I do? Cool. I don't know.My inner voice can be a Jewish homicide cop that's been divorced a lot? I know that sometimes what I think and what I look like don't match at al, but that's a stretch. I mean I studied creative writing, but... that's not what you're asking either, is it? Because he would find this horribly "genre" if I brought it in to him, so he would not teach me to do it.

Nope. Not what I was asking. It was rhetorical, bebe.

Just an expression of amazement.

SO, more now? Munch puttin' the stones to Kay in the dumpster?

He would love it that you said it just that way. And I'm so glad you're impressed. I have a feel for them, apparently. And I guess I mean porn.

Porn! Porn! Porn!

Of course, if Munch says it to Kay, she'll hurt him. And I *don't* mean porn.

(heading out to vote)

She'd kick his ass! But he'd like that, too. He's also Love's Bitch, and sometimes he can admit it. But mostly not. But maybe you'd like to go to dinner and talk about it? He knows a nice little Italian place...

He's also Love's Bitch, and sometimes he can admit it. But mostly not.

My mind just went to a happy place with the mere suggestion of a Munch vs. Spike snark-off.

Not gonna write a real story. You can't make me. But a scene would look like this.

Munch decided to forego the cop bonding at the Wharf Rat and find a new place to drown his sorrows. Willy's Place was dark, creepy, and smelled old, like his broken heart. Perfect. He noticed the dye job on the guy next to him and cursed kids these days.
" I tell you, friend, I'm through with women. I only had so much left, and Felicia, man, she took it all."

"Have you tried Viagra, mate?" The man next to him was no kid, although Munch suspected he was not above taking a few years off, if it would get him some.

"No, not like that...that is fine, thank you very much. I meant...psychically. Spiritually."

The other man's eyebrow shot up. "Nutter, is she? My last lady was a nutter too. Made certain...activities very exciting. But in the end, it's not worth the pain"
"I think 'nutter' is a little reductionist, don't you? Felicia and I have a very complicated bond, based on a very deep passion".

"Something is deep in here, all right." The blond smirked. "What's her name again?"

"Felicia Jenkins," Munch said. "Why?"

"Dark hair, skinny thing, obsessed with tropical fish? Somebody *really*hates you, mate. I'd rather have boils."

"Why do you say that? Besides truth serum."

"She's the Babe Ruth of vengeance demons. Because rather than afflict you from outside, she's climbed under your skin. It's the worst kind of vengeance."

"How do you know?"

"Been a fan for years. Still wouldn't want to meet her in a bright alley, though. And she doesn't just do men..."
"Now he tells me."

"Yeah, for women, she acts like their best friend and then turns her back in a critical moment, making them wonder what they did wrong! Funny bit,"

Willy's Place was dark, creepy, and smelled old, like his broken heart.

t squees with delight

Oh, man. The idea of someone setting a vengeance demon on Munch is absolutely inspired.

I am so happy, now.

Yay!

Spike'N'Munch! Poifect!

No, seriously, it's an inspired idea. And again, you get the voices dead-on.