DoNotExist:	I do not like cows.  I do, however, enjoy 
		chocolate.   
Krissy 80:	They're chocolate cows.  Maybe they give 
		chocolate milk.  Maybe they know where to find 
		more chocolate.
DoNotExist:	Why are we getting so surrealistic all of a 
		sudden?  I didn't enter JLS to chase chocolate 
		cows in a sulfuric netherworld, you know.  
Krissy 80:	then why did you join it?
DoNotExist:	I told you, for the status.  And the social 
		interaction.  And the sex.  And the free room 
		and board.  Not to mention the large-screen 
		TV.
Krissy 80:	then why aren't you a drunken rock star?
DoNotExist:	I don't like being drunk.  And I'm tone deaf.  
		And not nearly attractive enough to make it 
		in today's superficial, commercialized 
		entertainment industry.
Krissy 80:	oh, and the Spice Girls are?
DoNotExist:	Well, I for one find Posh quite fetching.  
Krissy 80:	I prefer Scary Spi...  ah, are you coming or 
		not?
DoNotExist:	Oh, fine.  ::coughs::  Dammit.  ::starts 
		walking in the general direction of the 
		freakin' cows::
Krissy 80:	whoo hoo.  maybe we'll go to that Hershey Park 
		in Hershey Pennsylvania.  I think.
DoNotExist:	What the hell does this have to do with JLS 
		being sold out to the Man, again?
Krissy 80:	I'm sure it'll be something unexpected and out 
		of the blue.  Like these red and green wires 
		on the floor. ::grabs a handful or wiring, 
		and looks down the corridor::
DoNotExist:	What floor?
Krissy 80:	the dirt... and rock.. and more dirt, that 
		floor.  
DoNotExist:	Follow the wires, or the cows?  Whatever shall 
		we do?
Krissy 80:	::a crowd of people in stupid costumes appear, 
		screaming::  follow the wires! cows cow cows! 
		door number 1! door number 2!  take the 
		herring!!!
DoNotExist:	   ....
		Oh look, a melting clock.
Krissy 80:	it's a painting.  in the name of rationality, 
		I say follow the wires because the cows came 
		from that direction.  Myabe there are more 
		there.  Oh, and we can find out what these 
		are connected to....  ooh, I smell smores.
DoNotExist:	Blah.  Non-sequiturs.
Krissy 80:	don't blah me.  I say we go this way. 
		::points::  My stomach and brain seem to be 
		in agreement...
DoNotExist:	Fine... 
Krissy 80:	you don't seem to have the energy for this.... 
		maybe I shouldn't have thrown your inhailer 
		away....
DoNotExist:	I don't need a fucking inhaler, dammit.
DoNotExist:	I'm all bright-eyed and bushy-tailed.  
DoNotExist:	So there.
Krissy 80:	I see.  then put some spine into it!!!!  
		let's go!!  ::begins to skip down the tunnel::
DoNotExist:	::jogs reluctantly after her::
Krissy 80:	see, here it is. ::picks up the inhailer 
		and just as quickly drops it::  hmm...  do 
		you hear something?
DoNotExist:	My stomach.  Unless that's your stomach.  
		Why?
Krissy 80:	actually, it sounds vaguely like electronics.  
		that hummmm that tells you something's on, 
		but so low as to have it's existence doubted 
		and you can't find the source.
DoNotExist:	Mmm. 
Krissy 80:	come Spoink.
DoNotExist:	Spoink. 
Krissy 80:	::looks at Renie:: that's encouraging.  
DoNotExist:	No.
DoNotExist:	::sits down::
Krissy 80:	::sighs:: hwat???
DoNotExist:	I don't want to
Krissy 80:	::pouts:: why not?
DoNotExist:	I am tired and hot and stuff. 
Krissy 80:	It's not hot. Not here, anyway...
DoNotExist:	jhegfjk 
Krissy 80:	in fact... ::sniffs the air:: it's air 
		conditioned.
Krissy 80:	come on ::grabs Renie's dog collar and pulls::
DoNotExist:	Dog collar?
Krissy 80:	yeah, why are you wearing one...  wait a 
		minute.. ::looks at it:: I put this on 
		Lenny!!! Dammit, he's done it again.
DoNotExist:	I don't feel so good. 
Krissy 80:	howso?
DoNotExist:	I feel like I'm about to go splat.  In fact, 
		I do believe I will. 
DoNotExist:	Goodnight.