Sytt, Lesser Yugoloth wrote:
Stew: <snore> Drew: You f*!!ing bastard! {shakes fist at Sytt, sits down outside locked dungeon door} . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 2
lynora wrote:
Stew: <SNORE> {with big grin on face} Drew: No wait! She just primed the pump! Just throw a bucket of water on me to clean up, and give me a beer to rehydrate, and I'm good to go! lynora wrote:
Drew: {to Hugh:} You lucky bastard! At least I can enjoy the show. {grins} lynora wrote: ...fade to black. Noooo! Don't turn off the lights. Augh! Damnit, I can't see anything! {to Hugh:} You lucky bastard!
Hugh Jackman wrote:
Stew: {crushes empty Fosters can against forehead} Drew: Yeah, Stew's right. You're just trying to trick us into escaping so you'll have all the babes to yourself. Well, we're onto you, boyo... it ain't gonna work.
lynora wrote:
Drew: Hey! We're both better looking than him. And younger too! Stew: {to Hugh:} You were complaining? I'm not sure you're even a real Jackman. Man up, bucko, and face the Peril!
lynora wrote: "Hello boys," she says with a slightly predatory smile. "Yes, I've seen your brother. I'll take you to him now, okay?" Drew: {whistles appreciatively} Stew: Damn! Hello miss. Sure, you can show us to our brother. No hurry though, someone-, er, something a lot more interesting just turned up. Drew: Real smooth, you idiot. {smiling wolfishly} Hmmm, I suddenly have a good idea what was keeping Hughy. {they follow behind Lynora quite willingly}
{strut in after 26 straight hours of drinking & dancing over at that new Thread Celestial club} Drew: G'Day! Any of you happen to seen our banana bender of a brother, Hugh Stew: {elbows Drew} This is an awfully strange croud in here {accepts Prune Juice & JD cocktail from unseen servant} Thanks, mate... whatever you are.
{tumble in through the doors, already pretty sloshed} Drew: Hey, has anyone seen our older brother, Hugh? He's got some new Wolf-R-Reem thingie he has to start casting for, but the producers can't find him Stew: Forget him for now -- babes and brewskis are everywhere! It's like heaven in here!
Celestial Follower wrote: <Drops magic marker into Angel Fish's bowl> Angel Fish wrote: AIII!! *Cough cough cough* Can't...breathe...through poison... Drew: That's handy. {fishes magic marker out} Thanks Fishie! Gonna need this to write down some sheilas' phone numbers. |