"Oh, I know what to do with the twine."
"It's very strong."
"It'd better be."
[NAFDA] Spike-centric discussion. Lusty, lewd (only occasionally crude), risque (and frisque), bawdy (Oh, lawdy!), flirty ('cuz we're purty), raunchy talk inside. Caveat lector.
"Oh, I know what to do with the twine."
"It's very strong."
"It'd better be."
"Mr P-C, I know what an emperor penguin can do with insufficiently-strong twine."
"So do I. You wouldn't want it to disturb us during our...liaison, would you?"
"I like it when they watch."
"Yes, and mine eats bottlecaps."
Ah, the hard-boiled life of the biochemist for hire.
Suddenly, a shot rang out. An albino emperor penguin staggerd through the door and collapsed onto the ground. As I cradled the dying bird in my arms, it dropped a piece of paper onto the floor. The note read, "The bottlecaps are fake...."
edit 'cuz I forgot it was in first person.
"...Beware the midget. Seek out the fat man."
He looked around, straining to hear any noise that would betray someone watching. It was quiet.
"Too quiet," came his inner voice. He rolled his eyes and said out loud, "God. Now I'm thinking in full cliché mode."
"The owls are not what they seem and the rooster crows at midnight."
"Indeed, and these cats aren't going to stack themselves."
Gronk. Too out of it to participate. Need more coffee.
Get vw an espresso IV, stat!