissy 80: Because that's the way these things are told. it's like a comic that makes fun of itself. Nikki Tyr: oh. well, i'm new to this. sorry. i'm aware now. forgive me, please?! ::drops to her knees melodramatically:: Krissy 80: hmm.. I don't know.... Nikki Tyr: ::pulls a bottle of Bud from a corner of the room and proffers it to krissy on a velvet cushion:: Krissy 80: yummy.. ::takes the beer, pours it on some spare ribs, and takes it outside to Barbeque:: Nikki Tyr: ::considers herself forgiven and follows, after pouring herself some scumble:: Krissy 80: that's not forgiveness. Krissy 80: that's hunger. Nikki Tyr: same thing. Krissy 80: no. Krissy 80: you're not getting it again. Nikki Tyr: you're starting to piss me off, with your damn egotism and arrogance and justice-leagier-than-thou attitude! Krissy 80: me and Renie have decided. you will repair the roof. it leaks and still has cracks in it from all the times we blew it up. this will be good, because it solves that pesky problem of us putting actual effort into rebuilding the roof. Krissy 80: was that beer poisoned? Nikki Tyr: ::throws her scumble at the roof, which promptly fizzles away in an orgasmic frenzy:: I did not come here to be your lacky, krissy. and that is for you to find out. Krissy 80: you're the newcomer. we are required by law to treat you like crap until you prove your heroic ability (or degree of insanity, same thing, look at Batman) Krissy 80: and what the hell is scumble? Nikki Tyr: Well, it's made mostly from apples. Nikki Tyr: ::eyes narrow:: You'd better not treat me like crap, cause I'd make a damn good spy. I'm undeclared either way, hero or villain. And I've met your villainess, gone scuba-diving in chocolate with her. She trusts me. If you treat me well, that could be to your advantage. Krissy 80: ::consults colleagues:: Nikki Tyr: ::nods politely to all three renies:: Krissy 80: ::whisper whisper:: Nikki Tyr: ::scumble begins to drip to the floor, and all the rats flee:: Krissy 80: and what exactly is scumble? Nikki Tyr: I told you. It's made mostly from apples. It's very humorous. Krissy 80: oh. is this from a Pratchett book? Nikki Tyr: Yes. Krissy 80: wrong genre. Nikki Tyr: Yes. And I have the right to import my beverages. Krissy 80: Sure you can spy, go right ahead. I can't stop you. In fact, I dare you. ::starts hopping around the room:: Krissy 80: ::makes boxing gestures:: Nikki Tyr: ::bows and hurls her a foil, grabbing one of her own:: Krissy 80: ::looks at the foil, shrugs, and tosses the damn thing with a flicking gesture, where it sticks in a wall with a 'boing' sound:: Nikki Tyr: :pauses. considers. drops her foil and pulls out a katana.:: Krissy 80: ::smiles. pulls out a black candy cane:: Nikki Tyr: ::starts pressing buttons on the hilt of the katana:: Krissy 80: what the?! Nikki Tyr: ::merely smiles:: Yes? Krissy 80: ::realizing this could be a problem, pulls out her Pez gun:: I love this thing. Nikki Tyr: ::stares at the gun, entranced:: Oh sweet Pez of my childhood, how I loved you once. ::hardens her heart against the sugared temptations:: But we have taken our separate paths since then. It is all over, now. Krissy 80: do you want it the easy way.... or the HARD way??? Nikki Tyr: Hmm. Do I get a prize if I choose the right one? Krissy 80: either way, you get Pez. Nikki Tyr: No, I still haven't forgiven that toothsome snack. Nikki Tyr: the scoundrel! Krissy 80: huh? ::turns head looking for Rob:: Nikki Tyr: The other scoundrel. Krissy 80: Renie? Nikki Tyr: Yes, that scoundrel! Krissy 80: why? what did she do? Nikki Tyr: She won't give in to temptation! Krissy 80: Temptation into what? ::Eyes Danielle suspiciously:: Nikki Tyr: Into, well, into... um... stuff! Krissy 80: what... stuff??? Nikki Tyr: ::whispers:: yummy stuff Krissy 80: yummy? does this have anything to do with, say.... apples????? Nikki Tyr: No, no, of course not!! Krissy 80: what are you doing to Renie? Nikki Tyr: Want a tartlet filled with chocolate jello pudding and covered in very pugnent melted cheese?