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Well, I was about to go to dinner, but hermionemalfoy and lyraladybug just both IM'd me. So I can't very well leave now. I'll try and post a little cookie while I'm waiting for them to get bored with me.
Same universe as yesterday, same plot bunny. This is basically the continuation of yesterday's entry,
"Why is it men never stop to ask for directions?" Wolfie asked petulantly, indicating the not terribly inviting surroundings that they had somehow wandered into.
"I know exactly where I'm going," replied Mac. "I just have no fucking clue where I am."
Wolfie rolled her eyes. "Here. That looks like a drug dealer," she said, pointing to a shifty-looking character on the corner. "Maybe the trip will take us where we want to go."
They approached the shadowy figure, looking for all the world like a short-sighted waffle chef and an orphaned junkie hooker. The dealer looked up. "Hey man, you got a quarter, gimme a quarter man."
Wolfie beat him up and took his dope.
In no time at all (well, for large values of no time at all, because they did after all have to shoot up, smoke up, and ingest the variety of drugs they had procured), they were high as kites. And boy, was the wind blowing.
"Let's go fly a kite, up to the highest height, let's go fly a kite, and SEND IT SOARING!" Wolfie belted out.
"Oh look. A purple elephant. I wonder what it eats," Mac remarked.
"YOUR MOM!" Wolfie replied.
"Where?!?!?!" Mac suddenly looked sketchy. Nobody wants to be caught riding a purple elephant by their mom...particularly not that kind of riding.
"Madeja look!" Wolfie teased.
They got on top of the elephant and started riding it for all it was worth. The elephant certainly seemed to enjoy it, at least. They can do amazing things with their trunks.
And soon enough, they had arrived at the day-care center. Little children surrounded them and demanded to pet the elephant, which, of course, the elephant desired very much. He was much like a priest, yet in order to avoid offending any Catholic readers, we will not delve further into this topic.
Oh screw it. They're offended already.
Anyway, Mac and Wolfie took out "the stuff" and started dispensing candy to babies. The babies gurgled in thanks, or maybe that was just the sound of their hearts stopping. In any case, it didn't really matter to Mac and Wolfie, because they had done their good deed for the day. They had made a handful of naughty brats into pliant, obedient bodies.
And now I run to dinner.
Same universe as yesterday, same plot bunny. This is basically the continuation of yesterday's entry,
"Why is it men never stop to ask for directions?" Wolfie asked petulantly, indicating the not terribly inviting surroundings that they had somehow wandered into.
"I know exactly where I'm going," replied Mac. "I just have no fucking clue where I am."
Wolfie rolled her eyes. "Here. That looks like a drug dealer," she said, pointing to a shifty-looking character on the corner. "Maybe the trip will take us where we want to go."
They approached the shadowy figure, looking for all the world like a short-sighted waffle chef and an orphaned junkie hooker. The dealer looked up. "Hey man, you got a quarter, gimme a quarter man."
Wolfie beat him up and took his dope.
In no time at all (well, for large values of no time at all, because they did after all have to shoot up, smoke up, and ingest the variety of drugs they had procured), they were high as kites. And boy, was the wind blowing.
"Let's go fly a kite, up to the highest height, let's go fly a kite, and SEND IT SOARING!" Wolfie belted out.
"Oh look. A purple elephant. I wonder what it eats," Mac remarked.
"YOUR MOM!" Wolfie replied.
"Where?!?!?!" Mac suddenly looked sketchy. Nobody wants to be caught riding a purple elephant by their mom...particularly not that kind of riding.
"Madeja look!" Wolfie teased.
They got on top of the elephant and started riding it for all it was worth. The elephant certainly seemed to enjoy it, at least. They can do amazing things with their trunks.
And soon enough, they had arrived at the day-care center. Little children surrounded them and demanded to pet the elephant, which, of course, the elephant desired very much. He was much like a priest, yet in order to avoid offending any Catholic readers, we will not delve further into this topic.
Oh screw it. They're offended already.
Anyway, Mac and Wolfie took out "the stuff" and started dispensing candy to babies. The babies gurgled in thanks, or maybe that was just the sound of their hearts stopping. In any case, it didn't really matter to Mac and Wolfie, because they had done their good deed for the day. They had made a handful of naughty brats into pliant, obedient bodies.
And now I run to dinner.