F T F O I:	::screams, body arching and raising into the 
		air:: 
Krissy 80:	eew. 
F T F O I:	::floats in mid-air, limbs dangling:: ::a 
		scratchy, echoing voice calls out::  Balance ! 
F T F O I:	::screams again, flailing wildly::
Krissy 80:	this is.. unpleasant. 
F T F O I:	::his body wretches in mid-air:: ::lanyards 
		sprout rapidly from his bald head and grow 
		past his shoulders:: 
F T F O I:	::his arms, chest and legs grow stronger, 
		more defined:: ::the voice repeats::  Balance ! 
Krissy 80:	this is getting  creee-py.  ::backs away, 
		first slowly, then quickly steps off:: 
F T F O I:	::his skin glows briefly before he falls 
		to the floor in a heap:: 
Krissy 80:	::pulls out a Remington rifle, and pokes 
		at Rob with it:: 
F T F O I:	::the rifle passes through as though he were 
		a ghost:: 
Krissy 80:	oh my.   
F T F O I:	::shudders involuntarily:: 
Krissy 80:	::makes skkkkk sound::  Houston, we have a 
		problem. 
Krissy 80:	hey bud-dy.  what's up? 
F T F O I:	::slowly comes to::
Krissy 80:	you're all wurbly, wurbly... 
F T F O I:	::looks slightly confused:: ::stands up::  
		Holy shit...  
Krissy 80:	ooh.  ::pokes the rifle though him:: 
Krissy 80:	you've gone all incorporial. 
F T F O I:	::looks down as the rifle passes through him::  
		I can see...It's understandable, though 
Krissy 80:	::stops poking:: why? 
F T F O I:	well, he was talking about balance and all...
		and I had a feeling I'd end up here 
Krissy 80:	he?  he?!?  ::swipes the rifle around a bit, 
		then fires it into the air::  what the hell 
		are you saying?!? ::brings the rifle to bear:: 
F T F O I:	I don't know who he was, but I hadn't really 
		seen or heard him before.  I knew he was 
		there all along, but, somehow... 
Krissy 80:	who is this mysterious 'he'????  don't get 
		metaphysical on me, air-boy. 
F T F O I:	::sighs tiredly::  I don't know!  I told you.  
		I never met him.  He was obviously some kind 
		of higher power, but there's nothing you can 
		use to describe him here, the other side 
		isn't like all the preconceived crap you hear. 
Krissy 80:	him him him...  wait wait wait...  if you 
		can't describe him, now the hell did you 
		know it was a he.. ::gets a funny look::  was 
		it a giant floating dick? 
F T F O I:	his presence was male, at least around me.  
		Maybe he...it...can change forms 
Krissy 80:	ooh, sexy.  now.. why are you all 
		wurbly-not-there? 
F T F O I:	I've been like this since the last time I 
		was here 
Krissy 80:	actually I meant the incorporialness. 
F T F O I:	that's what I'm talking about. 
Krissy 80:	oh. um... what was the last time you were 
		here? 
F T F O I:	It was a long time ago...you tore out the 
		doll from my jacket and burned it on the 
		stove... 
Krissy 80:	::twitches:: me?  did I? 
F T F O I:	no, it wasn't YOU, it was Masochist.  Rob.  
		Whoever.  The JLS in any event 
Krissy 80:	::backs away slowly:: no good can come of 
		this... 
F T F O I:	I really have no idea what anyone means...
		last I remember I see reen's subconscious 
		slipping into this portal, and then he comes 
		and talks some crap about balance. 
F T F O I:	Then all of a sudden I'm back here...there 
		was another portal...I thought that I was 
		going through it both ways at once, but it 
		wasn't me...it was him.  Masochist.  Only he 
		didn't end up where I did... 
Krissy 80:	wh.. who... who are you? 
F T F O I:	Me?  You don't remember? ... I'm Masochrist. 
Krissy 80:	::shrieks and runs away:: 
F T F O I:	::walks through the walls to get to the main 
		room, shaking his head::  Damned Leaguer's.