Krissy 80:	hello.   
DoNotExist:	::vomits in your general direction::  Hey.  
Krissy 80:	::backs away and decides to go elsewhere::  how 
		vulgar. 
DoNotExist:	::wipes chin:: Hey wait, it's just food poisoning! 
Krissy 80:	::vomits right back at her:: 
Krissy 80:	take that. 
DoNotExist:	Ick. 
Krissy 80:	well, all's fair. 
DoNotExist:	Pervert. 
Krissy 80:	why does that make me a pervert? 
DoNotExist:	Vomiting is perverse. 
Krissy 80:	women are perverse. 
DoNotExist:	Who are these perverse women you keep mentioning, 
		and where can I find some? 
Krissy 80:	well, I have a video. 
DoNotExist:	Of? 
Krissy 80:	people.  maybe the women are there. 
DoNotExist:	Then by God, man, let's find them! 
Krissy 80:	okay.  ::wanders off to find them:: 
DoNotExist:	But wait! 
DoNotExist:	Who art thou?
Krissy 80:	::stops:: what? 
DoNotExist:	Art thou Krissy or some other foul beast? 
Krissy 80:	as sure as this is the JLS, I guess I'm still me.  
		the sexual identity.  I'm very tiny.  I only look 
		bigger because you're sprawled on the ground.  
		see?
DoNotExist:	Ick.  Looks like I hit you with some of those 
		chunks I hurled.  Oooh, a dorito crumb! 
Krissy 80:	only some.  dammit, you've ruined some perfectly 
		good shoes. 
DoNotExist:	I mean, whateth thouest doing here, little ho? 
Krissy 80:	I'm always here.  I have no other place to be. 
DoNotExist:	Are you going to help us rescue Krissy?  
Krissy 80:	rescue her from what? 
DoNotExist:	The royalty-eating Viacomese? 
Krissy 80:	::stands there with a skeptical look on her face:: 
DoNotExist:	Yeees.
Krissy 80:	and what exactly are they doing to her?
DoNotExist:	Droolwood says they're going to kill her!  
Krissy 80:	oh, Droolwood says... wait, Droolwood... he's 
		around?
DoNotExist:	He WAS.  When he told me, that is.  
Krissy 80:	oh.  dagnabbit.  anyways...  why would they kill 
		Krissy, I mean, I can see how some would feel that 
		way, but why Viacom?
DoNotExist:	Maybe she killed one of em or stole their pants or 
		something 
Krissy 80:	why would she steal their pants?  they don't wear 
		nice pants, only Rob does. 
DoNotExist:	Are you sure?  We should look into this.  What if 
		the Viacomese are a nation of people who wear nice 
		pants?  and speaking of pants, where did Masochrist 
		go? 
Krissy 80:	they wear gray pants, I've seen them.  and last I 
		saw Masochrist, he went to the Outback.
DoNotExist:	What the hell is the Outback? 
Krissy 80:	the desert stuff in Australia.  or a trendy 
		clothing store. 
DoNotExist:	We don't know which?!  We have to find him!  There's 
		no telling what he might do! 	
Krissy 80:	what, besides kill everyone?  I don't really see a 
		problem. 
DoNotExist:	We must find him! 
Krissy 80:	::looks upon the matter with disinterest:: hmm... 
		well, I do need to talk to him again... okay.  you 
		go to Australia, I'll check out the mall. 
DoNotExist:	No, Goddammit!   
DoNotExist:	You're coming with me! 
DoNotExist:	::deftly traps you with cupped hands::    
DoNotExist:	Off we go.  
Krissy 80:	I can't go to Australia.  ::calls the nanite, who 
		crawls onto Renie:: 
DoNotExist:	::flicks the nanite off:: 
Krissy 80:	I couldn't get a plane ticket.  because I'm not real. 
DoNotExist:	Too late, we have reservations. 
Krissy 80:	::falls through Renie's fingers and lands on the 
		nanite:: 
Krissy 80:	screw the airlines. 
DoNotExist:	::i go splat::  
Krissy 80:	splat? 
DoNotExist:	yeakdjmvgl 
Krissy 80:	oh.  ::calls a cab to the airport and has Renie 
		loaded into it, along with several bags of luggage.  
		the driver happily accepts a large tip to ensure she 
		makes it to the plane:: have a lovely trip.