All right, thank you for reviewing!!!! Chocolate burricks for you all...
Greenhorn: Keep writing. Back to work
Me: Yessir. A burrick? No ? Any chance?
Sim Master: Gimme a chocolate burrick!!!! Oh. Thx, It has a relly strange taste... Well about those love letters and drugs...
Me: Don't you worry...
Sim Masted: But...
Me: Do you doubt oh Unbeliever? Take another one.
Lunatic Pandora: A Gay Potion !
Me: Sees you soon the mysteries of destiny!!!! (want a burrick?)
Alice: Oh I knew you were goin got submit it here! Baaaad baaaaad girl
Me: Aaall right. I 'll try to be a good girl, maybe if I eat enough chocolate burricks I will become one.
All right. I know this doesn't make sense, but so doesn;t the idea of choclate burricks. Can you imagine what they put inside of those? Now on to the story:
"This villain. How do you know it was ...this Garrett." Rosebud asked, looking around him, surveying the richly furnished study. They were in lord Bafford's study, and lady Monika was handing him a bunch of perfumed pink sheets of paper.
"Ze letters, I think you should take a look at zem. Zey're quite bizarre." "I see, madam, but you haven't answered my question..."he put an official air of a Bluecoat policeman. He was in charge now.
"Ah, he....actually was here, trying to rob my husband. And somehow he managed to escape. Zaid something like to him: Farewell, my love, I shall return to express my true feelings for you.!!!..and in seconds was gone." "This isn't his style, from what I heard" Rosebud frowned. Lady Monika seemed distressed by his answer, and fluttering her fan (a very big one with little Baffords with his sceptre painted on it)
"Not his style? Are you perchance worried about ze villain?? Zink of my husband. The poor zing." She fluttered her fan, and little Baffords made a cartoon sequence movements. From what Rosebud judged they were dancing the river dance.
It was late at night that Rosebud finally understood what exactly lady Monika meant by the term "harassment". At first they heard a faint sound of someone clearing his throat and then came an opera -like
"Meeemeemeemeeeeeeeeee"
singing preparation. There was a chord stricken on a some instrument which sounded like a harp. (but Rosebud couldn't tell for sure because it was out of tune in a most outrageous way). Rosebud and the Lady were in the living room and the doors to the balcony were wide open as it was a warm summer night...The warm summer night stopped its ears not to hear the following ballad:
"Harken unto my thump...eeer....bleeding heart Here I am stricken with love for you Your eyes green emeralds, your cherry lips And your fat cheeks Your red nose And the mole on your chin Charmeth me more than the clink of gold Oh, do come out onto the balcony I do beseech thee, precious Bafford... For " the orchard walls are high and hard to climb" And I wait restlessly Thine presence I crave more than wealth And no more expect I quick retirement ...."
The sounds which were supposed to be singing went on for some time, before Rosebud walked onto the balcony to spy out the intruder. The singer might have been bad, but he was a great sneak...Nowhere to be seen, but unfortunately everywhere to be heard.
"Aaah, shut up!" yelled Rosebud and the singing stopped and a bemused silence followed.
"Zo dis was the villain himzelf." Said lady Monika. "I haf dizpatched guards to catch him many, many times but zey couldn't find him. Zo unfortunate!!! Letz hope he stops for now..."
"Where is lord Bafford by the way?"
"oh, I think he is in his bedroom with a headache...poor zing!"
"Yeah, ...no wonder..." Rosebud glanced at the window, his gaze almost pleading. Garrett would better have refrained from...erm ....singing that night, or he'd be pursued by Rosebud until the great detective got him. The Hammers should invent a new punishment for crimes like these.
Garrett was in his room in a peculiar position, with his head in a bucket of ice cold water. He pulled it out and started puffing and coughing. It didn't help. From time to time he was seized by those attacks and then he grabbed a harp and went singing underneath Baff's balcony or sat down to wrote most peculiar love letters, the latter of which was at least safe. As long as he remained in this uncontrollable state he had to strain all his thieving abilities to their limits not to get caught. He didn't even dare to think how ridiculous this was... He simply HAD to get rid of the stupid spell. Especially that it didn't seem to wear off. Well, time to pay mister Ravenwing, the psychomage a visit...
