F T F O I:	you!
Krissy 80:	what?
F T F O I:	didn't you get the rock with the note attached?  
		i threw it through your window...
Krissy 80:	no, I didn't.
F T F O I:	i need those pants back.
Krissy 80:	we're not done with your pants yet.  ::hands rob 
		some sweat pants and makes him sit in the corner::
F T F O I:	no, no, no...i need my white&green ones back.
Krissy 80:	::hands Rob some green tights:: I said, you'll 
		have to wait until we're done.. almost
F T F O I:	::throws tights back::  those are overdue,
Krissy 80:	::hands the pants back, with an evil grin on her 
		face::
F T F O I:	::looks distrustingly at the pants:: ::flings 
		them into the washing machine::
F T F O I:	::shrugs::
Krissy 80:	::keeps grinning uncontrollably::
F T F O I:	::shrugs some more:: ::feels unbalanced:: ::takes 
		off shirt and puts on a tight white one instead::
Krissy 80:	ooh baby!
F T F O I:	::stares::  chill.
Krissy 80:	::a ticking sound begins to eminate from the 
		washing machine::
F T F O I:	i change in school all the time.
Krissy 80:	::washing machine beeps::  it's tight....
F T F O I:	::looks back at the machine::  i don't think it 
		makes that noise...
Krissy 80:	::beeping intensifies::  I'm surprised it lasted 
		that long.....
F T F O I:	lasted?
Krissy 80:	::the machine explodes, bits of aluminum shrapnel 
		flying everywhere.  Krissy ducks behind the 
		dryer::
F T F O I:	::dives to the floor:: shit!
Krissy 80:	::dryer clangs as bits of metal embed themselves 
		in it::  goddammit!!!  that was supposed to be 
		you!!! 
Krissy 80:	::looks around the room:: dammit, we just rebuilt 
		this place...
F T F O I:	well, it's your fault for setting a friggin' BOMB!
Krissy 80:	flesh is easier to clean up than metal 
		shrapnel!!!!
F T F O I:	and you think i'd just LET myself be blown up?
Krissy 80:	you've got a bit of shrapnel stuck in your temple.
F T F O I:	LEAVE it.
F T F O I:	::stands up and away::
Krissy 80:	bye bye.  hey look.. ::picks up a small scrap of 
		white cloth:: I think this is yours. ::hands it 
		to you::
F T F O I:	you blew up my favorite pair of pants???!!!!
Krissy 80:	::rolls eyes::  Quick Study.
F T F O I:	you BLEW UP my FAVorite PAIR of PANTS????
F T F O I:	::fights the urge to unlease a vacuum fire-punch::
Krissy 80:	::backs away slowly, heading toward the door::
F T F O I:	get back here.
F T F O I:	NOW!
Krissy 80:	bugger off.
F T F O I:	::eyes literally fill up with blood::
Krissy 80:	cool effect.  ::opens door and walks out::
F T F O I:	not cool.
F T F O I:	::calls after her::  hey, I ain't cleanin' this 
		up!
Krissy 80:	no problem.  it'll be mysteriously fine next 
		issue!!!
F T F O I:	rilly?
F T F O I:	wait a sec...
F T F O I:	what the dilly yo?
Krissy 80:	the laundry room. not the pants.
F T F O I:	::pouts::
Krissy 80:	and who's dilly?
F T F O I:	never heard that expression?
Krissy 80:	never.
F T F O I:	it's cool.  no one knows how to respond to it.
Krissy 80:	ah.  and I'm getting tired.  Go bother Renie.  
		Maybe she can clone your pants or something.  
		Let's ask her...  I would think she'd know these 
		things, especially since she is a CK model....
F T F O I:	::nods::  yea, cool.
Krissy 80:	bye bye.  but the pants will never be the same...