DoNotExist:	::glares at you::   Are you the spy?  You look 
		awfully irregularly shaped for the job...
Nikki Tyr:	::steps carefully out of her robot suit and sends 
		it off to its closet:: 
		::the robot suit sighs and walks away::
		Yes, I am she.
DoNotExist:	She?  Hmmm  :::looks you over::  I dunno, you're 
		kinda small, too.  ::pushes on you with both hands::  
		And not really soft enough.  And what is this?  Cheap 
		leather?  I wanted a nice plush weave...  Dammit!  
		I'm gonna yell at Krissy...
Nikki Tyr:	Hey, don't knock the leather, you'll really love 
		the smell once you get used to it. I can do the job, 
		what the hell else do you want from me? In fact, what 
		do I get out of this? 
DoNotExist:	Well, nothing, really...  You get to do this. 
		::Sits on you.  Or tries, anyway::  Um, I suppose you 
		can keep the change we lose in yer cushions...
Nikki Tyr:	::points very carefully to the couch:: There cushions.
		::points to renie:: You Renie.
		::points to herself:: Me Danielle. 
		::seats renie on the couch:: Got it? If not, I do have 
		a slide show prepared.
DoNotExist:	::feels the area around where she is sitting 
		cautiously::  Oh...  That would explain why Krissy 
		looked at me so funny when I sugggested we get a spy 
		that folds out...   
Nikki Tyr:	::shrugs and starts munching on the now-useless 
		slides::
DoNotExist:	Oook...  Um, Hello.  
Nikki Tyr:	Hi, pleased to meetcha. Want a slide?
DoNotExist:	Um, OK.  ::takes a relatively un-chewed one:: 
DoNotExist:	Hmph. 
Nikki Tyr:	::concentrating more on the fight with krissy 
		that is still in the tense pre-first-blow mode::
DoNotExist:	Cool.  Lemme get the jello ready.
Nikki Tyr:	I made jello today. The chocolate kind. And I 
		baked tartlets to put it in.
DoNotExist:	Then wrestle in it you shall. 
Nikki Tyr:	How ironic.
DoNotExist:	You have baked your own downfall, Katana-woman!
Nikki Tyr:	But they're so, so good! Come to me, come to my 
		realm of power, and I will feed you on my sweetened 
		baked goods!
DoNotExist:	Oooh...  THe smell is temptilicious... But I 
		must resist...
Nikki Tyr:	::waves a tartlet shaped like Nevada under her nose::
DoNotExist:	Mmm.... legal prostitution...
Nikki Tyr:	::the aroma waftes across the room::
DoNotExist:	No!  Nevair shall you tempt me!
Nikki Tyr:	::starts dribbling melted cheese over the tartlet::
DoNotExist:	   ...no....
Nikki Tyr:	::...pungent melted cheese::
DoNotExist:	aagggghhh...
Nikki Tyr:	Well, Renie? What says you now?
DoNotExist:	I resist stilll.....  
Nikki Tyr:	Not for long..
DoNotExist:	Krissy will save me!
Nikki Tyr:	You will fall together
DoNotExist:	No!  
Nikki Tyr:	It is inevitable!
DoNotExist:	Nothing is inevitable... 
Nikki Tyr:	This is nothing.
DoNotExist:	Oh no!  Not... false logic!   Agggh!HH
Nikki Tyr:	::dribbles on more cheese, many different 
		types of cheese::
DoNotExist:	I... can.... live.... without... 
		cheeeedeeewwseee...