Krissy 80: Hello little blue wabbit. F T F O I: I don't THINK I did it, but if you're talking about the wednesday night before Danielle's, I was drunk, and I had NO idea what I was doing... Krissy 80: So you admit to your heinous crime! F T F O I: I admit to a not-so-heinous crime and plead insane or something to the others. Krissy 80: And the cows? F T F O I: There are no cows in Manhattan. Krissy 80: That explains a lot. Obviously they must have been manufactured by the Swiss.... F T F O I: Ehp? Krissy 80: ::pauses, looks, then turns:: you have no idea what I'm going on about, do you? F T F O I: that's what I said, Krissy 80: you ehped, that's the mating call of your common TV executive.... or is that the sound their prey makes...? F T F O I: ::shrugs:: Maybe I meant to "eep" Krissy 80: bleep. F T F O I: I didn't do it! Krissy 80: fine fine. we didn't think you had the brains for an operation like that anyway. Krissy 80: well, back to work... ::pulls out a pair of pliers and wanders into the vault:: F T F O I: what? I've been sober for weeks... Krissy 80: yeah, the entertainment shows ran huge stories on it. F T F O I: Aw shit...the cameras are still here? Krissy 80: no little red light. Krissy 80: not anymore, at least. F T F O I: I'm confused. Krissy 80: we took care of the problem. well, part of it. are you sure you weren't drinking.. heh, the drunken Irishman... F T F O I: It was just that one night. Unless I didn't know about it again. I didn't know until later that time either. Krissy 80: that you were drunk or that it was night? Krissy 80: ::nudges Rob:: Dammit, he's died again. Krissy 80: ::rummages through his pockets, removing it's monetary contents:: ooh, a Tic-Tac! Krissy 80: ::counts the money, and walks off, humming "Flagpole Sitta":: Krissy 80: ::comes back with a pink marker, which she uses to draw circles on Rob's cheekbones:: Krissy 80: g'night.