Mrs Henridge struggled as Belldandy tighten her petite little hands TIGHTER
around her frail little neck. Oxygen depravation was NOT a very comfortable
feeling She could feel the life draining away from her as the world became
fuzzy. Still futilely using her stick to hit Belldandy's head (which to a
first class goddess unlimited, was about as effective as trying to kill a
Lion with a slab of meat and a pair of disposable underwear.) soon, her
arms went limp as she struggled to breath as her face turned blue, then
purple, then bluish purple. Then to add to the effect her eyes became
bloodshot and rolled to the back of her head before finally....
"Gack....."
That and the sound of her trachea cracking were the last sounds she heard before she finally gave up the ghost.
Belldandy dropped her to the ground as she regained her senses as she stared at the now obviously dead Mrs Henridge(with her neck twisted at an obscene angle, tsk tsk.). only one thought crossed her mind upon seeing this old lady, dead by her own hands.
"Whoa." (Neo: Hey!)
As she stared at the body while contemplating the situation, a flyer flowing in the wind (Dun! Dun! DUN!!!!) flew straight at her and into her face. Belldandy removed it and examined something interesting on the article.
COOKING CONTEST!!!!
Pit your skills against other people for a chance of winning an exotic tea collection! Come and try your luck and skills! Limited time only.
(Thought I was going to say that crap about Joe's teashop again didn't you?)
Belldandy thought about this, Darjeeling tea was considered exotic...and she was one of the best cooks in the world...If she entered, she could get the tea. But then, she suddenly remembered something that Mrs Henridge had said.
"Really nice man, anyway, how about joining me for a cup of Darjeeling te.. URK!"(Strangled by Bell)
Mrs Henridge said what seemed like she had Darjeeling tea, she could go to her house, which was quicker, and get some. Anyway, the tea would probably go to waste if left with Mrs Henridge now that she was dea....permanently incapacitated (Yes, that's the word!). It WOULD be the better choice.
Will you..
Go to Mrs Henridge's house, might as well since the old hag's dead. ---- Go to chapter 18
Enter the cooking competition-----go to chapter 19
"Gack....."
That and the sound of her trachea cracking were the last sounds she heard before she finally gave up the ghost.
Belldandy dropped her to the ground as she regained her senses as she stared at the now obviously dead Mrs Henridge(with her neck twisted at an obscene angle, tsk tsk.). only one thought crossed her mind upon seeing this old lady, dead by her own hands.
"Whoa." (Neo: Hey!)
As she stared at the body while contemplating the situation, a flyer flowing in the wind (Dun! Dun! DUN!!!!) flew straight at her and into her face. Belldandy removed it and examined something interesting on the article.
COOKING CONTEST!!!!
Pit your skills against other people for a chance of winning an exotic tea collection! Come and try your luck and skills! Limited time only.
(Thought I was going to say that crap about Joe's teashop again didn't you?)
Belldandy thought about this, Darjeeling tea was considered exotic...and she was one of the best cooks in the world...If she entered, she could get the tea. But then, she suddenly remembered something that Mrs Henridge had said.
"Really nice man, anyway, how about joining me for a cup of Darjeeling te.. URK!"(Strangled by Bell)
Mrs Henridge said what seemed like she had Darjeeling tea, she could go to her house, which was quicker, and get some. Anyway, the tea would probably go to waste if left with Mrs Henridge now that she was dea....permanently incapacitated (Yes, that's the word!). It WOULD be the better choice.
Will you..
Go to Mrs Henridge's house, might as well since the old hag's dead. ---- Go to chapter 18
Enter the cooking competition-----go to chapter 19