Mister Ravenwing the Psychomage () nodded thoughtfully, appearing to listen to his patient's babbling.
"And my wife bought this crazy contraption and it makes unbelievable racket, it .... mister Ravenwing, ....I swear to you .....it is almost as if it ...TALKED!!! It has its own language...It talks to meeeeee." Ravenwing nodded again and said: "yes...yess...what exactly did it say..."
"That...that...THE END IS NEAR!!!!"
"What do you mean ...?" the mage was already dozing off by this stage.
"That the mincing machines will...take...over ....uss.....the city will be overcome...with them...."
At this point the mage counted to ten until the patient's wheezing died off and then said in his usual calm voice. "two pills of ProZaccheus everyday...yes...I am sure it helps...as always..."
"Next!"
"Birrrrds...mister psychomage....birrrrds....they are everywhere!!!! I am turning
into....a....a...bird of preyyy, yesss." The man sitting in front of the Psychomage was looking positively like a vulture. Ravenwing was getting philosophical in times like this. People were rather like vultures...the uncompromising predators...The City had that particular effect on people. The good old city...
"Prey...err.. pray tell me mister...eee....Razmirez haven't the Fly-It- Yourself book I lent you help at all?"
"I am afraid it ...hasn't."
"Very well, I mean very unfortunate that Then you will be the first one to test my Extraordinary Potion for Undelusioning () . 500 please" "Yes doctor, I'd be so happy to buy it." Ravenwing turned to call in another patient.
"Nest!!! I mean Next!"
Heee heeee heeee heeeee. Crazy completely crazy. But I hope u liked it....at lest enough not to kill me for this!!!! Hey, next time you RRReaview CHOCOLATE ARROWS for everyone....milk chocolate, and so on. Whew. Why is chocolate so much on my mind lately...I wonder. So please, be merciful
And big thanks to SIM MASTER for reminding me of the rating . I totally forgot about the little f-wordie. Whew!!!!
Greenhorn: Keep writing. Back to work
Me: Yessir. A burrick? No ? Any chance?
Sim Master: Gimme a chocolate burrick!!!! Oh. Thx, It has a relly strange taste... Well about those love letters and drugs...
Me: Don't you worry...
Sim Masted: But...
Me: Do you doubt oh Unbeliever? Take another one.
Lunatic Pandora: A Gay Potion !
Me: Sees you soon the mysteries of destiny!!!! (want a burrick?)
Alice: Oh I knew you were goin got submit it here! Baaaad baaaaad girl
Me: Aaall right. I 'll try to be a good girl, maybe if I eat enough chocolate burricks I will become one.
All right. I know this doesn't make sense, but so doesn;t the idea of choclate burricks. Can you imagine what they put inside of those? Now on to the story:
"This villain. How do you know it was ...this Garrett." Rosebud asked, looking around him, surveying the richly furnished study. They were in lord Bafford's study, and lady Monika was handing him a bunch of perfumed pink sheets of paper.
"Ze letters, I think you should take a look at zem. Zey're quite bizarre." "I see, madam, but you haven't answered my question..."he put an official air of a Bluecoat policeman. He was in charge now.
"Ah, he....actually was here, trying to rob my husband. And somehow he managed to escape. Zaid something like to him: Farewell, my love, I shall return to express my true feelings for you.!!!..and in seconds was gone." "This isn't his style, from what I heard" Rosebud frowned. Lady Monika seemed distressed by his answer, and fluttering her fan (a very big one with little Baffords with his sceptre painted on it)
"Not his style? Are you perchance worried about ze villain?? Zink of my husband. The poor zing." She fluttered her fan, and little Baffords made a cartoon sequence movements. From what Rosebud judged they were dancing the river dance.
