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*Dr Evil enters the bar holding Mr. Bigglesworth, his lower lip protruding in a clear pout. He takes a seat at the bar and swivels his stool -carefully- to watch the crowd.*
Ah, l'amor. It is everywhere, Mr. Bigglesworth. It's times like this that I find myself curious about Frau. I know things got weird for awhile. Yeah. They did. *He raises his voice.* But I like to think that we will eventually be able to meld our satisfactory working relationship with something more... tender. I made an effort last valentine's Day, you know. I did. I made her a meat pie castle and cracked open an exquisite bottle of tang. Did she appreciate my evil wooing? No. She spent the evening with her militant friends darning golf socks and discussing the Decameron. I don't know why.
Perhaps we can find you a lady to love this evening. Yeah. You can be a smitten kitten. *He cackles.* Get it? It rhymes. Ok, never mind.
Let's sing.
Flowers and wine is what I thought I would find
When I came home from working tonight
Well now here I stand, over this frying pan
And you want a cold one again
I bought these new heels, did my nails
Had my hair done just right
I thought this new dress was a sure bet
For romance tonight
Well it's perfectly clear, between the TV and beer
I won't get so much as a kiss
As I head for the door I turn around to be sure
Did I shave my legs for this?
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[OOC: This is mainly a plot post. Feel free to post, but I will most likely be really, REALLY slow replying.]
Ah, l'amor. It is everywhere, Mr. Bigglesworth. It's times like this that I find myself curious about Frau. I know things got weird for awhile. Yeah. They did. *He raises his voice.* But I like to think that we will eventually be able to meld our satisfactory working relationship with something more... tender. I made an effort last valentine's Day, you know. I did. I made her a meat pie castle and cracked open an exquisite bottle of tang. Did she appreciate my evil wooing? No. She spent the evening with her militant friends darning golf socks and discussing the Decameron. I don't know why.
Perhaps we can find you a lady to love this evening. Yeah. You can be a smitten kitten. *He cackles.* Get it? It rhymes. Ok, never mind.
Let's sing.
Flowers and wine is what I thought I would find
When I came home from working tonight
Well now here I stand, over this frying pan
And you want a cold one again
I bought these new heels, did my nails
Had my hair done just right
I thought this new dress was a sure bet
For romance tonight
Well it's perfectly clear, between the TV and beer
I won't get so much as a kiss
As I head for the door I turn around to be sure
Did I shave my legs for this?
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[OOC: This is mainly a plot post. Feel free to post, but I will most likely be really, REALLY slow replying.]