Here she sits, this nubile, breasted virgin dressed in scarlet. She has wandered off the beaten path and sits the wild, primal forest. Innocent, naieve prey for any nearby wolves. *tee hee*

<LWs biggest wolf throws his metaphorical sheeps clothing on...>

Hm, excuse me, I noticed you there while I was flying on patrol. It's dangerous here alone...is there anything I can do to make sure you're alright?

<psst, Cobie... I think she's trying to pick up Furball...>

(Easily deceived by the sheep's clothing...)

Well I have this pic-a-nic basket full of food that I was taking to my Grandmother's house. She was going to help me plan how to set a trap for that horrible philanderer, Cobalt Kid.

He stole my virtue and broke my heart, don't you know.

You're very welcome to join me for lunch. I promise to serve you a big juicy slice of my sweet cherry pie for dessert!

Virtue is over rated if you ask me

I'll join you for some lunch. I see you've spread out a nice blanket, and it looks comfortable. You don't mind if I get comfortable do you?

Of course not, these are your woods after all Mr. Sheepy Poo!

Make yourself comfortable while I lay out my bountiful spread for you to enjoy.

I hope you brought a big spoon to the dinner party. *tee hee*

<puts arms around Miss T and pulls her close>

How about we work up an appetite first?

*Swoons*

Oh, my

(Kisses the sheepish wolf.)

Your charming swagger and dominant sexuality is my absolute kryptonite, handsome stranger!

(More kissing and some frisky petting.)

I haven't been this head over heels for a lovable rogue since...

SINCE THAT FOUL COBALTUS STAINED MY VIRTUE!

(Eyes the stranger suspiciously.)

But you'd never do that would you, Sheep-Wolfie Poo?

Yes, I would.

Now come here, and let me show you that virtue is nothing compared to pure pleasure...

<lays her on the blanket in his arms>

*whisper* you might have to dig your nails into my back, because things are about to get hotter than you might be used to...

I am perplexed - is that damsel in distress, or is this an incident of advanced human interaction? I know Mr. Cobalt to be an honorable man, yet Miss T. is emitting high pitched sounds followed by low barely audible ones. Nevertheless, she is almost droid-like in her perfection, and I doubt an advantage could be taken without her consent.

I shall remove myself from these woods.

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(In her best Madeline Kahn from Young Frankenstein voice...)

*singing* Sweet mystery of life at last I've found you! *singing*

Don't get too tired. That's only round one

Moments become hours become days. Seasons change. The planet completes its revolution around the system's star, until finally...

Oh. My. Deity of choice!

Handsome stranger that was incredibly delicious *coo of male ego stroking*

(Just then, Miss T. sees through the stranger's sheepish appearance, recognizing the wolf underneath.)

COBALT KID? Does this mean this you've dumped that hussy, Space Tart, and want to devote yourself to me and a life of monogamy? *chirp of "that's what it'd better mean, bucko!*

Well Miss T, you see--

<suddenly, they're interupted by Cobalt's emergency security cell phone>

What the-? That must be Matlock.

What's that Matlock? A missing child? Lucifer Lass? Legion World is in danger? I guess I'll be right over!

<kisses Miss T on the cheek>

That was amazing Missy, and you're an amazing girl. But the job of a security chief is never done...

<flies off>

<returns real quick and drops a rose onto her from the sky, with a grin>

(Picking the petals from the rose.)

I love him. I love him not. I love him. I love him not. I love him. I'll see him rot!

Here I come, Granny. We've got some plottin' to do!

<POPS IN>
Hey have you seen Abin? I may have a job for him...tell him to contact me at the Holo Plex. ThANKS! Oh and Hrun too. Nice place.
<pops out>

I couldn't read any of this without hearing badly-recorded wah-wah guitar music in the background.

OM, does that mean the voices in your head are serenading you?

No.

The voices in my head sound more like the Starland Vocal Band.

I'm sure that's nice.

If you like that sort of thing.

I don't, really.

But they wouldn't be proper Voices In My Head if I liked it.

That sounds implausible so it must be true!

(Points to a giant mushroom.)

Miner, is that your hookah atop the giant mushroom?

That should be the Unwriiten Code of Legion World.


I don't have to pay for......oh, right. No, that's not mine.

Too bad. Today this thread was very Little Red Riding Hood-esque and tonight, with you as my visitor, it seemed inclined to an Alice in Wonder vibe.

By the way, your hooker is standing over there. (Points.)

I wish I knew what you meant, OM! Care to give an example of badly recorded wah-wah guitar music? It'd probably make rereading my posts even better!

