Crazy Cat Lady punches Past Crazy Cat Lady on the nose.
Miscellaneous Street - The Soap Opera
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Hippy Lady hears the hubbub coming from CCL's house but is too full of Really Happy Brownies to care. With glazed eyes she looks down on MLB, who passed out on the floor after a mere 3 brownies (lightweight!). Kinda cute, but a shame about the snore...
Wonder if that cute FedEx man in the tight shorts would like a brownie?
Wonder if that cute FedEx man in the tight shorts would like a brownie?
^I somehow doubt Daniel2 will remember anything of today. That is if he even survives....
Ice kindly inquires of the HL, "HL can I get some of those brownies please?"
Ice kindly inquires of the HL, "HL can I get some of those brownies please?"
Hold still a sec, Captain_Ice -there's your Cordrazine.
I'll be in the clinic if anyone else needs me
I'll be in the clinic if anyone else needs me
Thank you, but it's not for me. It's for Vinny.
*Ice gives the Cordrazine to Vinny, who promptly takes it, chases down Daniel2, tackles him, and sits on him until the rest of the group arrives with a stretcher.*
*Ice gives the Cordrazine to Vinny, who promptly takes it, chases down Daniel2, tackles him, and sits on him until the rest of the group arrives with a stretcher.*
Hold on - who's Vinny?
The two Crazy Cat Ladies continue to slog it out why the poor pussies look on completely confused.
One of my henchmen who accompanied us on this expedition. The others are Vito and Tony.
Ice notes the fight between the two CCLs and stops to watch for a moment. He watches both Stripes looking at the fight with confused looks on their faces. Stripe! turns and picks up a nearby cat toy. Seeing this, Stripe2 growls at Stripe! and slowly approaches her. Stripe1 growls at Stripe2s approach.
Salad Shooter
Lieutenant Junior Grade
The carnage in this tiny village amazes me ever time I come here. It's always something. Last time it was a sentient hairball... this time aliens.
I climb in the back of my truck, don my Enhanced Vorpal Armor and grab the package. It says "DANGER: GUATEMALAN INSANITY PEPPERS DO NOT SHAKE" I can hear faint laughter from within... and it's not the happy joyous kind of laughter. I approach the customer.
"Fex De for Hippy Lady... sign here ma'am. Than you for the brownie ma'am."
On to the next stop...
I climb in the back of my truck, don my Enhanced Vorpal Armor and grab the package. It says "DANGER: GUATEMALAN INSANITY PEPPERS DO NOT SHAKE" I can hear faint laughter from within... and it's not the happy joyous kind of laughter. I approach the customer.
"Fex De for Hippy Lady... sign here ma'am. Than you for the brownie ma'am."
On to the next stop...
The Tentacle Monster was on our side. 
I hope no more cars explode. That last blast took out my eyebrows.
I hope no more cars explode. That last blast took out my eyebrows.
Re: The thread hijack thread
Leaving Daniel-2 to be patched up by Kirsten's people at the clinic, Daniel-1 heads back outside. Passing Crazy Cat Lady's place, Daniel-1 sees two identical groups of confused cats, trying to fathom which of the two identical women brawling is their master. Daniel-1 shakes his head and continues down the street, thankful that his Jenees get along so well.
Looking up, Daniel-1 sees flying cylinders looming overhead, ominously. Action must be taken.
Vanishing briefly into the Coffee Shop, Daniel returns with a steaming mug of tea in his left hand and a rocket propelled grenade launcher slung over his right shoulder. After a refreshing drink he lifts the RPG, takes aim at the closest cylinder, and fires. A massive explosion lights up the sky - and the cylinder's energy shield. Damn.
"Anyone know a way past an alien shield? RJ? Your computer virus?"
In other news: That new delivery guy looks awfully familiar
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Leaving Daniel-2 to be patched up by Kirsten's people at the clinic, Daniel-1 heads back outside. Passing Crazy Cat Lady's place, Daniel-1 sees two identical groups of confused cats, trying to fathom which of the two identical women brawling is their master. Daniel-1 shakes his head and continues down the street, thankful that his Jenees get along so well.
Looking up, Daniel-1 sees flying cylinders looming overhead, ominously. Action must be taken.
Vanishing briefly into the Coffee Shop, Daniel returns with a steaming mug of tea in his left hand and a rocket propelled grenade launcher slung over his right shoulder. After a refreshing drink he lifts the RPG, takes aim at the closest cylinder, and fires. A massive explosion lights up the sky - and the cylinder's energy shield. Damn.
"Anyone know a way past an alien shield? RJ? Your computer virus?"
In other news: That new delivery guy looks awfully familiar
.Salad Shooter
Lieutenant Junior Grade
Re: The thread hijack thread
This is worse than the time the gigantic Robo-Pope ran amok in the Middle East.
I watch an RPG round hit a flying-thing, and bounce off the shield.
Amateurs.
Consulting my clip-board I see there a package from CERN, addressed to the Village Idiot. My Leatherman makes quick work of the address label. I write something else in.
An old friend lives in this town. He'll know what to do.
I drive to his last known address. There he is...
"Hey Daniel! What the hell is this all about? Wow really? That bad? Almost like the time the Robo-Pope destroyed Syria, eh? Well here, I have a package for you. Put some gloves on before you open it."
...on to my next stop.
This is worse than the time the gigantic Robo-Pope ran amok in the Middle East.
