Apologies, but I couldn't let all this go by without a word or
three...
>> She reflexively reach for her back, and had a
sinking feeling when
>> there was no feel of solid metal. That's right; she'd
left Mr. Spatula
>> and all her other weapons at home.
> All <incredulously>: "Mr. Spatula"??
> Michi: I'm having a flashback to Dave Roeder's last
chapter. Yowza.
Nonsense. His Ukyo would name it "Spatula-san."
(Or just "Mine!" ;)
The "Mine!" I can agree with, but she *would* call it...
SPATULA-SAMAAAAA!!! (Two extra A's just for Doug. :)
>> After all, she'd gotten better after that nice old
man had visited.
>> He had shown her how she could channel her excess
energy and distribute
>> it outside of her body. She'd used it on Doctor Tofu,
and the normally
>> calm doctor had become much more fun and lively!
> Sachiko: Eerily--
> All: --plausible.
> Junko: Hey, after what he taught Hinako-sensei,
anything's possible.
Yep, it's just two sides of the same coin.
(Anyone who tries to turn that into a pun will be shot.)
(And Dave will be shot if he so much as smirks!)
So who's smirking? Now, if you're talking ear-to-ear grins... ^_^
Junko: Coins?
Sachiko: Yeah, I don't get it.
Eriko: Don't ask. You DON'T want to know...
Michi: [dreamy-eyed] Yeah. Ten yen-- OW!! C'mon, Eriko! DON'T
HIT!!
:j
(Apologies to Vince for using his characters without permission...
Don't hit, Vince! :)
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