MacCaislin: g'morning Krissy 80: afternoon. MacCaislin: Ah. I'm just getting up. Why can't I avoid sleeping so late? Krissy 80: because you suck. no, wait, that's not it. MacCaislin: Oh...but it made sense Krissy 80: okay. whatever. when are you and the rest of the New York branch gonna take care of that ego? the on-site reporter seems to have a drinking problem. MacCaislin: ack, yes...This week? Krissy 80: well, sometime before he destroys Stuy..... MacCaislin: we did swear to protect the school, didn't we? Krissy 80: ::grimaces:: Krissy 80: actually... no we didn't. check your bylaws. MacCaislin: ah, you are right. But the ego is a Karma Threat, certainly. Krissy 80: I guess. How can we hang on the fourth floor when there's no fourth floor to hang on....? hey, that reminds me.. can we wait until the ego has destroyed all the surrounding property before we stop it? that Yuppieville next door pisses me off. plus, it's more dramatic if we wait until the school is on the brink of destruction. makes for a good splash page. MacCaislin: yes! Krissy 80: so what's the game plan? MacCaislin: maybe we should pretend to be fighting it off (without exerting our full powers) and direct it straight into Yuppieville. Then when we have destroyed what we want (and kept Stuy standing) we take it down into the river. Krissy 80: but you can't swim. MacCaislin: hopefully, neither can it? Krissy 80: got me. you know, I just realized something. MacCaislin: whuzzat? Krissy 80: this is your problem, not mine. me and Renie have better things to do. ha ha! Krissy 80: whoops, did I just say that? MacCaislin: ::laughs:: Krissy 80: why are you laughing? ::turns around:: Renie, stop that! MacCaislin: Nevermind that now. The ego is already close to City Hall. A little steering...and... ::zips off:: Krissy 80: oh, well. MacCaislin: ::comes up alongside Droolwood's ego:: Hey! You wanna see somethin' cool? MacCaislin: ::Ego looks at Masochrist, curious:: This way! ::nudges westward:: Krissy 80: ::wanders off to talk to Renie. some shouting is heard, then silence. a loud bang and the tranmission goes dead:: DoNotExist: You hate me. DoNotExist: Well, I hate Russian webmasters. So there. DoNotExist: Meow? DoNotExist: c'mon, please talk to me. I know I'm annoying, but I need human contact. Krissy 80: sorry, I was in the shower. DoNotExist: *sniffle* That's ok. I'm not hurt by being ignored. Krissy 80: sorry, I was just being amused by CNN. DoNotExist: Mmm? Tell. Krissy 80: ::turns away from the computer terminal and turns up the volume on the TV. witness scenes of massive destruction, panic, and really, really bad lesbian jokes:: DoNotExist: Hey! I can provide all those things too! Krissy 80: ::the on-scene reporter comes on camera, sucking on a bottle of vodka like it was a baby bottle. "where the fuck is my tequila???" off-screen whisper answers, "Lorraine, you're on the air!":: DoNotExist: Wow. really? Krissy 80: Lorraine: who cares? the entire viewership will be dead soon anyway! oh, wait. ::clears throat:: The ego continues it's rampage down Broadway, with no apparent end to the mindless horror. And bad jokes! So bad!! Good lord!!! ::downs some more vodka:: DoNotExist: Ego? Krissy 80: ::camera shakes a bit, then catches a shot of David's oversized, inflated ego pulling a King-Kong on some buildings:: DoNotExist: Wow. That's a big ego. Krissy 80: you said it. I managed to get in contact with Ro... I mean Masochrist. he said he'll take care of it, don't know how. DoNotExist: Show the ego a mirror? That should deflate it in a hurry. Krissy 80: Don't know if that would work... it has extraordinary powers of delusion. DoNotExist: Damn. Krissy 80: I do have some good news though.... DoNotExist: O.o Krissy 80: well, since we're stuck here in the Middle of Nowhere, Australia, and the ego is in New York, well, it's really not our problem. DoNotExist: That's what I SAID. MINUTES ago. And here I thought you'd give me free cheese or something. Krissy 80: minutes ago? seems like weeks. I really should get some fresh air... Krissy 80: wait.. what cheese? DoNotExist: Oh, I dunno. A good Camember might be nice. Or some brie on a baguette. Hell, even mozzarella sticks 'd be fine. Krissy 80: yummy. should we order a pizza? DoNotExist: ::looks at Kris:: ::looks some more:: My God, she's delusional. I have to get out of here before she turns violent. DoNotExist: This isn't Earthbound, you know Krissy 80: hey, you're the one who mentioned food first!!!! ::grabs a severed geek arm and brandishes it as a weapon:: DoNotExist: Right, then. ::runs:: Krissy 80: ::babbles incoherently, then wanders off to stare at something shiny:: DoNotExist: ::slows down to a jog, pants:: Damn, I should exercise more. ::looks around. the corpses and iMacs seem to be behind her:: Krissy 80: ooh, it's blinking too. Krissy 80: lookie at the numbers... :45 Krissy 80: hrm. it looks just like all those bombs in the movies. Krissy 80: oh wait.... Krissy 80: :30 Krissy 80: ::turns and runs after Renie:: DoNotExist: ::hears footsteps:: Oh, no, she's still chasing me! DoNotExist: ::runs more:: The cavern darkens around her as she runs deeper in. Krissy 80: :17 DoNotExist: ::Panting hard:: Damn I'm weak. Krissy 80: ::dashes down the tunnel, sneakers making squooshy-squelchy sounds from the blood on them the whole way:: Krissy 80: :05 Krissy 80: Renie, jump! DoNotExist: ::hears something behind her. Collapses, breathless, from exhaustion:: Krissy 80: ::catches up with renie:: I said, jump! ::grabs Renie and jumps forward with her:: Krissy 80: :00 DoNotExist: ::dizzy:: Hey, I'm flying! Krissy 80: ::the iMac of Doom explodes behind them, incinerating all trace of the carnage. the fire travels through the tunnel. we are spared merely because like in the movies, jumping just as something explodes makes one immune to serious harm. I don't know why, it just does:: DoNotExist: ::shakes head, then starts trying to catch her breath:: What just happened? Krissy 80: ::stands up, dusts off:: well, I assume that was the perpetuator destroying the evidence. DoNotExist: You sure it wasn't your pyromania? Krissy 80: of course. I took my pills this morning. DoNotExist: Which pills would those be? Krissy 80: the ones shaped like Fred and Wilma. DoNotExist: Siiigh.