To Matrix Refugee: (Evil grin) Why thank you for the inspiration! ^_^
Mero: o_O;;
Everyone in the hallway froze as The Merovingian, now wearing a disco outfit colored a shade of taupe that clashed horribly with his hair, stood at the entrance to Café La Vrai's dining area and glared so viciously everybody thought they felt their hair getting singed. "Well?! What in the name ME are you lot of do-gooders doing here?" At last, Miro spoke; in a tentative voice she said, "Well, Master, Milord, Sir, I think they, er-" "TODAY, MINION!" "-Ithinktheycameheretotalktoyouaboutthatvirus, Sir!" The others assembled in the jade green hallway nodded in agreement.
"We came here because we thought you might know how to get rid of this time- warp virus," said Agent Elle calmly while she toyed with the ninja stars in her coat pocket, "But now we're not so sure that you would be able to get rid of it." "Excusem moi!? 'Get rid of it?'! What do you think I have been doing for the past few hours, making paper hats?! I -" *SMACK!* At that moment Persephone calmly skated past the doorway and smacked her husband very hard upside the head. The Merovingian took a deep breath and exhaled, which seemed to calm him down. "Ah... Merci 'Sephone, I needed that..." "No problemo mi amore," she called as she sped off to supervise the buffet table.
"So, where were we?" The Merovingian had regained his composure; it seemed that his outburst had been caused by the fact that despite all his efforts the inhabitants of Central City was still sporting massive afros and anticipating new episodes of "The Brady Bunch" and "Charlie's Angels." Niobe sighed. "The virus. One of your goons (the guy that doesn't look like the other two guys) said that the virus was an accident; is that true?" "Alas, it was. It was all an accident caused by my wife and that one (he pointed at Miro) fighting due to fringe-induced hysterics. As you can see, this is all so very frustrating..." As proof he held up his precious laptop, now dented and scratched due being tossed out the window and falling 101 stories to the street below. Agent Elle and Agent Brown winced at the sight of the damaged computer (tech abuse is still a sore spot for AI ever since the B1663R incident. Sensitive machines, insensitive owners, four dozen chihuahuas, and a condo simply don't mix...) while Miro and the Twins used the shurikan they nicked from Agent Elle to shear off the last of the offending fringe from their costumes.
While the three goons were busy celebrating their liberation from their terrible trimmings by throwing the multicolored beaded strands like confetti, Ghost, Niobe, Elle, and Brown were deep in thought with the Merovingian trying to figure out a way to banish the 70s from Central City. Their little think tank was interrupted by Persephone who pointed out that their little soiree would be starting in a few hours and that her husband's disco suit (which had faded to a pristine white) was looking much better.
The Merovingian opened his laptop to see the progress of the virus and suddenly said "Ah!" in a slightly hopeful manner. "What is it Master?" asked Two, right before he was smacked by a ball of fringe. "This is a good sign..." murmured The Merovingian, a small smile on his face....
Everyone in the hallway froze as The Merovingian, now wearing a disco outfit colored a shade of taupe that clashed horribly with his hair, stood at the entrance to Café La Vrai's dining area and glared so viciously everybody thought they felt their hair getting singed. "Well?! What in the name ME are you lot of do-gooders doing here?" At last, Miro spoke; in a tentative voice she said, "Well, Master, Milord, Sir, I think they, er-" "TODAY, MINION!" "-Ithinktheycameheretotalktoyouaboutthatvirus, Sir!" The others assembled in the jade green hallway nodded in agreement.
"We came here because we thought you might know how to get rid of this time- warp virus," said Agent Elle calmly while she toyed with the ninja stars in her coat pocket, "But now we're not so sure that you would be able to get rid of it." "Excusem moi!? 'Get rid of it?'! What do you think I have been doing for the past few hours, making paper hats?! I -" *SMACK!* At that moment Persephone calmly skated past the doorway and smacked her husband very hard upside the head. The Merovingian took a deep breath and exhaled, which seemed to calm him down. "Ah... Merci 'Sephone, I needed that..." "No problemo mi amore," she called as she sped off to supervise the buffet table.
"So, where were we?" The Merovingian had regained his composure; it seemed that his outburst had been caused by the fact that despite all his efforts the inhabitants of Central City was still sporting massive afros and anticipating new episodes of "The Brady Bunch" and "Charlie's Angels." Niobe sighed. "The virus. One of your goons (the guy that doesn't look like the other two guys) said that the virus was an accident; is that true?" "Alas, it was. It was all an accident caused by my wife and that one (he pointed at Miro) fighting due to fringe-induced hysterics. As you can see, this is all so very frustrating..." As proof he held up his precious laptop, now dented and scratched due being tossed out the window and falling 101 stories to the street below. Agent Elle and Agent Brown winced at the sight of the damaged computer (tech abuse is still a sore spot for AI ever since the B1663R incident. Sensitive machines, insensitive owners, four dozen chihuahuas, and a condo simply don't mix...) while Miro and the Twins used the shurikan they nicked from Agent Elle to shear off the last of the offending fringe from their costumes.
While the three goons were busy celebrating their liberation from their terrible trimmings by throwing the multicolored beaded strands like confetti, Ghost, Niobe, Elle, and Brown were deep in thought with the Merovingian trying to figure out a way to banish the 70s from Central City. Their little think tank was interrupted by Persephone who pointed out that their little soiree would be starting in a few hours and that her husband's disco suit (which had faded to a pristine white) was looking much better.
The Merovingian opened his laptop to see the progress of the virus and suddenly said "Ah!" in a slightly hopeful manner. "What is it Master?" asked Two, right before he was smacked by a ball of fringe. "This is a good sign..." murmured The Merovingian, a small smile on his face....