Cleaning House

[anchorman_ron]

Conchita, the maid, has the day off. Too bad for Ron it's the same day he discovers what happened to that rib roast he left on the counter. Baxter, that clever little mongrel, had jumped onto the counter and absconded with it. But Baxter was a little dog, and couldn't eat all of the rib roast. He left the remains to moulder in the guest bedroom

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[wicked_fairy]

Maleficent is making the rounds. For no reason other than that she loves to torment people. So she appears in a puff of green smoke at his doorstep and presses the doorbell.

[anchorman_ron]

Ron hears the doorbell and about leaps for joy.

"Maybe Conchita forget it was her day off and came in anyway!" Ron really hopes this is the case, as the mess is very gross to clean. He runs to the door, gardening gloves still on his hands.

Opening, the door, his face falls to see the green-faced scorpion woman.

"Oh, hello." A thought occurs to him. "Are you Conchita's replacement?" He never did ask what she does for a living, after all.

[wicked_fairy]

While she waits she examines her fingernails, and his happy to see they are red and undamaged. She hates maintaining her beauty, but she works at it.

She gazes at him blandly when he opens the door. "Replacement for what?"

[anchorman_ron]

"Replacement for my maid. Baxter left an awful mess in the guest bedroom. It's utterly disgusting." He waves his gloves in her face.

[wicked_fairy]

She jerks back, both from the insult and the nasty gloves. "Are you mad! I am no servant. I could care less if you lived in a pig sty. It would suit your disposition. And stop shoving your filthy hands in my face!"

[anchorman_ron]

"What?" Ron is confused. "I'm not shoving my hands into your face." He shoves his gloves into her face, almost touching her rather long nose. "This is shoving my hands into your face."

[wicked_fairy]

Having him invade her personal space like that leaves her positively livid. Her eyes widen in fury, and she sneers. "Dolt. Get away from me. If you can't keep your fingers to yourself, I'll give you one more to worry about."

She steps back to stay clear of him, then points her staff at him. Her eyes flash, and a tiny burst of purple light shoot at his right hand.

She then flips him off for good measure, hoping he'll not notice the extra finger for a while.

[anchorman_ron]

Ron frowns at her theatrics, then shouts when his right glove starts feeling too tight. He rips the glove off, astonished to see a fully formed sixth digit. "Vexatious harridan, what did you to do me?" He flexes the new finger; all the joints seem to work.

[wicked_fairy]

She tilts her head back and cackles. "What do you think I did, you fool? I cursed you! My goodness, your vocabulary is far better than I would have thought. You should be proud."

[anchorman_ron]

"Uncle Jonathan's corn cob pipe, why did you curse me? You could at least offer to clean up the mess for all the aggravation that you've caused me!" Ron attempts to shake his right fist at her, but the feeling of extra finger curling against kind of weirds him out.

[wicked_fairy]

She shakes her fist right back at him.

"That was for your presumption! How dare you mistake me for a commoner. And I'll not touch one inch of the inside of your house because I am not a maid! Clean it yourself."

[anchorman_ron]

Ron chokes on outrage and hurls his messy glove at her head. Then he flees back into his house, locking it after him.

[wicked_fairy]

She watches the glove flutter to the floor in front of her with a bored look, then conjures up her smoke so she can disappear.