Krissy 80: what's up with her? F T F O I: i think she's still duped from the dino-tranq... DoNotExist: Owww.... tied up... tightly... DoNotExist: Cir-cu-lation... Krissy 80: oh. Krissy 80: ::shrugs:: Krissy 80: you'll live. really. DoNotExist: ::tongue hangs out a bit:: Krissy 80: and if you don't, we can always bring you back.... F T F O I: oh, and that. DoNotExist: ::labored breathing:: Krissy 80: Rob, you tied her up... F T F O I: ::slaps reen upside tha head:: quit exaggerating Krissy 80: lol Krissy 80: well, here's the lasso... DoNotExist: ::head lolls to the side, tongue hangs out completely:: F T F O I: reen... DoNotExist: ::eyes roll back:: Krissy 80: stop. F T F O I: reen, you're not dead DoNotExist: Yes I am! F T F O I: a HA! Krissy 80: ::takes the lasso and ties it around Renie:: Krissy 80: well? DoNotExist: ::holds a mirror up to mouth:: See! It's not fogged! F T F O I: reen, you are MOVING and TALKING.. Krissy 80: she's delusional... F T F O I: no shit DoNotExist: Yeah, but I'm all stiff and my left buttock's been itching for many 6 hours now... F T F O I: ha ha ha Krissy 80: well.... ::raspberry:: Krissy 80: let's get to the matter... F T F O I: which IS? Krissy 80: whether she's trustworthy and can be untied. F T F O I: reen, simple question: are you dangerous, or stupid? DoNotExist: Neither. Krissy 80: power of the lasso.. Krissy 80: what are you then? F T F O I: tha's it. she can't be untied. DoNotExist: Wha?! DoNotExist: Come on!!! I couldn't hurt a fly! F T F O I: well, if she's dangerous, then we kill her off... DoNotExist: I mean, literally couldn't! F T F O I: if she's stupid, we let her go... DoNotExist: I'm afraid of 'em.. F T F O I: but if she claims to be anything else... Krissy 80: hey, the lasso is working... F T F O I: we have to question her further Krissy 80: of course. DoNotExist: Well, how should *I* be one to judge my own intelligence?! F T F O I: you always do anyhow Krissy 80: forget it. next question: are you working for our arch enemy? Krissy 80: whoever that may be? DoNotExist: Not that I am aware of, no Krissy 80: oh, okay... Rob? F T F O I: ah, but you MIGHT be his unwitting pawn! DoNotExist: No, dammit! DoNotExist: I'm at least a knight... F T F O I: okay, good enough. F T F O I: What should we name our HQ? Krissy 80: yeah... DoNotExist: "The abandoned dusty back room that no one else is using because it's got asbestos walls." DoNotExist: Or "TADBRTNOEIUBIGAW"! F T F O I: that's what it IS...but it needs a NAME.... Krissy 80: ummm.. ::sideglances at Rob:: DoNotExist: Whut, you don't like my sleek acronym? F T F O I: okay, just kidding! DoNotExist: I'm hurt. And itching! Krissy 80: yeah yeah.. but we really need a name DoNotExist: "Wellbutane." Krissy 80: what's that? DoNotExist: Iss an anti-depressant. Krissy 80: oh... hmm... F T F O I: egg. Krissy 80: ::snickers:: F T F O I: i still think we need eggs. DoNotExist: and cheese DoNotExist: oh! F T F O I: yes, reen, cheese too DoNotExist: And bacon. DoNotExist: Can't ferget the dead pig. F T F O I: on a bagel... Krissy 80: ug? DoNotExist: Bleh... a croissant, you philistine! F T F O I: BAGEL! Krissy 80: umm... DoNotExist: Grrrr F T F O I: BAGEL! DoNotExist: No! F T F O I: BAGEL I SAY! Krissy 80: ::goes upstairs into the control room and turns on Seinfeld:: Krissy 80: ::watches the fight via monitor:: DoNotExist: ::lays there:: F T F O I: egg. F T F O I: it is late now. F T F O I: bed must go to I DoNotExist: Yes, yes. DoNotExist: CROISSANT! Krissy 80: untie her already... or knock her out again... Krissy 80: ::pulls out the tranquil gun, comes back in, and shoots Renie:: DoNotExist: ::pleading look:: DoNotExist: ... Krissy 80: maybe we could tie her up ala Hannibal Lecter Krissy 80: ::unties the body and drags it into a cell:: Krissy 80: ::handcuffs one leg to the cot:: DoNotExist: *thumpthumpthump* DoNotExist: O (ow, those steps are gonna hurt when i come to) Krissy 80: now be good. ::considers straight jacket:: DoNotExist: ::if she were conscious would consider a straight jacket a bad idea:: Krissy 80: oh, okay.... ::thinks better of it, and chains up the other leg:: Krissy 80: ::locks the cell door, and hopes for the best:: Krissy 80: we can go after Alison if you want... DoNotExist: ::drools a bit:: Krissy 80: I'll take that as a yes... Krissy 80: kay, bye...