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...Spree's Attempt At Bribery...
Larry! I'll be your best friend if you give me my Deiter back. I promise! I'll let you read my diary! Pretty pretty please with sugar on top? You can have all the money in my piggy bank! I'll cry if you don't.
Sephi! Bring my Deiter back please. I'll hook you up with my friend so you don't have to marry yourself! She's a half gold elf! I'll give you a spork and a glass canopy to crash through! You can hold me hostage! Do it for me? Be a pal!
Mistral! Can you help me look for my Deiter? He's tall and handsome and he's got big green puppy-dog eyes. I'll be nice to you forever! I'll let you hug me without gagging! Girl scout's honor! I'll lock you in a closet with Larry! It'll be a closet with romantic music and a candle-light dinner! PLEASE!
...Spree's Practical Approach...
~Spree starts placing over-grown mouse traps all around the boarder of the cult. They are about seven feet long and four feet wide. There is a huge spring and a bar that was torn from an abandoned roller coaster. She places in the center of each trap a cinnamon pop-tart. She loads the remaining pastries into a projectile and starts snooping around. Mistral walks past and asks what the hell she's doing.~ "SHHH!! I'm hunting Deitews!" ~Mistral says "Awwwww you miss your Deitew" then walks away mumbling something about charter.~
...Spree Tries To Make Scene For Motion Picture...
~Sits down with puppy and looks at pretty stars.~ "Me and Deiter used to look at stars." ~She starts sobbing into puppy's fur.~ "But not anymore! I wish he would just come back!" ~Looks around from corner of eye, clears throat.~ "I wish DEITER would just come back!" ~Looks behind, growls frustration, kicks puppy and storms away.~
...Spree Goes Postal Service...
~Disguises self as mailroom clerk and walks in to post office. Takes scrapbook from large coat pocket. Grimaces. Scribbles out Osama Bin Laden at top of list and replaces with nice picture of Deiter.~
...Spree Goes Soap Opera...
~Goes to fridge for drink. Picks up milk carton and sees Deiter's picture on side. Cries out in anguish.~ "Oh Deiter, if only you'd known before you dissapeared!" ~Larry walks in with Mistral clinging to his arm. Mistral is wearing gaudy fur shawl. Larry chuckles cruelly and rather meanly inquires.~ "Knew what Spree? How I was going to switch the blood for the transfusion. HAH! My plan was perfect! Being in South Africa there was NOTHING you could do!" ~Mistral smirks and Spree sobs.~ "You monster!" ~Larry laughs maniacally.~ "Don't be so selfish Spree! It's not like he had anything of value! All he had was bitchy old you and a soaring career as a botanist!" ~She slaps Larry across the face.~ "I'm carrying his baby you bastard!" ~Runs away crying. Larry laughs and looks down at Mistral, she too is crying. He looks concerned.~ "What's wrong Mistral?" ~She looked down at her round stomach and cried.~ "I'm carrying his baby too!" ~She cries. Larry looks at her in shock.~ "But Mistral... I thought you loved me! Why? Why did you do this to me?" ~She sobbed, pulling out a paper.~ "Because Larry! You lied about your test results!" ~She drops the paper on the ground and runs away. Larry curiously picks up the paper.~ "Oh no! She found my drug test results! She knows that I'm an ecstasy addict and that I only have three monthes to live!" ~Sephi steps out of shadows behind refridgerator and chuckles.~ "I can save you." ~Larry looks over curiously and intentively.~ "How?!" ~Sephi bares his fangs.~ "Become a vampire like me Larry!"
...Spree Goes Shakespeare...
~Leans out of balcony.~ "Deitero, o' Deitero, where for art thou Deitero. Would a pop-tart by any other name, not taste just as scrumptious?"
[ 01-05-2002: Message edited by: Killing Spree ]
[ 01-05-2002: Message edited by: Larry_OHF ]
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