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on october 20, 1999, said a llama to a tenshi: there is now DIALOGUE in my sekhmet fic! sekkie: *rolls eyes* *sticks out snakey tongue* anubis: *peers at script* dude. what the hell is THAT metaphor s'posed to mean? and i sleep with-- *shock* who? him? and him? AND him? *sweatdrop* cale: *preening* she got a dj of me. *insufferable* dais: *taps perfectly-manicured fingers impatiently against the CounterTops of the Dynasty (tm)* and my turn to ravish the redhead is going to be when?? llama: *glowers at them* for muses, they're awfully picky. maybe i should rename this the Let's Ravish Anubis series. :/ good heavens. ~a penguin named squid~ and in response, said a tenshi to a llama: The countertops of the dynasty? *shnark* *metal image of them all at the salon, Dais getting his nails done* Dais: And so I says to Kail, you know Kail? Yes well, so I says to Kail, "I mean honestly, the way that new redhead just CARRIES ON with everybody, oh REALLY, it's just not to be BELIEVED!" Sekkie: *sitting under a large hair dryer reading "Hot Herpetologists Weekly" and oogling the constrictor centerfolds* He's not kidding! Can you BELIEVE what he said to talpa? He said, "I'm gonna make those little Ronins get on their knees and beg, and TALPA, TALPA comes back with "Well I would sure like to see THAT!" *scandalized gasps from other warlords and baddies in the salon* Dais: *blowing on claws* It's TOO TRUE. And it's not as if he isn't a pert little thing it's almost EXPECTED, you know, looking like that. You would think with that goddy-goody look that he was *conspiratorial whisper, Sekkie clicking off dryer to hear* a GOOD GUY... by Tenshi no Korin
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