Posted by Dancer knows this is early, but she might not have net access later. Besides, other people might want to chip in. Vizh? Finny? Oh, and apologies to Manny ;-P on January 30, 2001 at 08:57:44:
[The Scene: Visionary and Cheryl’s condo has been spray-painted pink and purple in readiness for Troia’s surprise 21st Birthday Party]
Vizh: I still do not see why we couldn’t have done this at the Lair Mansion.
Exile: Hey! Every time we have a bash there and some super-villain turns up to trash the place it takes weeks to clear up afterwards.
Vizh: I still do not see why we couldn’t have waited for Cheryl to get back from winning that surprise trip for one to Hawaii to ask her permission.
Dancer: That _was_ a surprise, wasn’t it? What a massive co-incidence.
Lisa: The fact is this place has everything we need for a party - a huge freezer which Enty is even now improving…
Vizh: *shudder*
Lisa: A big coat-closet where Finny can hide…
Finny (sounding muffled): Just practising.
Lisa: Chairs so we can block the coat-closet door when we stuff Ziles in there…
Finny: What? What did she say?
Lisa: And aplenty of space for that big cake that ManMan’s going to jump out of.
ManMan: Yeah, it should be… wait a minute!
Dancer: I can hardly wait.
[Later: Dancer, Donar, and CSFB! have the job of keeping Troia occupied and getting her to Vizh’s condo on time for the surprise party.]
CSFB!: C’mon. We haven’t even started looking at the Stern-era Spideys yet.
Troia: Please! Nine hours of comics without a bathroom break can strain even a battle-trained Amazonian bladder.
Donar: Aye! E’en though we didst peruse the scribings of yon Walt Simonson, the god of comiceths. But fortunately the hemigod of thunder didst find relief by makething use of yon strange bottles under the CrazySugarFreakYouth’s bed labelled Zima.
CSFB!: *splutter*
Troia: I want to go out for a bit. It is my birthday. I should be having, I dunno, presents and cards and stuff.
Dancer: Now Troia, we told you about the Paradiopolis postal strike because of the bad name Messenger was giving mail carriers. People were firing shotguns at them through their mailboxes in stark terror.
CSFB!: What kind of stuff did you do for birthdays back on Amazon Isle? [leers hopefully]
Troia: Most people stopped counting after their five hundredth. But we did do extra spear practise.
CSFB! stops leering.
Dancer, needing a distraction: Excuse me, Troia, but there is a woman in Amazon battle armour out there screaming that she is going to disembowel you and take your men.
CSFB!: Cool!
Donar: Fair Dancer ist most right. It art an Amazon challenging three to mortal combat.
CSFB!: In a mud pit? With loofahs? *Ouch!*
Polypheme 1, Troia’s old classmate: Come on out, you raddled tart, and taste the birthday kiss of a true Amazon!
Troia (with beaming smile): Excuse me, guys. I have to go and have a happy birthday. Oh Polyfeeb…!
[Later again, back in Vizh’s condo]
ManMan: She did what??
Dancer: It’s true. The proctologists are still dealing with the aftermath. Then she made DK go shopping with her.
Hatman: Er, Dark Knight? Shopping?
Dancer: For clothes. Expect mall shoplifting statistics to go waaaay down.
Goldeneyed: It’s okay. Yo went with them. And so did spiffy’s credit card.
spiffy: AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!
Banjooooo: They let spiffy have a credit card?
spiffy: I happen to be omni-mayor, you know.
Banjooooo: Well I happen to be King of the Sea Monkeys and all I get are those Readers’ Digest competitions, and let me tell you…
Dancer: I suggested that Troia choose something non-traditional to wear for her birthday. It seems some one [glares at Trickshot] had explained to her about her having to spend the day in her birthday suit.
Trickshot: Hey, I was just trying to help her with man’s world customs, y’know?
Vizh: Is that what they call it these days?
Lisa: Hey, they won’t be long now guys. Time to get ManMan into the cake.
ManMan: I am not getting in any cake. No chance!
Dancer, smiling: Oh, I think there’s a very small chance, Manny. I really do.
ManMan: You wouldn’t…
Sorceress: Need me to magic up an outfit?
Ziles: Need me to design one?
Knifey: *snicker*
ManMan: Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaggggggggggghhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!
Deathstar Druid: YEAGHBLHRAGHRAAAAAAAAUUGHH!!!
Vizh: Hey, that’s the doorbell. It’ll be Nats with the pizza.
G-Eyed: Am I the only one who thinks De Brown Streak should fetch pizza. I mean, we’d get it hot, right?
Vizh (answers door): Okay, I’m the cheese and… Er…
The Hooded Hood: Good Evening.
[To be continued by HH (or whoever)]