The complete opposite thread.

[Wolflily]

Oh Kris! It's YOU wailing like a pack of injured coyotes over here in this thread. I thought my computer was in it's last death throes or something similar.

BEV - for crying out loud. Whattsa matta witch you? Hogging up the electricity - if I know you you're probably trying your hand at some Frankensteinian body building reanimator type shenanigans.

hmm. That could be fun. Want some help? Be right over...

Oh! In the meantime, Dani, get away from the chocolate once and for all or we're gonna tie you up and feed you cauliflower piece by piece until you cry uncle!!

 

[KristianJ]

I can smell the smoke coming from your monitor, Wolfie...your computer is about to explode methinks...

 

[Wolflily]

AAAHHHH - WILL you be QUIET? All that scrreeching and sccrrritching and carrying on is giving me a brainache.
*Takes a gag and goes over and wraps it around Kris' mouth.*

There. That's better.

 

[KristianJ]

*KJ promises he will leave the gag on for the rest of his life*

 

[Wolflily]

 

[KristianJ]

*KJ remains silent and underneath the gag has the widest smile imaginable to express his satisfaction at being unable to tell Wolfie how her computer just exploded*

 

[Wolflily]

*Wolf, in the kitchen getting a glass of suntea, hears a loud KABOOM coming from the studio.*

WHAT THE?!!.....

*Runs out back and sees one computer giving up the ghost. Thankfully, her secret computer stash is safe from KJ's sabotage and she's able to get back on and set about kicking his sorry little behind.*

Ok, you. Gags and ears full of mashed potatoes don't seem to slow you down much. Let's try this on for size...

*Finds an extra straightjacket in Bev's closet and wraps Kris up in it. Now his hands and mouth are completely out of commission and Wolf sits on the floor three inches away, teasing him mercilessly with a big hot fudge sundae in front of his face.*

Oh. Too bad I'm on a diet. I guess I'll just have to leave this poor sundae on the floor here and watch it melt, since no one else is around to eat it and Kris is, um, indisposed shall we say.

 

[KristianJ]

Wolfie, your actions are so justified!

 

[Wolflily]

Ok, ok. I just can't torture you anymore!

*Unties and ungags Kris and lets him eat the hot fudge sundae while she looks on admiringly.*

Wow. In just three bites. Amazing. How DO men do that?!

 

[Bevlina]

Wolfie! You've got as much sense as a log...

 

[KristianJ]

That sundae was awful!!

 

[Bevlina]

Have another one then Kris!

 

[KristianJ]

That one was worse!! Wait on...this fudge looks a heck of a lot like engine oil!!

 

[Bevlina]

Yep....Kris has a head full of rock's. I knew it...I know it...I knew it.

 

[Wolflily]

Hee hee, good one Bev! Putting engine oil on his sundae. I tried using old coffee grounds but I don't think I fooled him at all.

Bev. Finally. You give meaning to the term fashionably late!!

 

[KristianJ]

Bev, there's nothing between these earholes...you could see a Melbourne tram coming through them!

 

[Wolflily]

Oh! I see you've cleaned out the mashed potatoes finally! I thought you were attempting your own pharmaceutical company for a while there. Nice little organisms growing amongst the spuds.

 

[KristianJ]

I've sent them off to Proctor & Gamble already...seems they might have found a cure for male pattern baldness in the mashed mixture!

 

[Wolflily]

Wow! Lucky you!

 

[KristianJ]

They're sending my brain in the mail!