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rhymegirl
04-30-2005, 06:43 AM
"I can't breathe!"

maestrowork
04-30-2005, 07:03 AM
"I can't breathe!" the blind girl

Eveningsdawn
04-30-2005, 07:18 AM
"I can't breathe!" the blind girl gasped as she

wurdwise
04-30-2005, 07:45 AM
"I can't breathe!" the blind girl gasped as she fumbled for her

Marisa Louise
04-30-2005, 07:50 AM
"I can't breathe!" the blind girl gasped as she fumbled for her inhaler. Those dreams

maestrowork
04-30-2005, 08:50 AM
"I can't breathe!" The blind girl gasped as she fumbled for her inhaler. Those dreams of mangled flesh

Marisa Louise
04-30-2005, 09:44 AM
"I can't breathe!" The blind girl gasped as she fumbled for her inhaler. Those dreams of mangled flesh always resulted in

wurdwise
04-30-2005, 09:49 AM
"I can't breathe!" The blind girl gasped as she fumbled for her inhaler. Those dreams of mangled flesh always resulted in an asthma attack.

BlakeOvard
04-30-2005, 09:56 AM
"I can't breathe!" The blind girl gasped as she fumbled for her inhaler. Those dreams of mangled flesh always resulted in an asthma attack. To many times

rhymegirl
04-30-2005, 03:58 PM
"I can't breathe!" the blind girl gasped as she fumbled for her inhaler. Those dreams of mangled flesh always resulted in an asthma attack. Too many times she was alone

Sarita
04-30-2005, 04:07 PM
"I can't breathe!" the blind girl gasped as she fumbled for her inhaler. Those dreams of mangled flesh always resulted in an asthma attack. Too many times she was alone dealing with this

Gehanna
04-30-2005, 04:14 PM
"I can't breathe!" the blind girl gasped as she fumbled for her inhaler. Those dreams of mangled flesh always resulted in an asthma attack. Too many times she was alone dealing with this, so she thought.

Sarita
04-30-2005, 04:17 PM
"I can't breathe!" the blind girl gasped as she fumbled for her inhaler. Those dreams of mangled flesh always resulted in an asthma attack. Too many times she was alone dealing with this, so she thought.

He emerged from

three seven
04-30-2005, 04:38 PM
"I can't breathe!" the blind girl gasped as she fumbled for her inhaler. Those dreams of mangled flesh always resulted in an asthma attack. Too many times she was alone dealing with this, so she thought.

He emerged from behind the curtains

Gehanna
04-30-2005, 04:41 PM
"I can't breathe!" the blind girl gasped as she fumbled for her inhaler. Those dreams of mangled flesh always resulted in an asthma attack. Too many times she was alone dealing with this, so she thought.

He emerged from behind the curtains of memories past

three seven
04-30-2005, 04:43 PM
He emerged from behind the curtains with a hugeI so want to pick this one up...

Sarita
04-30-2005, 04:44 PM
I so want to pick this one up...

I hate cross posting! Do with it what you will.... ;)

maestrowork
04-30-2005, 05:59 PM
When people cross post, the next person can pick whichever he or she wants to continue...

wurdwise
04-30-2005, 07:14 PM
(ok, guys, remember, this girl is blind, and if we know what her dreams are about, I would suppose we are in her viewpoint.)

"I can't breathe!" the blind girl gasped as she fumbled for her inhaler. Those dreams of mangled flesh always resulted in an asthma attack. Too many times she was alone dealing with this, so she thought.

He emerged from behind the curtains with a huge presence, she could

rhymegirl
04-30-2005, 08:42 PM
"I can't breathe!" the blind girl gasped as she fumbled for her inhaler. Those dreams of mangled flesh always resulted in an asthma attack. Too many times she was alone dealing with this, so she thought.

He emerged from behind the curtains with a huge presence, she could feel immediately. "Miss

Sarita
04-30-2005, 11:02 PM
"I can't breathe!" the blind girl gasped as she fumbled for her inhaler. Those dreams of mangled flesh always resulted in an asthma attack. Too many times she was alone dealing with this, so she thought.

He emerged from behind the curtains with a huge presence, she could feel immediately. "Miss me?" she heard

wurdwise
04-30-2005, 11:18 PM
"I can't breathe!" the blind girl gasped as she fumbled for her inhaler. Those dreams of mangled flesh always resulted in an asthma attack. Too many times she was alone dealing with this, so she thought.