I watch an RPG round hit a flying-thing, and bounce off the shield.
Amateurs.
Consulting my clip-board I see there a package from CERN, addressed to the Village Idiot. My Leatherman makes quick work of the address label. I write something else in.
An old friend lives in this town. He'll know what to do.
I drive to his last known address. There he is...
"Hey Daniel! What the hell is this all about? Wow really? That bad? Almost like the time the Robo-Pope destroyed Syria, eh? Well here, I have a package for you. Put some gloves on before you open it."
...on to my next stop.
Ice1 watches Daniel1 run into the coffee shop and then emerge a minute later with an RPG. When he launches the RPG, the round bounces off the shield of the nearest alien vessel.
"Shit, time to call in the big guns", says Ice1 as he runs into the bookshop.
Ice2 is down in the basement of the Deli having a beer when all of a sudden his phone rings.
"Code Foxtrot Tango Sierra Sierra Foxtrot", says the voice on the other end. Ice2 looks out a casement window on the street side of the basement.
"Shit! I'm on it," says Ice2 as he hurries over to an antique bar with three beer taps over in one corner of the basement. Ice2 pulls both outer taps at the same time and then turns and heads down a staircase that has appeared where the floor behind the bar had previously been.
Three minutes later, Daniel1 hears someone behind him scream "Fire in the Hole!" and turns to see Ice2 standing behind him with something on his shoulder that makes his RPG look like a child's toy in comparison. Suddenly a jet of plasma energy turns loose from the end of the weapon, rips through the alien shield, and envelops the closest cylindrical ship, forcing it up and into another ship. Both ships somehow remain in flight, but are badly damaged. The weapon erupts again, and the first ship disintegrates.
When the weapon doesn't discharge a third time, Daniel
(who is flat on the ground now) turns and looks at Ice2.
"Do something! This damned thing only has two shots in it and takes forever to recharge!"
Ice1 looks on from inside the bookshop as he slowly closes his phone.
"Good thing I remembered that my phone's number....though what in the hell is that thing? I don't remember owning one of those. Something isn't right. And what happened to RJ's special basement? It's just not here in this bookshop."
"Shit, time to call in the big guns", says Ice1 as he runs into the bookshop.
Ice2 is down in the basement of the Deli having a beer when all of a sudden his phone rings.
"Code Foxtrot Tango Sierra Sierra Foxtrot", says the voice on the other end. Ice2 looks out a casement window on the street side of the basement.
"Shit! I'm on it," says Ice2 as he hurries over to an antique bar with three beer taps over in one corner of the basement. Ice2 pulls both outer taps at the same time and then turns and heads down a staircase that has appeared where the floor behind the bar had previously been.
Three minutes later, Daniel1 hears someone behind him scream "Fire in the Hole!" and turns to see Ice2 standing behind him with something on his shoulder that makes his RPG look like a child's toy in comparison. Suddenly a jet of plasma energy turns loose from the end of the weapon, rips through the alien shield, and envelops the closest cylindrical ship, forcing it up and into another ship. Both ships somehow remain in flight, but are badly damaged. The weapon erupts again, and the first ship disintegrates.
When the weapon doesn't discharge a third time, Daniel
(who is flat on the ground now) turns and looks at Ice2.
"Do something! This damned thing only has two shots in it and takes forever to recharge!"
Ice1 looks on from inside the bookshop as he slowly closes his phone.
"Good thing I remembered that my phone's number....though what in the hell is that thing? I don't remember owning one of those. Something isn't right. And what happened to RJ's special basement? It's just not here in this bookshop."
RJD-1 replies, "You're not the only one with a secret panel," as a bookcase slides to the side revealing a secret elevator, from which RJD-2 emerges. RJD-2 still has his eyebrows. He's also holding an old book which is held together with tape.
"I have here the prefix codes to all hostile alien ships," he says, pointing to his copy of GURPS Alien Invaders II. "All we need is a way to transmit them."
"I have here the prefix codes to all hostile alien ships," he says, pointing to his copy of GURPS Alien Invaders II. "All we need is a way to transmit them."
One of my cats has an unusual power. His thought waves seem to be able to influence anything electronic. He can turn the TV on and off. He can make my computer do silly things. Maybe he can transmit the codes.
Hippy Lady makes very, very certain that the Guatemalan Insanity Peppers don't mix with the Really Happy Brownies. That's a mistake you only make once in your life. She takes the huge plate of brownies outside and makes a mental note to grow more seedlings of the, erm, special ingredient. She's made a helluva lot more brownies than usual since moving here, but at least the neighbours are nice. Well, at least the ones from this planet who don't try to blow the place up.
Oh, my, that nice Mr. Ice certainly possesses a two-hander! Quite the rocket, that is.
The two CCLs are still going at it tooth and claw, so she leaves two extra-large brownies in the hopes that they'll eat them and, y'know, chill. The only flaw in her plan is that the kitties may eat them first, but that was the risk HL had to take. The negative karma eminating off the squabbling ladies was becoming too much to handle, and was starting to take the curl out of HL's hair.
HL watches the nice FedEx man drive off in what can't in all honestly be described as a straight line. At least his rendition of Itchycoo Park is in tune.
MLB is not at all ready to give up on his single minded courtship of Hippy Lady. He offers to take some of her Insanity Peppers and make pizza...
That's a great plan. Assuming that he understands the concept of numbers.