This chapter must include poison, soy sauce, a pair of yellow and black striped gloves and an urban legend. Warning some religious references.
Taz's POV
I should do the world a favor and dump the remainder of the pop rocks in my pocket into the soda Averman has in his hand while he's not looking. What's that supposed to do, blow up his stomach right? Nah, with my luck the elevator doors would open just after he drank it and the doctors would save him, plus I'm pretty sure that's just an old wife's tale anyway. But if he doesn't shut up soon I will be forced to come up with some way to mutilate him, without totally disgusting the Nun that is stuck in here with us.
I'm getting so bored, I've never sat still this long in my life. Do they even know we're in here? I used the emergency phone twenty minutes ago and they still haven't gotten us out. It was fun at first, sort of haunted house at the amusement park fun, now it's just annoying. I've been sitting crossed legged on the floor of the lift so long my feet have fallen asleep.
Rising up from the ground I start to jump around, trying to get the blood to flow again.
"Look at this, we're inches from our death bed and she's acting like she's on soul train." Les snaps and I 'accidentally' kick him.
That's it, I'm slipping arsenic in his soy sauce the next time we all go out to eat. He's the only idiot that adds that salty crap to the already MSG and sodium ridden food at Dim Sum Palace. Yup poisonous condiments, that's the trick. I bet nobody would even notice him missing, at least no one that counts.
"Come on Averman, pep up." I grin falsely at him. "These just maybe our last hours to live, don't you want to have some fun before you die?"
"I'd rather just sit here and reflect on the fact that if we go together I'll probably have to spend all entirety with you." He retorts.
"Wouldn't that be hell."
The reference to hell of course some how gives the Nun the license to preach to us.
"Do not look upon death in such a way my child, for when we go we will be bathed in the Lord's light and welcomed into heaven."
Now normally I would've pretended to be interested and possibly asked useless questions about the after life, but I'm feeling to blah right now to even do that. Instead I'm going to annoy Averman a bit more, ha ha, he can not escape me now.
I slink back down to the floor and lean so close I'm practically on his lap.
"So Lester, my dear friend, what would you be doing right now if we weren't stuck in this predicament?"
Sarcastically he retorts.
"I'd be on a date with last year's Play Boy Play Mate of the year."
"Oh yeah, I've seen her, she's cute. Really come one, I'm bored." I bounce in place agitated.
"All right, I'd probably be walked around the auditorium in a yellow and black striped glove."
"You're a Michael Jackson impersonator?"
"No, I'm playing a dumb bumblebee in the acting exercises in glass. It's suppose to get me into character."
"It just may get you into the nut house."
Sigh* Poor guy and everyone thinks I'm weird.
Taz's POV
I should do the world a favor and dump the remainder of the pop rocks in my pocket into the soda Averman has in his hand while he's not looking. What's that supposed to do, blow up his stomach right? Nah, with my luck the elevator doors would open just after he drank it and the doctors would save him, plus I'm pretty sure that's just an old wife's tale anyway. But if he doesn't shut up soon I will be forced to come up with some way to mutilate him, without totally disgusting the Nun that is stuck in here with us.
I'm getting so bored, I've never sat still this long in my life. Do they even know we're in here? I used the emergency phone twenty minutes ago and they still haven't gotten us out. It was fun at first, sort of haunted house at the amusement park fun, now it's just annoying. I've been sitting crossed legged on the floor of the lift so long my feet have fallen asleep.
Rising up from the ground I start to jump around, trying to get the blood to flow again.
"Look at this, we're inches from our death bed and she's acting like she's on soul train." Les snaps and I 'accidentally' kick him.
That's it, I'm slipping arsenic in his soy sauce the next time we all go out to eat. He's the only idiot that adds that salty crap to the already MSG and sodium ridden food at Dim Sum Palace. Yup poisonous condiments, that's the trick. I bet nobody would even notice him missing, at least no one that counts.
"Come on Averman, pep up." I grin falsely at him. "These just maybe our last hours to live, don't you want to have some fun before you die?"
"I'd rather just sit here and reflect on the fact that if we go together I'll probably have to spend all entirety with you." He retorts.
"Wouldn't that be hell."
The reference to hell of course some how gives the Nun the license to preach to us.
"Do not look upon death in such a way my child, for when we go we will be bathed in the Lord's light and welcomed into heaven."
Now normally I would've pretended to be interested and possibly asked useless questions about the after life, but I'm feeling to blah right now to even do that. Instead I'm going to annoy Averman a bit more, ha ha, he can not escape me now.
I slink back down to the floor and lean so close I'm practically on his lap.
"So Lester, my dear friend, what would you be doing right now if we weren't stuck in this predicament?"
Sarcastically he retorts.
"I'd be on a date with last year's Play Boy Play Mate of the year."
"Oh yeah, I've seen her, she's cute. Really come one, I'm bored." I bounce in place agitated.
"All right, I'd probably be walked around the auditorium in a yellow and black striped glove."
"You're a Michael Jackson impersonator?"
"No, I'm playing a dumb bumblebee in the acting exercises in glass. It's suppose to get me into character."
"It just may get you into the nut house."
Sigh* Poor guy and everyone thinks I'm weird.