He emerged from behind the curtains with a huge presence, she could feel immediately. "Miss me?" she heard his raspy, beer

Sarita
04-30-2005, 11:23 PM
"I can't breathe!" the blind girl gasped as she fumbled for her inhaler. Those dreams of mangled flesh always resulted in an asthma attack. Too many times she was alone dealing with this, so she thought.

He emerged from behind the curtains with a huge presence, she could feel immediately. "Miss me?" she heard his raspy, beer drenched voice ask.

maestrowork
04-30-2005, 11:27 PM
"I can't breathe!" the blind girl gasped as she fumbled for her inhaler. Those dreams of mangled flesh always resulted in an asthma attack. Too many times she was alone dealing with this, so she thought.

He emerged from behind the curtains with a huge presence, she could feel immediately. "Miss me?" she heard his raspy, beer drenched voice ask. Still gasping, she

mdmkay
04-30-2005, 11:29 PM
"I can't breathe!" the blind girl gasped as she fumbled for her inhaler. Those dreams of mangled flesh always resulted in an asthma attack. Too many times she was alone dealing with this, so she thought.

He emerged from behind the curtains with a huge presence, she could feel immediately. "Miss me?" she heard his raspy, beer drenched voice ask. Still gasping, she fumbled around trying

wurdwise
05-01-2005, 12:00 AM
"I can't breathe!" the blind girl gasped as she fumbled for her inhaler. Those dreams of mangled flesh always resulted in an asthma attack. Too many times she was alone dealing with this, so she thought.

He emerged from behind the curtains with a huge presence, she could feel immediately. "Miss me?" she heard his raspy, beer drenched voice ask. Still gasping, she fumbled around trying to make her

Gehanna
05-01-2005, 12:40 AM
"I can't breathe!" the blind girl gasped as she fumbled for her inhaler. Those dreams of mangled flesh always resulted in an asthma attack. Too many times she was alone dealing with this, so she thought.

He emerged from behind the curtains with a huge presence, she could feel immediately. "Miss me?" she heard his raspy, beer drenched voice ask. Still gasping, she fumbled around trying to make her breathing slow down.

rhymegirl
05-01-2005, 12:45 AM
"I can't breathe!" the blind girl gasped as she fumbled for her inhaler. Those dreams of mangled flesh always resulted in an asthma attack. Too many times she was alone dealing with this, so she thought.

He emerged from behind the curtains with a huge presence, she could feel immediately. "Miss me?" she heard his raspy, beer drenched voice ask. Still gasping, she fumbled around trying to make her breathing slow down.

"Dr. Peabody," Sara

wurdwise
05-01-2005, 12:48 AM
"I can't breathe!" the blind girl gasped as she fumbled for her inhaler. Those dreams of mangled flesh always resulted in an asthma attack. Too many times she was alone dealing with this, so she thought.

He emerged from behind the curtains with a huge presence, she could feel immediately. "Miss me?" she heard his raspy, beer drenched voice ask. Still gasping, she fumbled around trying to make her breathing slow down.

"Dr. Peabody!" Sara cried, "Help me!"

rhymegirl
05-01-2005, 01:14 AM
"I can't breathe!" the blind girl gasped as she fumbled for her inhaler. Those dreams of mangled flesh always resulted in an asthma attack. Too many times she was alone dealing with this, so she thought.

He emerged from behind the curtains with a huge presence, she could feel immediately. "Miss me?" she heard his raspy, beer drenched voice ask. Still gasping, she fumbled around trying to make her breathing slow down.

"Dr. Peabody!" Sara cried, "Help me!"

"Now Sara dear

wurdwise
05-01-2005, 01:51 AM
"I can't breathe!" the blind girl gasped as she fumbled for her inhaler. Those dreams of mangled flesh always resulted in an asthma attack. Too many times she was alone dealing with this, so she thought.

He emerged from behind the curtains with a huge presence, she could feel immediately. "Miss me?" she heard his raspy, beer drenched voice ask. Still gasping, she fumbled around trying to make her breathing slow down.

"Dr. Peabody!" Sara cried, "Help me!"