Taps Cobie on the shoulder.

Got time for Round Two?

Throws him down and starts ripping his uniform off!

You better believe I'm ready.

<Roles her over so she's on her back>

<Theme From Shaft>

*dreamy sigh* Cobie, I think I was mad at you about something, but when you conquer me like this, I forget all my troubles. *tee hee*

Egads! Perhaps instead the <Theme from Gladiator>?

Ah, perfect. That's what I hear in my head when I'm in my 'mode'

I love Cobie's Shaft's Mode!

Bah! Feh!

Uh-oh! I put the shaft in my mouth with that one. Sorry, Abin.

Abin, check my head for chips, please!

I'm enjoying it Cobie-style, again, and I don't know why!!!

Hmm... Wouldn't that be more of an indication of an EMPTY Head?

Wait what's this? It might be a chip... or it might be... Nah, even Cobie isn't self-centered enough to do that to someone?

But if not Cobie, then who?

Still it takes a LOT of money and connections to come up with one of those and have it secretly implanted in someone else's brain...

Lester Spiffany put something in my brain?

Maybe... I really don't want to accuse anyone until I get the Ranger to look into this.

For now, I removed that... Thing... and you should be fine, now.

But... Jeepers, who would do such a thing?

Well, in the meantime, I sure am enjoying these infrequent visits by that handsome rogue, Cobalt Kid!

He's so strong and manly, and he makes me chirp and titter like a vibrating pleasure dome!

Wait. Since Abin removed the chip, I shouldn't be enjoying Cobie's visits, right?

Golly!

What does it all mean?

It means the ol' chip in the head excuse is moot. Don't worry, you're not the first to admit you like my visits

I'll drop by more often

I'm afraid it may mean you have a concussion, caused by the blunt-force trauma of the chip insertion. I'd take it easy and try and stay off my feet for the rest of the day. Might not be a bad idea to have yourself checked out by Dr. Gimlet if the symptoms persist for more than a couple of hours.

Hmmph!

Maybe in your dreams Miss Hissy Fit!

Don’t confuse independence and taking what you want as being a hussy! And you even let Cobie use the ol’ call from the Security Office trick!

Hrun thinks a virgin alone in woods, not remain a virgin for long. All it takes is a handsome barbarian with a large chopper.

Note to self: Dress in a more demure outfit this evening and return to investigate this barbarian's chopper. Maybe something Naltorian, Orandiian, or Starhavenish. *tee hee*

So mayhap I shall meet three Virgins tonight?

The one with wings I shall send to the hights of joy

The pre cog must forsee the pleasures she will recive.

Royalty will find me a loyal servant willing to please her every whim

Or we could jump right to the pussy...

cat! *tee hee*

Come to me my sweet pussy...cat

meow

I have been known to make many pussy's howl with pleasure indeed. I think they are attracted to my large hands

Arches her back as Hrun strokes her nethers. First gently, then roughly. Begins a low, howling mewl that rises to a fevered crescendo.

This could be the first step in peacable relations between barbarians and pussies, everywhere!

I am sure that we could spend a night or so cementing our new relationship

Yes, much of you is as stone, muscular barbarian.

However, I sense your desire for the fur of my pussy and I will not allow you to turn me into your pouch. At least not permanently.

FSSST! A deep scratch and I am free.

(Jumps into an opening tesseract and escapes.)

But Never have I said that I need the whole cat for my pouch. Just some easily cut fur, much as we shear sheep back in my homeland.

still a wound, is a wound and the blood price must be paid

I must away to Stoopid Cat, Fat Cramer, Jinx, and Queen Connie. The barbarian grows ever dangerous!

Hrun watches in a seeing gem. Watching as Catspajamas heads of towards the other felines.

"Ha, soon I shall see the route to the hideaway of all the pussy's of Legion world"

As a newbie to the feline kingdom, I haven't yet gained access to their super-ultra-top secret HQ but a low-level, ultrasonic, mewling will draw the attention of our leader, SC!

SC? Super Cramer?

SC? Stoopid Cat?

Yeah, I figured that out later, but felt to dumb to edit my post.

The intelligentsia, such as Semi, are never dumb. But they are permitted to be forgetful or even incorrect. After all, 100% perfection is imperfect in its own way.

I wasnt too sure either Semi, I know I can miss type if I'm in a rush and I have to admit I actually read it as Fat Cramer on first go around.

I still think Super Cramer is appropriate.

Is there any doubt about that

FC=Fantastic Cramer!!