Krissy 80:	::giggles::
DoNotExist:	Grrrr.
Krissy 80:	::cackles at Renie::
DoNotExist:	::whimpers, backs away, then pounces you::
Krissy 80:	::claws pop out, catching Renie and pawing her 
		face::
DoNotExist:	::bites at yer claws::
Krissy 80:	::jabs at Renie, hoping she chokes::
DoNotExist:	::twists yer paws in her jaws::
Krissy 80:	::pushes harder, forcing Renie to eat paw::
DoNotExist:	::mumbles through a mouthful of paw::  Mmm.  
		Not bad.  Needs a little salt. 
Krissy 80:	::kicks Renie in the stomach, forcing the paw 
		back out::
DoNotExist:	:::collapses into a pathetic, curled-up, gasping 
		heap::
Krissy 80:	::kicks Renie again::  are you butch? huh? huh?! 
		::kicks her again::
DoNotExist:	::grunts::  NO...
Krissy 80:	oh.  well then.  ::kicks her in the head::  
		what to do..  ::pulls out the tranquilizer gun ]
		and shoots Renie::
DoNotExist:	::convulses a bit, then body goes limp::
Krissy 80:	::strings Renie up and decides to use her like 
		a Barbie doll::  hmm.... peppermint pink or lilac?
DoNotExist:	::is thrust deeper into unconsciousness::  
Krissy 80:	::chooses the little red and pink number for 
Renie::  now to find some pumps....
DoNotExist:	::is beckoned toward a tunnel with light on the 
		other end by a group of flying chinchillas::
Krissy 80:	::sprays Renie with water to do her hair::  
		where are dem curlers?
DoNotExist:	::floats toward the pretty tunnel-type thingy::   
		Oooh!  Pretty grey aminal!  ::grabs a chinchilla::
Krissy 80:	::slams Renie's head against the wall in a 
		pathetic attempt to do a french twist on her 
		hair::
DoNotExist:	::the darkness suddenly fills with stars.  
		startled, she squeezes the chinchilla in her hand 
		and is rather unnerved when the rodent's eyes pop 
		out::
Krissy 80:	::finishes the hair and looks for the pumps 
		again::
Krissy 80:	::checks Reen's pulse, and finding that 
		satisfactory, puts the pumps down and goes off to 
		play somewhere else::
DoNotExist:	::sloooowly regains consciousness::
DoNotExist:	::wakes up with what feels like a bad hangover, 
		or she thinks so, anyway, never actually having 
		experienced one:: 
Krissy 80:	::tosses a few Nerf balls at Renie's head:: 
DoNotExist:	::staggers::
Krissy 80:	you're still strung up.  but you're wearing a 
		pretty dress.
DoNotExist:	::look down at herself, seing a red and pink 
		blur::  Agh!  My eyes...  ::winces, puts a hand 
		on her forehead::
Krissy 80:	what about the pumps? dark pink or black?
DoNotExist:	::rushes to the bathroom for a quick rendezvous 
		with a toilet::
DoNotExist:	::vomits for a while:: 
Krissy 80:	those restraints sure didn't hold.  ::calls after 
		Renie::  I think the black ones are nicer!!! 
		::digs around in the closet:: how about these?? 
		::holds up a pair of red platform shoes::
DoNotExist:	::wipes her mouth with pink quilted toilet paper, 
		walks out, wavering a bit::
DoNotExist:	Um, those are nice.
Krissy 80:	cherry red!!! ::grins like an airheaded idiot::
DoNotExist:	Ooo... Shi-nee...
Krissy 80:	::waves the glossy shoes in front of Renie::
DoNotExist:	::head moves side to side to follow the progress 
		of the red platforms::
Krissy 80:	::waves them back and forth::  Reeeenie..... 
		reeenie...  ::tosses the shiny shoes onto a frilly 
		pink bed::
DoNotExist:	::dives after 'em::
Krissy 80:	::the bed turns out to be a trap.  the pink 
		frilliness absorbs Renie, filling her senses with 
		sugar and spice and everything nice::
DoNotExist:	Darn it.
Krissy 80:	evil clone!!!  are you girly or not?
DoNotExist:	I'm no evil clone!  I'm Renie!
Krissy 80:	are you girly or butch?
DoNotExist:	I'm neither.  I'm androgynous.
Krissy 80:	oh, okay.  that's better.  ::pulls up the pink 
		blanket and lets Renie go::
DoNotExist:	Thank you
Krissy 80:	red shoes? ::holds up the shiny footwear again::
DoNotExist:	Nah, I'll stick with my boots for now
Krissy 80:	okay. what about the dress?
DoNotExist:	No thanks.   
Krissy 80:	give it back.  maybe we can dress Rob up in it.
DoNotExist:	Ok.  ::strips::
Krissy 80:	ooh, Renie!!!  ::takes the dress and hangs it back 
		in the closet::  
DoNotExist:	Um, where'd my clothes go?
Krissy 80:	::points to the soiled heap on the floor::  there.
DoNotExist:	What happened to 'em?
Krissy 80:	::shrugs:: tis a strange place.  if you need it, 
		there's a washing machine o'er there...  :points 
		toward the laundry room:: careful, we just got a 
		new machine.
DoNotExist:	Nah, it's ok
Krissy 80:	::wanders into the other room to watch TV::  hey, 
		I thought Vanna White was dead....
DoNotExist:	hgjg chd
Krissy 80:	Renie, are you coherent?
DoNotExist:	never
Krissy 80:	::rolls eyes:: of course.