"Now Sara dear. Dr. Peabody is

William Haskins
05-01-2005, 01:58 AM
"I can't breathe!" the blind girl gasped as she fumbled for her inhaler. Those dreams of mangled flesh always resulted in an asthma attack. Too many times she was alone dealing with this, so she thought.

He emerged from behind the curtains with a huge presence, she could feel immediately. "Miss me?" she heard his raspy, beer drenched voice ask. Still gasping, she fumbled around trying to make her breathing slow down.

"Dr. Peabody!" Sara cried, "Help me!"

"Now Sara dear. Dr. Peabody is a hopeless drunk

rhymegirl
05-01-2005, 02:05 AM
"I can't breathe!" the blind girl gasped as she fumbled for her inhaler. Those dreams of mangled flesh always resulted in an asthma attack. Too many times she was alone dealing with this, so she thought.

He emerged from behind the curtains with a huge presence, she could feel immediately. "Miss me?" she heard his raspy, beer drenched voice ask. Still gasping, she fumbled around trying to make her breathing slow down.

"Dr. Peabody!" Sara cried, "Help me!"

"Now Sara dear. Dr. Peabody is a hopeless drunk," said the nurse.

wurdwise
05-01-2005, 02:49 AM
"I can't breathe!" the blind girl gasped as she fumbled for her inhaler. Those dreams of mangled flesh always resulted in an asthma attack. Too many times she was alone dealing with this, so she thought.

He emerged from behind the curtains with a huge presence, she could feel immediately. "Miss me?" she heard his raspy, beer drenched voice ask. Still gasping, she fumbled around trying to make her breathing slow down.

"Dr. Peabody!" Sara cried, "Help me!"

"Now Sara dear. Dr. Peabody is a hopeless drunk," said the nurse from the doorway.

bjewel77
05-01-2005, 04:56 AM
"I can't breathe!" the blind girl gasped as she fumbled for her inhaler. Those dreams of mangled flesh always resulted in an asthma attack. Too many times she was alone dealing with this, so she thought.

He emerged from behind the curtains with a huge presence, she could feel immediately. "Miss me?" she heard his raspy, beer drenched voice ask. Still gasping, she fumbled around trying to make her breathing slow down.

"Dr. Peabody!" Sara cried, "Help me!"

"Now Sara dear. Dr. Peabody is a hopeless drunk," said the nurse from the doorway. Sara gasped as

Sarita
05-01-2005, 04:57 AM
I can't breathe!" the blind girl gasped as she fumbled for her inhaler. Those dreams of mangled flesh always resulted in an asthma attack. Too many times she was alone dealing with this, so she thought.

He emerged from behind the curtains with a huge presence, she could feel immediately. "Miss me?" she heard his raspy, beer drenched voice ask. Still gasping, she fumbled around trying to make her breathing slow down.

"Dr. Peabody!" Sara cried, "Help me!"

"Now Sara dear. Dr. Peabody is a hopeless drunk," said the nurse from the doorway. Sara gasped as she felt Robert

wurdwise
05-01-2005, 06:06 AM
I can't breathe!" the blind girl gasped as she fumbled for her inhaler. Those dreams of mangled flesh always resulted in an asthma attack. Too many times she was alone dealing with this, so she thought.

He emerged from behind the curtains with a huge presence, she could feel immediately. "Miss me?" she heard his raspy, beer drenched voice ask. Still gasping, she fumbled around trying to make her breathing slow down.

"Dr. Peabody!" Sara cried, "Help me!"

"Now Sara dear. Dr. Peabody is a hopeless drunk," said the nurse from the doorway. Sara gasped as she felt Robert, the intern, wrap

Sarita
05-01-2005, 06:10 AM
I can't breathe!" the blind girl gasped as she fumbled for her inhaler. Those dreams of mangled flesh always resulted in an asthma attack. Too many times she was alone dealing with this, so she thought.

He emerged from behind the curtains with a huge presence, she could feel immediately. "Miss me?" she heard his raspy, beer drenched voice ask. Still gasping, she fumbled around trying to make her breathing slow down.

"Dr. Peabody!" Sara cried, "Help me!"

