Kiba Eve Fumihiro wrote...
Just saying because I thought you should know??? It doesnt matter to meeee~looky acts like a girl and I thought he was! And once people found out I was a girl they treated me different. I just want to know what type of person you are too maybe! Hmm..whatever! :D
Oh, so you want me to treat you as I would a lady in this situation.
Very well.
JOCKO!
Please excuse my ninja mice, Eve, Shaneman. They bind you back to back merely for convenience sake. The suspension over a pit is me being a wee bit theatrical, I'll admit.
I'm sorry, did I forget to mention I'm part of the Villain and Nemesis Guild? Yes, others may be nutty... but I'm a CARD CARRYING BAD GUY! MWHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!
Do you see what is in the pit, Ms. Eve? Yes, they look like innocent house cats. But they are not.
They are Saskatchewan Death Ticklers.
Ah! I see the good Doctor knows of them.
Yes, my good Shaneman. The Cute Death. The Prairie Pirate's Pet. Snockums the Reaper.
These unusual felines are native to the province in which I was born. Evolution saw fit to gift these tiny creatures with three rather interesting adaptations. The first is their extreme cuteness, which I'm sure Ms. Eve can empathize with. The second is their pheremons, which hold a unique euphoric agent. In most mammals-- mainly its prey and the few larger animals that dare to challenge the Tickler for it-- they produce a state of ease and lack of resistance. In humans... even the most stoic person is rendered horribly ticklish. Finally, their tongues.
They really tickle when they lick you.
I myself was born immune by the same quirk of genetics that renders me hypoglycemic.
So now, dear Lady and Doctor, unless someone rescues you AND counters my playing of the Mornington Crescent card... this thread will end with Kiba Eve Fumihiro and Dr. Shaneman... DYING LAUGHING!
MWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!