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deathsdoctor) wrote2012-12-20 09:26 pm
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[Law’s journal clicks on, thanks to the meddling of two annoying houseguests, far, far away from the man (who is manfully restraining some violent urges towards his visitors.), and records the following conversation.]
*Hic* - Hey! Hey, Jack! You gotta try this orange soda. It’s got some kick.
Santa’s going to be mad at you. No drinking on the job! … uh, where did you find that stuff, anyway?
[Inquiring elves want to know, okay?]
Friiiiiiiiidge.
… yeah. Just... don't touch anything in there anymore. Now where did those two goo--- oh? Did you hear that? Mike? [The faint sound of high pitched mewing.] Chris Christmas! MIKE! Get back here. We’re on a mission!
KITTENS!
That’s very nice, Mike. Now leave them alone before the mama… oh dear… mommy cats--- MIKE, JUST RUN!
… a~aah… *hic*?
….
AAAAH!
Good kitties! NICE KITTI---AIIIIIIIIIIEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!
... every year. Hang on Mike, I'm coming!
[Footsteps sound and the journal is picked up, revealing a green clad elf brandishing a candy cane wildly and danging in air by the collar from a gray cat's mouth, while a red clad elf is sobbing hysterically under the paw of a black cat surrounded by her three kittens, just a day old.
Law sighs loudly. Cranky pirate captain doctor is cranky:]
Troublesome. What have you gotten into now? We were trying to sleep.
H-hey, you! Get us out of here! We'll put in a good word with Santa for you and your boyfriend! [DON'T LET THEM EAT US!] ... p-please? We won't even tell him about that naughty book you have. Come on...
... and if all I want is for you two to leave and never come back?
... uh... but... Santa... ugh, you're in so much trouble, Mike... ..n..noo... If you don't do this, you'll end on the naughty list! Santa's watching!
... hn. [Yeah... that's really helping your case, fellas.] Fine.
[The journal cuts off.]
*Hic* - Hey! Hey, Jack! You gotta try this orange soda. It’s got some kick.
Santa’s going to be mad at you. No drinking on the job! … uh, where did you find that stuff, anyway?
[Inquiring elves want to know, okay?]
Friiiiiiiiidge.
… yeah. Just... don't touch anything in there anymore. Now where did those two goo--- oh? Did you hear that? Mike? [The faint sound of high pitched mewing.] Chris Christmas! MIKE! Get back here. We’re on a mission!
KITTENS!
That’s very nice, Mike. Now leave them alone before the mama… oh dear… mommy cats--- MIKE, JUST RUN!
… a~aah… *hic*?
….
AAAAH!
Good kitties! NICE KITTI---AIIIIIIIIIIEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!
... every year. Hang on Mike, I'm coming!
[Footsteps sound and the journal is picked up, revealing a green clad elf brandishing a candy cane wildly and danging in air by the collar from a gray cat's mouth, while a red clad elf is sobbing hysterically under the paw of a black cat surrounded by her three kittens, just a day old.
Law sighs loudly. Cranky pirate captain doctor is cranky:]
Troublesome. What have you gotten into now? We were trying to sleep.
H-hey, you! Get us out of here! We'll put in a good word with Santa for you and your boyfriend! [DON'T LET THEM EAT US!] ... p-please? We won't even tell him about that naughty book you have. Come on...
... and if all I want is for you two to leave and never come back?
... uh... but... Santa... ugh, you're in so much trouble, Mike... ..n..noo... If you don't do this, you'll end on the naughty list! Santa's watching!
... hn. [Yeah... that's really helping your case, fellas.] Fine.
[The journal cuts off.]
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Having fun with the gnomes?
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... shouldn't you be more worried about getting out of Amaya's jaws?
... ahaha...aha... please...
More annoying than entertaining, sadly... the cats on the other hand? They seem to like them.
[Here kitty, kitty, kitty. Ultimately Law doesn't want to scrub elf guts out of his carpet.]
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So new cat-toys, eh? Saves on birds and feathers at least.
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T-t-t-toys? [SQUEAK.]
... mmhhmm. Thinking about it. The girls have been really, really good after all.
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[Grins evilly as Law tortures the poor elves. Which get his own elf making a check-mark on a pad of paper in the corner behind him.]
They do rather look like colorful mice, eh? I can understand why the cats would have trouble distinguishing.
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They're squeaky too. Music to their ears. [Trying to coax Amaya closer once more. The cat prances out of range. Mine. Mineeee. With her elf squeaking in fear.]
The only bad thing is I'm out of carpet cleaner.
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[Marco's card is just weird. His elf figured out that Marco would follow all the good suggestions... only so long as they weren't suggested as anything more than a reminder as if he was already going to do them. :| Which, to be fair, Marco was. His naughty list is keeping a pretty high tally with the good though.]
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It's just as well, I'm sure taking care of sick cats would put a damper on romance even more than ghosts, eh?
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[At least... Halloween event ghosts are kickable. No word on the real deal.]