"Now Sara dear. Dr. Peabody is a hopeless drunk," said the nurse from the doorway. Sara gasped as she felt Robert, the intern, wrap the straight jacket

rhymegirl
05-01-2005, 06:14 AM
I can't breathe!" the blind girl gasped as she fumbled for her inhaler. Those dreams of mangled flesh always resulted in an asthma attack. Too many times she was alone dealing with this, so she thought.

He emerged from behind the curtains with a huge presence, she could feel immediately. "Miss me?" she heard his raspy, beer drenched voice ask. Still gasping, she fumbled around trying to make her breathing slow down.

"Dr. Peabody!" Sara cried, "Help me!"

"Now Sara dear. Dr. Peabody is a hopeless drunk," said the nurse from the doorway. Sara gasped as she felt Robert, the intern, wrap the straight jacket around her.

"NO!

Sarita
05-01-2005, 06:20 AM
I can't breathe!" the blind girl gasped as she fumbled for her inhaler. Those dreams of mangled flesh always resulted in an asthma attack. Too many times she was alone dealing with this, so she thought.

He emerged from behind the curtains with a huge presence, she could feel immediately. "Miss me?" she heard his raspy, beer drenched voice ask. Still gasping, she fumbled around trying to make her breathing slow down.

"Dr. Peabody!" Sara cried, "Help me!"

"Now Sara dear. Dr. Peabody is a hopeless drunk," said the nurse from the doorway. Sara gasped as she felt Robert, the intern, wrap the straight jacket around her.

"NO! Don't you see

rhymegirl
05-01-2005, 06:28 AM
I can't breathe!" the blind girl gasped as she fumbled for her inhaler. Those dreams of mangled flesh always resulted in an asthma attack. Too many times she was alone dealing with this, so she thought.

He emerged from behind the curtains with a huge presence, she could feel immediately. "Miss me?" she heard his raspy, beer drenched voice ask. Still gasping, she fumbled around trying to make her breathing slow down.

"Dr. Peabody!" Sara cried, "Help me!"

"Now Sara dear. Dr. Peabody is a hopeless drunk," said the nurse from the doorway. Sara gasped as she felt Robert, the intern, wrap the straight jacket around her.

"NO! Don't you see I'm having an

Sarita
05-01-2005, 06:29 AM
I can't breathe!" the blind girl gasped as she fumbled for her inhaler. Those dreams of mangled flesh always resulted in an asthma attack. Too many times she was alone dealing with this, so she thought.

He emerged from behind the curtains with a huge presence, she could feel immediately. "Miss me?" she heard his raspy, beer drenched voice ask. Still gasping, she fumbled around trying to make her breathing slow down.

"Dr. Peabody!" Sara cried, "Help me!"

"Now Sara dear. Dr. Peabody is a hopeless drunk," said the nurse from the doorway. Sara gasped as she felt Robert, the intern, wrap the straight jacket around her.

"NO! Don't you see I'm having an asthma attack. Give

wurdwise
05-01-2005, 06:30 AM
I can't breathe!" the blind girl gasped as she fumbled for her inhaler. Those dreams of mangled flesh always resulted in an asthma attack. Too many times she was alone dealing with this, so she thought.

He emerged from behind the curtains with a huge presence, she could feel immediately. "Miss me?" she heard his raspy, beer drenched voice ask. Still gasping, she fumbled around trying to make her breathing slow down.

"Dr. Peabody!" Sara cried, "Help me!"

"Now Sara dear. Dr. Peabody is a hopeless drunk," said the nurse from the doorway. Sara gasped as she felt Robert, the intern, wrap the straight jacket around her.

"NO! Don't you see I'm having an asthma attack. Give me something!"

Dr.

Sarita
05-01-2005, 06:31 AM
I can't breathe!" the blind girl gasped as she fumbled for her inhaler. Those dreams of mangled flesh always resulted in an asthma attack. Too many times she was alone dealing with this, so she thought.

He emerged from behind the curtains with a huge presence, she could feel immediately. "Miss me?" she heard his raspy, beer drenched voice ask. Still gasping, she fumbled around trying to make her breathing slow down.

"Dr. Peabody!" Sara cried, "Help me!"

"Now Sara dear. Dr. Peabody is a hopeless drunk," said the nurse from the doorway. Sara gasped as she felt Robert, the intern, wrap the straight jacket around her.

"NO! Don't you see I'm having an asthma attack. Give me something!"

