DoNotExist:	I need stimulation. 
Warching:	?! 
Warching:	I'm not really into that. 
Warching:	Sorry. 
DoNotExist:	Want to become an honorary member of the JLS 
		for a few minutes so that I can beat the 
		bloody hell out of you in my superhero guise?  
Warching:	Why not? 
Warching:	Who the hell am I? 
DoNotExist:	You Joe.  Me Renie.  ::clubs you over the head 
		with big-ass Cloud-y sword and drags you to 
		the JLS headquarters by the hair:: 
Warching:	That was rather enjoyable. 
Warching:	Can you sever my genitalia next time? 
DoNotExist:	::kicks you in the rids::  Good morning. 
Warching:	I could use that. 
DoNotExist:	ribs... 
Warching:	As I said, I slept through Japanese. 
Warching:	I told my roommate to do almost the same thing 
		but he didn't. 
DoNotExist:	You're not supposed to be enjoying this.  
DoNotExist:	::kicks you again:: 
DoNotExist:	C'mon, beg for mercy.  
Warching:	::Still manages to churn out a couple bars of 
		Leo Brouwer's Etudes in with his blood drenched 
		hands::  
DoNotExist:	Sigh.  ::bends down, grabs your collar and 
		drags you to the lab:: 
Warching:	I have a collar? 
Warching:	On a t-shirt? 
DoNotExist:	::snaps one on::  And what a wondrous thing it 
		is. 
Warching:	Kinky. 
Warching:	Can I get a penis-ring too? 
DoNotExist:	::presses a button on the remote, causing the 
		collar to send a painful jolt of electricity 
		through your body::  If you're good. 
Warching:	Wow. 
Warching:	I can feel my neurons.  
Warching:	Is that possible? 
DoNotExist:	::flips a switch::  ::sound of something big 
		powering up::   
DoNotExist:	*I* will ask the questions here. 
Warching:	But you're not German! 
DoNotExist:	::looks at you::  What has THAT got to do with 
		anything? 
Warching:	You have to say "Vee have vays of making yoo 
		talk." 
Warching:	Besides, it's a thing. 
Warching:	Anyone in my family can only be assaulted by 
		Germans. 
Warching:	My roommate is discussing his anal tenseness. 
Warching:	He claims my other roommate couldn't even rape 
		him. 
DoNotExist:	That's it.  I thought we'd have a nice torture 
		session and relieve some stress, but you're 
		enjoying this far too much.  You will now be
		raped by eight scotsmen and a militant lesbian.  
DoNotExist:	::goes into the other room to place a call::  
Warching:	Can't the lesbian rape the Scotsmen without my 
		help? 
Warching:	I'm still working on Kevin's anal tenseness. 
DoNotExist:	::pokes head in lab briefly::  Psst!  This is 
		when you make your escape attempt.
Warching:	Freedom! Horrible horrible freeedom!  
Warching:	::Runs buck-naked through streets:: 
DoNotExist:	My God.  WHat terrible evil have I unleashed? 
Warching:	Nothing worse than that survey I wrote. 
Warching:	At least I haven't mentioned Clitoral 
		Piercings yet. 
Warching:	Wait... 
Warching:	just did. 
DoNotExist:	Fiend! 
Warching: 	NOW you've let loose evil. 
DoNotExist:	::straps on several BFGs, runs after him:: 
Warching:	Where did you put them? 
Warching:	::Shouldn't have asked...:: 
DoNotExist:	Oh no.  He's got access to the surveillance 
		cameras!   
Warching:	Only the ones in the bathroom. 
DoNotExist:	Why oh why were we too cheap to install better 
		access protection that last incident? 
Warching:	I sell the tapes on the net. 
DoNotExist:	It's been done. 
Warching:	JLS-voyeur o' vision. 
DoNotExist:	WE're the REal World , remember? 
Warching:	Oh yeah. 
Warching:	That's odd. 
Warching:	I always thought the real world was the one 
		with all the lima beans. 
DoNotExist:	::makes her way to the room with all the 
		monitors, staying out of camera view:: 
DoNotExist:	Your ass is mine, clitoral piercing boy. 
Warching:	::sits and watches cameras while playing 
		with himself in a monkey-like fashion::
DoNotExist:	::Creeps along walls and secret passages::   
Warching:	::Continues clutching genitalia. Begins to 
		pick nose.:: 
DoNotExist:	::kicks down the door to the control room, 
		points two BFGs at Jackin' Joe::  Hello. 
Warching:	Good Morning! 
Warching:	How's the lemur? 
Warching:	::Does handstand on penis:: 
Warching:	That's technically not a handstand then is it? 
DoNotExist:	::Joe falls to the floor, as his penis is shot 
		from under him:: 
Warching:	Damn. 
Warching:	I knew I should have gotten the bulletproof 
		model. 
DoNotExist:	Well, it's not like it was much of a fall...  
		::fires some more in his general direction::  
Warching:	Can't...stop...doing the monkey... 
DoNotExist:	::BLAM BLAM BLAM:: 
Warching:	::does monkey:: 
Warching:	Without a torso. 
Warching:	Simpsons references defy death! 
DoNotExist:	Wait, he's still wearing the collar!  
		::bzzzzz!!!::  ::fried Joe::
Warching:	::Sizzles a bit:: 
DoNotExist:	Leaves for a second, comes back with a large 
		plastic garbage bag, where she puts Joe's 
		remains::  I guess I should let TBD play with
		this... 
Warching:	::Squelches:: 
DoNotExist:	::kicks the bag::  Watch it. 
Warching:	What? 
Warching:	I don't have eyes. 
DoNotExist:	::Carries it back to the lab, secures it with 
		a twist tie:: 
DoNotExist:	You're dead.  Don't talk.  ::gives the bag 
		another kick:: 
Warching:	::Continues squelching in lieu of actual 
		speech:: 
DoNotExist:	She's coming, you know,  
Warching:	::SQuelch?:: 
Warching:	::Squelches out the odd little ending of Leo 
		Brouer's Etudes Simples::