At 10:45 PM 11/9/96 -0800, Mouse wrote:

[snip Shannon hunting Mouse ^_^;;]

AAAAHH!! @.@ Why would you do this to a poor Mouse?

Ah, because you say the wrong thing about her, Mouse. But don't worry, 
she's just going to have some fun with you. hehe... ^_^

What did I say? What did I say?? @.@

Something about her fic, of course. ^_^ (Hey, Mouse, didn't you get my other
mail about how we are going to divide the author pie among ourselves? ^_- Go
ask Wayne about it.) 

(before Spira can get to it, 4 dragons crash into the office, fire 
blowing out of their nostrils... they take one look at the screen 
and... *CRASH* *BOMB* *BEZZZZ*... all that's left of the office is 
mighty wrench... and a citter that has a monkey shape... ^_^;;)
Hemm... see... didn't I tell you... ah well... never mind... (Spira 
sneaks away before the dragons notice him...)

What of poor Shannon, who was in the office too?

Don't worry about Shannon. Those are *her* Dragons, they won't harm a hair
on her. ^_^ As for who is in the office... well, except the fried monkey,
the dragons, Shannon (and me hidding in the shadow), there's no one else...
unless perhaps *you* want to join in the BBQ party too, neh? ^_-

Spira