Dr. Peabody stumbled into

rhymegirl
05-01-2005, 06:42 AM
I can't breathe!" the blind girl gasped as she fumbled for her inhaler. Those dreams of mangled flesh always resulted in an asthma attack. Too many times she was alone dealing with this, so she thought.

He emerged from behind the curtains with a huge presence, she could feel immediately. "Miss me?" she heard his raspy, beer drenched voice ask. Still gasping, she fumbled around trying to make her breathing slow down.

"Dr. Peabody!" Sara cried, "Help me!"

"Now Sara dear. Dr. Peabody is a hopeless drunk," said the nurse from the doorway. Sara gasped as she felt Robert, the intern, wrap the straight jacket around her.

"NO! Don't you see I'm having an asthma attack. Give me something!"

Dr. Peabody stumbled into the room. "Hel--lll--ooo!

wurdwise
05-01-2005, 08:06 AM
I thought he was already in the room.

BlakeOvard
05-01-2005, 09:07 AM
I can't breathe!" the blind girl gasped as she fumbled for her inhaler. Those dreams of mangled flesh always resulted in an asthma attack. Too many times she was alone dealing with this, so she thought.

He emerged from behind the curtains with a huge presence, she could feel immediately. "Miss me?" she heard his raspy, beer drenched voice ask. Still gasping, she fumbled around trying to make her breathing slow down.

"Dr. Peabody!" Sara cried, "Help me!"

"Now Sara dear. Dr. Peabody is a hopeless drunk," said the nurse from the doorway. Sara gasped as she felt Robert, the intern, wrap the straight jacket around her.

"NO! Don't you see I'm having an asthma attack. Give me something!"

Dr. Peabody stumbled into the room. "Hel--lll--ooo sweet cheeks! Did

lindylou45
05-01-2005, 10:37 AM
I can't breathe!" the blind girl gasped as she fumbled for her inhaler. Those dreams of mangled flesh always resulted in an asthma attack. Too many times she was alone dealing with this, so she thought.

He emerged from behind the curtains with a huge presence, she could feel immediately. "Miss me?" she heard his raspy, beer drenched voice ask. Still gasping, she fumbled around trying to make her breathing slow down.

"Dr. Peabody!" Sara cried, "Help me!"

"Now Sara dear. Dr. Peabody is a hopeless drunk," said the nurse from the doorway. Sara gasped as she felt Robert, the intern, wrap the straight jacket around her.

"NO! Don't you see I'm having an asthma attack. Give me something!"

Dr. Peabody stumbled into the room. "Hel--lll--ooo sweet cheeks! Did you think I'd

BlakeOvard
05-01-2005, 10:45 AM
I can't breathe!" the blind girl gasped as she fumbled for her inhaler. Those dreams of mangled flesh always resulted in an asthma attack. Too many times she was alone dealing with this, so she thought.

He emerged from behind the curtains with a huge presence, she could feel immediately. "Miss me?" she heard his raspy, beer drenched voice ask. Still gasping, she fumbled around trying to make her breathing slow down.

"Dr. Peabody!" Sara cried, "Help me!"

"Now Sara dear. Dr. Peabody is a hopeless drunk," said the nurse from the doorway. Sara gasped as she felt Robert, the intern, wrap the straight jacket around her.

"NO! Don't you see I'm having an asthma attack. Give me something!"

Dr. Peabody stumbled into the room. "Hel--lll--ooo sweet cheeks! Did you think I'd forget about your

mdmkay
05-01-2005, 11:07 AM
I can't breathe!" the blind girl gasped as she fumbled for her inhaler. Those dreams of mangled flesh always resulted in an asthma attack. Too many times she was alone dealing with this, so she thought.

He emerged from behind the curtains with a huge presence, she could feel immediately. "Miss me?" she heard his raspy, beer drenched voice ask. Still gasping, she fumbled around trying to make her breathing slow down.

"Dr. Peabody!" Sara cried, "Help me!"

"Now Sara dear. Dr. Peabody is a hopeless drunk," said the nurse from the doorway. Sara gasped as she felt Robert, the intern, wrap the straight jacket around her.

"NO! Don't you see I'm having an asthma attack. Give me something!"

Dr. Peabody stumbled into the room. "Hel--lll--ooo sweet cheeks! Did you think I'd forget about your breast and pelvic exams?

