Bored, bored, bored, bored, bored....
You know, when I first agreed to this little trip with Red I figured I'd have loads of fun. See the sights, spend time with Ivy, peel the skin off a few nitwits. That sort of thing. It sounded like loads of fun to hunt down some slack-jawed idiot who didn't know enough to pay back whatever loan shark he’d borrowed from and make them bleed. Red is such a lovely color.
Don't get me wrong, when we're hunting it's loads of fun. Well, not as fun as Mister J could make it but we're supposed to keep a low profile and stuff.
I hate keeping a low profile.
And when we're not hunting, Ivy's setting up the next hunt and I'm all alone. Well, there are the babies, but it's not like I can go out and see the sights and stuff. Do you know how many times the cable stations show both volumes of Kill Bill? Too many times, and this is coming from a someone who likes to fangirl squee all over that Go Go chick.
I want one of her weapons, too, that ball and chain thingie. Although I can't find it on line. I think I might still try to ask Old Man Kittlemeier if he can find one like Go Go uses or have one made. If anyone can do it it'll be him, even if I have to pay out the nose it.
Right now, though, Ivy's busy. I've looked on the Internet till my eyes are about to bleed, and if I watch one more old movie on Encore I'm gonna start screaming. And I thought Arkham made you crazy. Maybe I'll get the ammonia and hydrochloric acid out of my make up bag and get some protection out of the bathroom lobby downstairs and make a few “water balloons”. Or should I call them gas balloons? It's one of the first tricks that Mister J taught me: (HCL(g) + NH3(g) -> NH4(g))
'Course, if I drop them from our balcony people will notice but I can skip on over to one of the other roofs and play and be back before Red notices.
I just gotta do something. I'm sick of sitting around being bored!
Don't get me wrong, when we're hunting it's loads of fun. Well, not as fun as Mister J could make it but we're supposed to keep a low profile and stuff.
I hate keeping a low profile.
And when we're not hunting, Ivy's setting up the next hunt and I'm all alone. Well, there are the babies, but it's not like I can go out and see the sights and stuff. Do you know how many times the cable stations show both volumes of Kill Bill? Too many times, and this is coming from a someone who likes to fangirl squee all over that Go Go chick.
I want one of her weapons, too, that ball and chain thingie. Although I can't find it on line. I think I might still try to ask Old Man Kittlemeier if he can find one like Go Go uses or have one made. If anyone can do it it'll be him, even if I have to pay out the nose it.
Right now, though, Ivy's busy. I've looked on the Internet till my eyes are about to bleed, and if I watch one more old movie on Encore I'm gonna start screaming. And I thought Arkham made you crazy. Maybe I'll get the ammonia and hydrochloric acid out of my make up bag and get some protection out of the bathroom lobby downstairs and make a few “water balloons”. Or should I call them gas balloons? It's one of the first tricks that Mister J taught me: (HCL(g) + NH3(g) -> NH4(g))
'Course, if I drop them from our balcony people will notice but I can skip on over to one of the other roofs and play and be back before Red notices.
I just gotta do something. I'm sick of sitting around being bored!