To Silver Cheetah

[Silver Cheetah]

Originally posted by Absynthe: Absynthe, posting from his secret hideout in the executive washroom at work... "Hi everybody, sorry I've been absent, but the axe is swinging freely at my work, so i must needs keep a low profile... Tracey, darling little dwarf, I will happily own you, or at least hire you out for a bit, for um, research purposes. Unfortunately my current circumstances are quite reduced, so i'm afraid it may take a bit to arrange payment. Care to donate yourself to science? We can probably secure some kind of government grant for that. P.S., as SC will be busy with Diogenes for a while, now's our chance, nudge, nudge, wink." Absynthe quickly and quietly vanishes away, like the famous boojum...

There seems to be some confusion on who owns who at this precise moment in time. Dio refuses to cede ownership to anyone, and insists that the original contract with himself and Absynthe still holds. So the only solution here is share options.

Anyone care to invest in some rather dodgy futures?

Personally, I am retiring to a monastery on the first of next month, so any interested parties need get in there fast before the gates swing closed with a sonorous bang.....

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[This message has been edited by Silver Cheetah (edited 10-17-2001).]

[Neb]

Originally posted by Silver Cheetah: There seems to be some confusion on who owns who at this precise moment in time. Dio refuses to cede ownership to anyone, and insists that the original contract with himself and Absynthe still holds. So the only solution here is share options. Anyone care to invest in some rather dodgy futures? Personally, I am retiring to a monastery on the first of next month, so any interested parties need get in there fast before the gates swing shut.....

Well, the way I see it, there's only one thing to do:

"Come Zbyszek! Let us go abduct Tracey and SC before Dio and Absynthe can act!"

[Silver Cheetah]

Originally posted by Neb: Nah, I'm not especially bright, I doubt I even pass average, on a good test anyway.

Ho ho everything's relative



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[Neb]

Originally posted by Silver Cheetah: Ho ho everything's relative

Yes, and I'm relatively stupid.

[Neb]

Originally posted by Neb: Well, the way I see it, there's only one thing to do: "Come Zbyszek! Let us go abduct Tracey and SC before Dio and Absynthe can act!"

Seeing that Zbyszek is not around, Neb locates a large bag and abducts Tracey and SC while Dio and Absynthe are sleeping, unfortunately, neither of the two wild cats are sleeping and Neb manages to use up a whole roll of duct tape before he stops the bleeding.

[Silver Cheetah]

Originally posted by Neb: Seeing that Zbyszek is not around, Neb locates a large bag and abducts Tracey and SC while Dio and Absynthe are sleeping, unfortunately, neither of the two wild cats are sleeping and Neb manages to use up a whole roll of duct tape before he stops the bleeding.

Kick!! Struggle!! Cheetah WANT to go to monastary!! And NOT liking duct tape one bit!! Cheetah likes cakes, not duct taped abductions. Now she's going to sit and sulk and won't play at all, not even a bit. So there!!



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Absynthe wakes, strangely disquieted at NOT being awakened by scritchy claws, purrings, and the ever-present demands for catnip bodyrubs...
"Dio! Get up man! The girls have been cat-napped!"
Blearily, he stumbles about wondering briefly how on earth the broom got caught up in his pink lederhosen before stepping on an ill-placed cat-toy and falling flat on his face. Absynthe slowly slips into unconciousness from the nasty rap to his head, visions of the abducted sisters following him into the dark abyss....

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Perversion is the true spice of life: Variety is just part of a healthy diet.

[Neb]

Originally posted by Silver Cheetah: Kick!! Struggle!! Cheetah WANT to go to monastary!! And NOT liking duct tape one bit!! Cheetah likes cakes, not duct taped abductions. Now she's going to sit and sulk and won't play at all, not even a bit. So there!!

Half of the duct tape was in fact for my wounds, damn claws, I'll be off to bake a cake to calm the wild Cheetah soon enough.

[Neb]

"Let me check the ingredients:

5 pounds of fudge, check, 7 pounds of chocolate, check, three bags of cocoa beans, 1/2 a bag of sugar, a teaspoon of lemon juice, check, a few walnuts,check , some vanilla ice cream, check, seems as though I remembered everything." Neb admires his masterpiece, "This chocolate cake will be SURE to calm Cheetah down, either that or give her acute sugar and chocolate poisoning." Neb groans as he lifts the heavy plate and begins the difficult job of dragging a 15 pound cake up 2 flights of stairs.

[Silver Cheetah]

Originally posted by Neb: "Let me check the ingredients: 5 pounds of fudge, check, 7 pounds of chocolate, check, three bags of cocoa beans, 1/2 a bag of sugar, a teaspoon of lemon juice, check, a few walnuts,check , some vanilla ice cream, check, seems as though I remembered everything." Neb admires his masterpiece, "This chocolate cake will be SURE to calm Cheetah down, either that or give her acute sugar and chocolate poisoning." Neb groans as he lifts the heavy plate and begins the difficult job of dragging a 15 pound cake up 2 flights of stairs.

Stuffed with cake and goodwell, Cheetah lies digesting lazily. Meanwhile, back at the farm, Absynthe is recovering from a nasty bump on the head.

A cry of anguish breaks from his as the full extent of the loss becomes clear.

He sits quietly, lost in thought, plotting revenge..........

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