Sarita
05-01-2005, 04:07 PM
I can't breathe!" the blind girl gasped as she fumbled for her inhaler. Those dreams of mangled flesh always resulted in an asthma attack. Too many times she was alone dealing with this, so she thought.

He emerged from behind the curtains with a huge presence, she could feel immediately. "Miss me?" she heard his raspy, beer drenched voice ask. Still gasping, she fumbled around trying to make her breathing slow down.

"Dr. Peabody!" Sara cried, "Help me!"

"Now Sara dear. Dr. Peabody is a hopeless drunk," said the nurse from the doorway. Sara gasped as she felt Robert, the intern, wrap the straight jacket around her.

"NO! Don't you see I'm having an asthma attack. Give me something!"

Dr. Peabody stumbled into the room. "Hel--lll--ooo sweet cheeks! Did you think I'd forget about your breast and pelvic exams?" He fell over

Wormo
05-01-2005, 04:09 PM
I can't breathe!" the blind girl gasped as she fumbled for her inhaler. Those dreams of mangled flesh always resulted in an asthma attack. Too many times she was alone dealing with this, so she thought.

He emerged from behind the curtains with a huge presence, she could feel immediately. "Miss me?" she heard his raspy, beer drenched voice ask. Still gasping, she fumbled around trying to make her breathing slow down.

"Dr. Peabody!" Sara cried, "Help me!"

"Now Sara dear. Dr. Peabody is a hopeless drunk," said the nurse from the doorway. Sara gasped as she felt Robert, the intern, wrap the straight jacket around her.

"NO! Don't you see I'm having an asthma attack. Give me something!"

Dr. Peabody stumbled into the room. "Hel--lll--ooo sweet cheeks! Did you think I'd forget about your breast and pelvic exams?" He fell over and hit his

Sarita
05-01-2005, 04:10 PM
I can't breathe!" the blind girl gasped as she fumbled for her inhaler. Those dreams of mangled flesh always resulted in an asthma attack. Too many times she was alone dealing with this, so she thought.

He emerged from behind the curtains with a huge presence, she could feel immediately. "Miss me?" she heard his raspy, beer drenched voice ask. Still gasping, she fumbled around trying to make her breathing slow down.

"Dr. Peabody!" Sara cried, "Help me!"

"Now Sara dear. Dr. Peabody is a hopeless drunk," said the nurse from the doorway. Sara gasped as she felt Robert, the intern, wrap the straight jacket around her.

"NO! Don't you see I'm having an asthma attack. Give me something!"

Dr. Peabody stumbled into the room. "Hel--lll--ooo sweet cheeks! Did you think I'd forget about your breast and pelvic exams?" He fell over and hit his head against something

(she's blind so she can only hear...)

Wormo
05-01-2005, 04:26 PM
I can't breathe!" the blind girl gasped as she fumbled for her inhaler. Those dreams of mangled flesh always resulted in an asthma attack. Too many times she was alone dealing with this, so she thought.

He emerged from behind the curtains with a huge presence, she could feel immediately. "Miss me?" she heard his raspy, beer drenched voice ask. Still gasping, she fumbled around trying to make her breathing slow down.

"Dr. Peabody!" Sara cried, "Help me!"

"Now Sara dear. Dr. Peabody is a hopeless drunk," said the nurse from the doorway. Sara gasped as she felt Robert, the intern, wrap the straight jacket around her.

"NO! Don't you see I'm having an asthma attack. Give me something!"

Dr. Peabody stumbled into the room. "Hel--lll--ooo sweet cheeks! Did you think I'd forget about your breast and pelvic exams?" He fell over and hit his head against something that made a

Sarita
05-01-2005, 05:10 PM
I can't breathe!" the blind girl gasped as she fumbled for her inhaler. Those dreams of mangled flesh always resulted in an asthma attack. Too many times she was alone dealing with this, so she thought.

He emerged from behind the curtains with a huge presence, she could feel immediately. "Miss me?" she heard his raspy, beer drenched voice ask. Still gasping, she fumbled around trying to make her breathing slow down.

"Dr. Peabody!" Sara cried, "Help me!"

"Now Sara dear. Dr. Peabody is a hopeless drunk," said the nurse from the doorway. Sara gasped as she felt Robert, the intern, wrap the straight jacket around her.

