Krissy 80:	will we ever get out of Australia? 
DoNotExist:	Maybe we should settle down here.  You know, have 
		a koala ranch or something.  
Krissy 80:	I don't really like Australia.  It's kinda empty and 
		boring.  And the only place to eat is the local IHOH.  
		And why the hell are those here anyway? 
DoNotExist:	I dunno.  I have to go to the bathroom.  
Krissy 80:	go right ahead.  you have a choice between that bush, 
		that rock, that other bush, the cactus, and another rock. 
DoNotExist:	*sigh*  I can hold it. 
Krissy 80:	or the Port-a-potty. 
DoNotExist:	Port-a-potty? 
Krissy 80:	yeah, that blue speck over there.  the one gathering 
		flies. 
DoNotExist:	I think that's a dead ...something. 
Krissy 80:	now that could be taken in so many ways...  go check 
		it out.  ::shove:: 
DoNotExist:	::stumbles, then gets behind you::  No way, you do it.  
		::shove:: 
Krissy 80:	*I'm* not the one who has to go to the bathroom.  
		::pulls you forward, then ducks down and won't budge:: 
DoNotExist:	::siiigh::  Fine, fine.  I'll be brave and manly and you 
		can cower in the relative safety of a donkey's shadow.   
DoNotExist:	::wanders over::   
Krissy 80:	Hi donkey.  ::pats it on the head:: 
DoNotExist:	::walks closer, stops, then shrieks like a 12-year old 
		girl and comes running back::   
DoNotExist:	::pantpant::  It was horrible! 
DoNotExist:	That thing is... an iMac! 
DoNotExist:	Hold me, Krissy. 
Krissy 80:	an IMac?  is it covered in shit?  and why would that 
		be strangely appropriate?  dammit, I'm going in. 
		::pushes Renie off and begins to walk toward it:: 
DoNotExist:	Hmph.  Like anyone wouldn't be terrified. 
DoNotExist:	Scampers along. 
DoNotExist:	I mean, ::scampers along:: 
DoNotExist:	I should stop saying my actions.  Sigh. 
Krissy 80:	yes, yes, I see....  did you bring the gas mask? 
DoNotExist:	::scratches head with index finger::  Gas mask? 
Krissy 80:	You never were in the Girl Scouts, were you, you 
		heathen communist whore? 
DoNotExist:	Um...  I was in the Soviet Pioneers.  I wore a red 
		scarf...    
Krissy 80:	Didn't they ever teach you the cardinal rule??? 
DoNotExist:	If you see a cardinal, slay him with your red sword 
		of justice, for he is an  capitalist peddler or opiate for 
		the masses? 
Krissy 80:	I was going to say "Always wear a clean beret when 
		selling cookies to little rich old ladies."  but anyway.   
DoNotExist:	Umm.   
DoNotExist:	What does THAT have to do with our situation? 
DoNotExist:	Unless you have Girl Scout cookies on you 
Krissy 80:	Actually, I do.  ::produces a box of thin mints::  
		The Japanese love this crap! 
DoNotExist:	O.o   
DoNotExist:	I think this desert sun is getting to you. 
Krissy 80:	the flies are circling. 
DoNotExist:	So, what plan of action do you propose?  Other than 
		politely turning away while I relieve myself.  
Krissy 80:	Like I'd watch... which I might.  Well, we could just 
		take a look and then scurry away like roaches... 
DoNotExist:	::steps out from behind cactus::  You know, it just 
		occured to me that I could have simply asked to use 
		the IHOH's restroom.  
Krissy 80:	you ran away from there. 
DoNotExist:	Sex? 
Krissy 80:	no thank you.  we have a job to do.  or at least 
		something to be nosy about.  ::walks up to the site of 
		the iMac-like thing::  
DoNotExist:	Hmph.  Well, I'll just stand here and look cute and 
		fuckable.  [note to marketing people: good poster shot]   
Krissy 80:	You were right... it does look like an iMac...  but I 
		don't think it is.. lookie...  ::reaches with her boot and 
		scrapes god-knows-what off a plaque on the side:: 
DoNotExist:	Meow? 
Krissy 80:	looks likes it says... oh no, not again.  "Viacom." 
Krissy 80:	::cue forbidding music:: 
DoNotExist:	This makes... very little sense? 
Krissy 80:	yeah well, we had to move it along somehow. 
Krissy 80:	I wonder what the smell is? 
DoNotExist:	I dunt smell nothing, 
Krissy 80:	::leans toward Renie and catches a whiff of underarm:: 
		geezus!  what was the last time you showered? 
DoNotExist:	Last night.  And I deodorized thoroughly.  Are you sure 
		it's not the Viacom iMac of Doom? 
Krissy 80:	Fine, Miss "I have Teen Spirit."  I'll check.  ::Walks 
		over to the giant plastic abomination::  there's a door 
		here.  ::takes a deep, nasty breath and pulls it open::  
		ooh. 
DoNotExist:	Lemme look, lemme look! 
Krissy 80:	geek meat. 
DoNotExist:	Ummm.  How can you identify it as geek? 
Krissy 80:	Geek: the other blue meat. 
DoNotExist:	Eww.  So, do you think it's TDB or Droolwood?