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Date Posted: 08:28:40 09/29/01 Sat
Author: Kande's Sis
Subject: Um...Kande? Det says pointing a shaky finger at the cloud
In reply to: kande, continuing the storyline 's message, "Kande shakes the pen, trying to get more ink out of it." on 03:48:04 09/27/01 Thu

"Can't you see I'm busy here, people?" Kande screeches, writing furiously on her list pad. "Making a Xmas list is a creative process."

"Whatever," Det shrugs and motions the rest of the gang out to the street as the cloud from the chemical beaker begins to wisp its way throughout the room. As they file out, they can hear Kande screaming:

"AAAAAGGGHHH! The smoke is erasing the ink!"

Meanwhile, KM is still longingly looking up at the dots that are Stardoe and IG crawling up Mt. Krychek. What she wouldn't give to be with them! Camping out under the stars, roasting marshmallows, using leaves for toilet paper...ahhhh, that's the life! She is rudely disturbed from her reverie by Rabid's complaints.

"You call this hot chocolate? It's instant! I ordered real hot chocolate. And these cookies? These aren't homemade," Rabid tosses the chocolate and cookies on KM's italian tile floor petulantly and pouts. The sluglets mew and drool next to her.

The Mayor clutches the hair by her ears and yanks. If she continues to watch Rabid for much longer, she will be bald. Literally. She has an idea.

"Rabid," she says sweetly, "how would you like to..."

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