"NO! Don't you see I'm having an asthma attack. Give me something!"

Dr. Peabody stumbled into the room. "Hel--lll--ooo sweet cheeks! Did you think I'd forget about your breast and pelvic exams?" He fell over and hit his head against something that made a loud clang. "What

rhymegirl
05-01-2005, 06:04 PM
I can't breathe!" the blind girl gasped as she fumbled for her inhaler. Those dreams of mangled flesh always resulted in an asthma attack. Too many times she was alone dealing with this, so she thought.

He emerged from behind the curtains with a huge presence, she could feel immediately. "Miss me?" she heard his raspy, beer drenched voice ask. Still gasping, she fumbled around trying to make her breathing slow down.

"Dr. Peabody!" Sara cried, "Help me!"

"Now Sara dear. Dr. Peabody is a hopeless drunk," said the nurse from the doorway. Sara gasped as she felt Robert, the intern, wrap the straight jacket around her.

"NO! Don't you see I'm having an asthma attack. Give me something!"

Dr. Peabody stumbled into the room. "Hel--lll--ooo sweet cheeks! Did you think I'd forget about your breast and pelvic exams?" He fell over and hit his head against something that made a loud clang. "What the hell is

maestrowork
05-01-2005, 06:23 PM
I can't breathe!" The blind girl gasped as she fumbled for her inhaler. Those dreams of mangled flesh always resulted in an asthma attack. Too many times she was alone dealing with this, so she thought.

He emerged from behind the curtains with a huge presence, she could feel immediately. "Miss me?" she heard his raspy, beer drenched voice ask. Still gasping, she fumbled around trying to make her breathing slow down.

"Dr. Peabody!" Sara cried, "Help me!"

"Now Sara dear. Dr. Peabody is a hopeless drunk," said the nurse from the doorway. Sara gasped as she felt Robert, the intern, wrap the straight jacket around her.

"NO! Don't you see I'm having an asthma attack. Give me something!"

Dr. Peabody stumbled into the room. "Hel--lll--ooo sweet cheeks! Did you think I'd forget about your breast and pelvic exams?" He fell over and hit his head against something that made a loud clang. "What the hell is this puddle doing

Sarita
05-01-2005, 06:45 PM
I can't breathe!" The blind girl gasped as she fumbled for her inhaler. Those dreams of mangled flesh always resulted in an asthma attack. Too many times she was alone dealing with this, so she thought.

He emerged from behind the curtains with a huge presence, she could feel immediately. "Miss me?" she heard his raspy, beer drenched voice ask. Still gasping, she fumbled around trying to make her breathing slow down.

"Dr. Peabody!" Sara cried, "Help me!"

"Now Sara dear. Dr. Peabody is a hopeless drunk," said the nurse from the doorway. Sara gasped as she felt Robert, the intern, wrap the straight jacket around her.

"NO! Don't you see I'm having an asthma attack. Give me something!"

Dr. Peabody stumbled into the room. "Hel--lll--ooo sweet cheeks! Did you think I'd forget about your breast and pelvic exams?" He fell over and hit his head against something that made a loud clang. "What the hell is this puddle doing in the middle

maestrowork
05-01-2005, 06:51 PM
I can't breathe!" The blind girl gasped as she fumbled for her inhaler. Those dreams of mangled flesh always resulted in an asthma attack. Too many times she was alone dealing with this, so she thought.

He emerged from behind the curtains with a huge presence, she could feel immediately. "Miss me?" she heard his raspy, beer drenched voice ask. Still gasping, she fumbled around trying to make her breathing slow down.

"Dr. Peabody!" Sara cried, "Help me!"

"Now Sara dear. Dr. Peabody is a hopeless drunk," said the nurse from the doorway. Sara gasped as she felt Robert, the intern, wrap the straight jacket around her.

"NO! Don't you see I'm having an asthma attack. Give me something!"

Dr. Peabody stumbled into the room. "Hel--lll--ooo sweet cheeks! Did you think I'd forget about your breast and pelvic exams?" He fell over and hit his head against something that made a loud clang. "What the hell is this puddle doing in the middle--did you pee

rhymegirl
05-01-2005, 07:51 PM
I can't breathe!" The blind girl gasped as she fumbled for her inhaler. Those dreams of mangled flesh always resulted in an asthma attack. Too many times she was alone dealing with this, so she thought.

