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Post By Hatman Mon Oct 09, 2006 at 01:08:08 pm EDT |
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Balls Out Interlude: "A good soldier is always prepared." | |
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There was a polite knock on the door to Dominic’s quarters as he finished lacing his boots. He rose from the edge of the bed and answered the summons, finding Visionary standing in the hallway. After a few moments of silence Dominic prodded him. “Yes?” ‘Oh yeah, hey, how’s it going?” asked the possibly fake man nervously. “Mind if I come in?” Dominic sighed, then moved aside to allow the Regular in. As Visionary walked inside Mr. Epitome noticed a lacy pink bra on the floor and nonchalantly kicked it under the bed. “Love what you’ve done with the place,” Visionary commented. “And Dream was wrong. I don’t see any swastikas.” “I assume there is a point to your intrusion into my personal space?” said Clancy pointedly. “Oh yeah, for sure,” agreed Vizh. “Umm, Dancer asked me to stop by, actually.” The Man of Might hid his trepidation. “About what?” Vizh started fiddling with something in his coat pocket. “Well, she said something about planning a party. She said you’d know all about it.” Visionary noticed that Mr. Epitome visibly relaxed after his last statement. “Ah yes. Dancer is under the misassumption that Yuki and I are planning a surprise party for her.” “That’s the thing about Dancer and misassumptions…chances are her assumptions make an ass out of you and me, not her,” admitted the possibly fake man. “Anyway, she said that she doesn’t want anything fancy, but she has no objections to the social elite of Parodiopolis stopping by if they happen to be in the area.” “There is no party,” asserted the Star-Spangled Splendor. “I’m sure you believe that,” agreed Visionary. “Anyway, pick a date and time and for my contribution I’ll make sure Enty doesn’t hook the sound system into the Lairjet engines for more oomph.” “There is no party,” Dominic repeated. “Sure there’s not,” said Vizh innocently. “Have to keep it on the downlow, I understand.” Mr. Epitome grabbed Visionary’s lapel. “There. Is. No. Party.” He released the Regular. Vizh adjusted his crumpled jacket. “Okay, sure, no more party talk.” Vizh went quiet for a moment, and then pulled a small jar from his pocket. “Umm, she also told me to give you this.” Clancy took the jar and examined it. There was no label. “And this is?” “Umm, that’s the powdered scrotal region of a ravengenbjeast,” said Visionary honestly. Dominic dropped the jar but in a burst of superspeed caught it. Holding the sealed powdered scrotal region of a ravengenbjeast appealed to him more than sweeping up the uncontained powdered scrotal region of a ravengenbjeast. “Why am I holding this?” “Dancer said something about a project you and Al are working on to clone ravengenjeasts to be used against the Avawarriors or something,” Vizh shrugged. “Donar once told me this stuff fetched a pretty good price at the markets in Ausgard. As he put it, ‘the scrotal regions are said to be sooth for those who art not so spry anymore in the Valkyrie department’.” “Ah, yes, the cloning project,” agreed Dominic readily. “This should be very useful. Very useful. Thank you. Now if you’ll excuse me, I have an appointment with Sir Mumphrey.” “Sure, no problem. See ya later,” Vizh began to leave the room. “Though I don’t get why you guys didn’t just take a hair sample from Donar’s rug.” Dominic considered the jar he was holding in his hand as a thought dawned on him. “Is there a particular reason you happen to have this on hand?” “Oh, I think I hear Maggie calling me! Bye!” Vizh called over his shoulder as he suddenly sprinted down the hallway. Dominic looked at the jar in his hand, opened up his sock drawer, and carefully hid it. A good soldier is always prepared, after all. Footnotes! Check out #221: Untold Tales of the Wastelands: The Machinery of War, or Lost Causes for more on the uses of dead ravengenbjeasts! |
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