DoNotExist:	'lo, Masochrist. 
F T F O I:	::phases back to fully visible::  ah.  reen. 
DoNotExist:	I do believe you owe me a certain sum of money. 
F T F O I:	Jesus God...I fuckin' disappear for a year into 
		a portal to Hell and when I come back all you 
		want is money? 
DoNotExist:	Well, yes.  Frankly, I have no desire to 
		participate in a tearful reconciliation 
		ceremony.  Rob took my underwear and I want 
		access to the revenue generated by it, to which 
		I am more than entitled.  
F T F O I:	Like I know shit about that.  Like I said, I've 
		been on the "other side" for a year. 
DoNotExist:	Yes, but you are Rob's alter ego.  Therefore, 
		you know all his passwords and account numbers.  
		Give me access to the money and I'll let you 
		possess my body while I have lurid sex with TBD. 
F T F O I:	some consolation.  I've got a better idea.  
		::walks out and into the vault wall::
		::comes back out after a few minutes:: 
DoNotExist:	::looks at him questioningly:: 
F T F O I:	Holy...you know, you've got people locked in 
		there. 
F T F O I:	Give me the combination, then give me your body. 
DoNotExist:	Frankly, I don't trust you with either.  Tell 
		me what you intend to do.  
F T F O I:	Let them out and find out what the hell they're 
		doing...I recognize the intern...she still has 
		stuff to answer for. 
F T F O I:	The guy, though, I never seen him. 
DoNotExist:	Hmm.  ::walks over, unlocks the safe, then turns 
		to Masochrist::  All right, go ahead.  and be 
		careful, I'm fragile. 
F T F O I:	::possess reen's body:: ::shouts at first and 
		shakes his head::  damn but you're weak... 
F T F O I:	::closes over the vault door but leaves it 
		ajar:: ::internally, to reen::  weapons?  I can't 
		trust them not to attack.
DoNotExist:	::jacket, hung off the detachable lining near 
		left armpit:: 
F T F O I:	::reaches and finds a hammer:: ::thanks:: 
		::swings vault door open::  Alright, you in 
		there...out.  Into the main room, it's time 
		for some questions. 
F T F O I:	::the intern cowers in the corner while the 
		man moves confidently:: ::Masochrist threatens 
		with the hammer:: ::he slows down:: 
DoNotExist:	::I said LEFT armpit!  Dislexic whore!:: 
F T F O I:	::reen, take over on this one, I'm going to take 
		the intern's body and drag her out here:: 
F T F O I:	::passes from reen into the intern:: 
F T F O I:	::shudders:: ::walks behind the man out of 
		the vault:: 
DoNotExist:	::reaches into correct part of jacket and 
		removes BFG::   
DoNotExist:	::waves them out with it:: 
F T F O I:	::nods in appreciation::  nice. 
F T F O I:	::winces and rubs throat, disliking his new 
		voice:: 
DoNotExist:	::points gun much bigger than should have fit 
		into her jacket lumpless at male:: 
DoNotExist:	Who are you?  Are you that tech support guy, 
		by any chance?  I THOUGHT Kris might be hiding 
		something.... 
F T F O I:	::the man refuses to talk:: 
F T F O I:	::the intern, still possessed by Masochrist, 
		walks all the way into the main room:: 
DoNotExist:	::stands with legs apart, points gun at him 
		more menacingly::  Come on then, answer me. 
F T F O I:	::passes out of the intern and stands facing 
		the speechless male::  talk, buddy, or I take 
		you next. 
F T F O I:	::whispers to reen::  I'm going to try 
		something...maybe if I take over their bodies, 
		I can move into their minds and steal the 
		information.  Keep the weapons ready just in 
		case. 
DoNotExist:	::blinks in lieu of nodding:: 
F T F O I:	::to the guy from the vault::  Well?  Still not 
		talking? ::takes over his body:: ::tries to 
		overcome his mind:: 
F T F O I:	::the man shudders violently:: ::Masochrist 
		struggles to conquer his psyche:: 
DoNotExist:	::stands there with the gun, watching:: 
F T F O I:	::passes back out of him:: ::whispers to reen::  
		his will is still too strong, but more time in 
		the vault should clear him up.  Bring him back 
		there and I'll try the girl.  She seems timid 
		enough. 
F T F O I:	::walks slowly over to the girl:: ::stares at 
		her::  Feel like telling us what the hell you 
		were doing in our headquarters? ::the girl 
		stammers and whimpers:: ::takes her over 
		suddenly:: 
DoNotExist:	::ushers guy into vault with the gun::  Come 
		on, get in there, you illicit boy-toy or 
		whatever you are... 
F T F O I:	::stands up:: ::the intern's voice calls to 
		reen::  I've got it! 
DoNotExist:	Mmm? 
F T F O I:	The intern...guess who she was interning FOR? 
DoNotExist:	::walks out to join him/her::   Whom?  
F T F O I:	Viacom !