It was late at night that Rosebud finally understood what exactly lady Monika meant by the term "harassment". At first they heard a faint sound of someone clearing his throat and then came an opera -like
"Meeemeemeemeeeeeeeeee"
singing preparation. There was a chord stricken on a some instrument which sounded like a harp. (but Rosebud couldn't tell for sure because it was out of tune in a most outrageous way). Rosebud and the Lady were in the living room and the doors to the balcony were wide open as it was a warm summer night...The warm summer night stopped its ears not to hear the following ballad:
"Harken unto my thump...eeer....bleeding heart Here I am stricken with love for you Your eyes green emeralds, your cherry lips And your fat cheeks Your red nose And the mole on your chin Charmeth me more than the clink of gold Oh, do come out onto the balcony I do beseech thee, precious Bafford... For " the orchard walls are high and hard to climb" And I wait restlessly Thine presence I crave more than wealth And no more expect I quick retirement ...."
The sounds which were supposed to be singing went on for some time, before Rosebud walked onto the balcony to spy out the intruder. The singer might have been bad, but he was a great sneak...Nowhere to be seen, but unfortunately everywhere to be heard.
"Aaah, shut up!" yelled Rosebud and the singing stopped and a bemused silence followed.
"Zo dis was the villain himzelf." Said lady Monika. "I haf dizpatched guards to catch him many, many times but zey couldn't find him. Zo unfortunate!!! Letz hope he stops for now..."
"Where is lord Bafford by the way?"
"oh, I think he is in his bedroom with a headache...poor zing!"
"Yeah, ...no wonder..." Rosebud glanced at the window, his gaze almost pleading. Garrett would better have refrained from...erm ....singing that night, or he'd be pursued by Rosebud until the great detective got him. The Hammers should invent a new punishment for crimes like these.
Garrett was in his room in a peculiar position, with his head in a bucket of ice cold water. He pulled it out and started puffing and coughing. It didn't help. From time to time he was seized by those attacks and then he grabbed a harp and went singing underneath Baff's balcony or sat down to wrote most peculiar love letters, the latter of which was at least safe. As long as he remained in this uncontrollable state he had to strain all his thieving abilities to their limits not to get caught. He didn't even dare to think how ridiculous this was... He simply HAD to get rid of the stupid spell. Especially that it didn't seem to wear off. Well, time to pay mister Ravenwing, the psychomage a visit...
Mister Ravenwing the Psychomage () nodded thoughtfully, appearing to listen to his patient's babbling.
"And my wife bought this crazy contraption and it makes unbelievable racket, it .... mister Ravenwing, ....I swear to you .....it is almost as if it ...TALKED!!! It has its own language...It talks to meeeeee." Ravenwing nodded again and said: "yes...yess...what exactly did it say..."
"That...that...THE END IS NEAR!!!!"
"What do you mean ...?" the mage was already dozing off by this stage.
"That the mincing machines will...take...over ....uss.....the city will be overcome...with them...."
At this point the mage counted to ten until the patient's wheezing died off and then said in his usual calm voice. "two pills of ProZaccheus everyday...yes...I am sure it helps...as always..."
"Next!"
"Birrrrds...mister psychomage....birrrrds....they are everywhere!!!! I am turning
into....a....a...bird of preyyy, yesss." The man sitting in front of the Psychomage was looking positively like a vulture. Ravenwing was getting philosophical in times like this. People were rather like vultures...the uncompromising predators...The City had that particular effect on people. The good old city...
"Prey...err.. pray tell me mister...eee....Razmirez haven't the Fly-It- Yourself book I lent you help at all?"
"I am afraid it ...hasn't."
"Very well, I mean very unfortunate that Then you will be the first one to test my Extraordinary Potion for Undelusioning () . 500 please" "Yes doctor, I'd be so happy to buy it." Ravenwing turned to call in another patient.
"Nest!!! I mean Next!"
Heee heeee heeee heeeee. Crazy completely crazy. But I hope u liked it....at lest enough not to kill me for this!!!! Hey, next time you RRReaview CHOCOLATE ARROWS for everyone....milk chocolate, and so on. Whew. Why is chocolate so much on my mind lately...I wonder. So please, be merciful
And big thanks to SIM MASTER for reminding me of the rating . I totally forgot about the little f-wordie. Whew!!!!