DoNotExist:	I'll forgive you THIS time. 
Krissy 80:	for what? 
DoNotExist:	Oh, you KNOW what you did.  
Krissy 80:	oh, me and Danielle...  
DoNotExist:	You and Danielle? 
Krissy 80:	heh. ::grins:: 
DoNotExist:	::repeats, in exactly the same tones::  
		You and Danielle? 
Krissy 80:	heh. 
DoNotExist:	::utterly puzzled by Krissy's lack of response 
		to her casual inquiry:: 
Krissy 80:	heh. 
DoNotExist:	::decides to utilize gratuitous vilence instead::   
DoNotExist:	::grabs Kris by the collar::  Answer me, 
		you ungodly whore! 
Krissy 80:	heh.  heh.  heh.  heh.  ::Krissy continues 
		to chuckle, until her head falls off.  there 
		are blue wires sticking out of the stump:: 
Krissy 80:	heh. 
DoNotExist:	kick-ass!  
Krissy 80:	::the body twitches:: 
DoNotExist:	::picks up the head::   This is going to 
		look great on my wall! 
Krissy 80:	::the head is ticking:: 
Krissy 80:	heh heh heh. 
Krissy 80:	::it explodes:: 
DoNotExist:	Ow. 
Krissy 80:	::Renie is thown back into the wall, her skull 
		cracking with a large crunch sound:: 
DoNotExist:	::stands up, outraged:: 
DoNotExist:	No! 
DoNotExist:	I am NOT going to die anymore! 
DoNotExist:	It's wrong! 
DoNotExist:	It's unfair! 
DoNotExist:	Why do *I* have to die?   
DoNotExist:	Well, fuck you!  My skull spontaneously 
		regenerates! 
DoNotExist:	So bite me, whoever you are! 
DoNotExist:	::rubs back of head::  Dammit.     
Krissy 80:	::the body continues to twitch:: 
DoNotExist:	Now, who keeps doing tihs to Krissy? 
Krissy 80:	::small nanites erupt from the neck stump, 
		and begin to sweep up the mess:: 
DoNotExist:	::steps back a bit, afraid that they might 
		clean her shoes:: 
DoNotExist:	This is far, far too disturbing for me.  I 
		think I'll take a nice bath.  Yeees, a bath...  
Krissy 80:	::the nanites crawl over her shoes:: 
Krissy 80:	::they clean up the explody bits:: 
DoNotExist:	You bastards!  I didn't clean those for a 
		reason!  ::stomps them:: 
Krissy 80:	::the nanites keep coming:: 
DoNotExist:	Oh my god!  My dirt!  My precious dirt!  My 
		caked mud! 
DoNotExist:	::takes out gun, starts shooting own feet::  
DoNotExist:	::clanging noises as bullets bounce off steel:: 
Krissy 80:	::the nanites crawl over Renie::
DoNotExist:	::british, indignant::  Stop that! 
Krissy 80:	::bullets ricochet off the TV and hit Renie in 
		the leg:: 
Krissy 80:	::the nanites keep coming:: 
Krissy 80:	::Renie is covered in them:: 
DoNotExist:	Fuckin' bulletproof TVs!  ::begins limping to 
		the lab, brushing nanites off simultaneously.  
		What the hell is a freakin' nanite anyway?::  
Krissy 80:	::the body on the floor is completely gone, 
		having been processed by nanites:: 
Krissy 80:	::small clicking sounds are heard:: 
DoNotExist:	::looks for a first aid kit, bleeding 
		profusely:: Not... gonna.. die THIS TIME!!! 
Krissy 80:	::the nanites wander around, cleaning up bits 
		of the explosive head from Renie's hair:: 
DoNotExist:	Grrrr!!!! 
Krissy 80:	::more clicking:: 
Krissy 80:	::beeping:: 
DoNotExist:	::finds some Tick band-aids::  Stupid... irony...  
		DIE!!!  ::passes out in pool of blood::  
Krissy 80:	::a long beeeeep is heard.  the nanites 
		stop, and sponteneously distinegrate into a 
		fine dull silver powder:: 
DoNotExist:	::powder absorbs blood, and staunches bleeding 
		of Reene's leg:: 
Krissy 80:	::walks in with a small travel bag:: ooh, 
		forgot my toothbrush.  ::steps over Renie's 
		prone body and grabs her toothbrush off the 
		counter::  ooh, Oral-B.  ::walks out::