He emerged from behind the curtains with a huge presence, she could feel immediately. "Miss me?" she heard his raspy, beer drenched voice ask. Still gasping, she fumbled around trying to make her breathing slow down.

"Dr. Peabody!" Sara cried, "Help me!"

"Now Sara dear. Dr. Peabody is a hopeless drunk," said the nurse from the doorway. Sara gasped as she felt Robert, the intern, wrap the straight jacket around her.

"NO! Don't you see I'm having an asthma attack. Give me something!"

Dr. Peabody stumbled into the room. "Hel--lll--ooo sweet cheeks! Did you think I'd forget about your breast and pelvic exams?" He fell over and hit his head against something that made a loud clang. "What the hell is this puddle doing in the middle--did you pee, Robert?"

The intern

maestrowork
05-01-2005, 10:05 PM
(bjewel... the POV character is blind.... she can't see the intern blush and his acne... :) )

mdmkay
05-01-2005, 10:35 PM
I can't breathe!" The blind girl gasped as she fumbled for her inhaler. Those dreams of mangled flesh always resulted in an asthma attack. Too many times she was alone dealing with this, so she thought.

He emerged from behind the curtains with a huge presence, she could feel immediately. "Miss me?" she heard his raspy, beer drenched voice ask. Still gasping, she fumbled around trying to make her breathing slow down.

"Dr. Peabody!" Sara cried, "Help me!"

"Now Sara dear. Dr. Peabody is a hopeless drunk," said the nurse from the doorway. Sara gasped as she felt Robert, the intern, wrap the straight jacket around her.

"NO! Don't you see I'm having an asthma attack. Give me something!"

Dr. Peabody stumbled into the room. "Hel--lll--ooo sweet cheeks! Did you think I'd forget about your breast and pelvic exams?" He fell over and hit his head against something that made a loud clang. "What the hell is this puddle doing in the middle--did you pee, Robert?"
"No, doctor she

maestrowork
05-02-2005, 01:06 AM
I can't breathe!" The blind girl gasped as she fumbled for her inhaler. Those dreams of mangled flesh always resulted in an asthma attack. Too many times she was alone dealing with this, so she thought.

He emerged from behind the curtains with a huge presence, she could feel immediately. "Miss me?" she heard his raspy, beer drenched voice ask. Still gasping, she fumbled around trying to make her breathing slow down.

"Dr. Peabody!" Sara cried, "Help me!"

"Now Sara dear. Dr. Peabody is a hopeless drunk," said the nurse from the doorway. Sara gasped as she felt Robert, the intern, wrap the straight jacket around her.

"NO! Don't you see I'm having an asthma attack. Give me something!"

Dr. Peabody stumbled into the room. "Hel--lll--ooo sweet cheeks! Did you think I'd forget about your breast and pelvic exams?" He fell over and hit his head against something that made a loud clang. "What the hell is this puddle doing in the middle--did you pee, Robert?"

"No, doctor, she did. She wet

rhymegirl
05-02-2005, 01:26 AM
I can't breathe!" The blind girl gasped as she fumbled for her inhaler. Those dreams of mangled flesh always resulted in an asthma attack. Too many times she was alone dealing with this, so she thought.

He emerged from behind the curtains with a huge presence, she could feel immediately. "Miss me?" she heard his raspy, beer drenched voice ask. Still gasping, she fumbled around trying to make her breathing slow down.

"Dr. Peabody!" Sara cried, "Help me!"

"Now Sara dear. Dr. Peabody is a hopeless drunk," said the nurse from the doorway. Sara gasped as she felt Robert, the intern, wrap the straight jacket around her.

"NO! Don't you see I'm having an asthma attack. Give me something!"

Dr. Peabody stumbled into the room. "Hel--lll--ooo sweet cheeks! Did you think I'd forget about your breast and pelvic exams?" He fell over and hit his head against something that made a loud clang. "What the hell is this puddle doing in the middle--did you pee, Robert?"

"No, doctor, she did. She wet herself and the

BlakeOvard
05-02-2005, 08:25 AM
I can't breathe!" The blind girl gasped as she fumbled for her inhaler. Those dreams of mangled flesh always resulted in an asthma attack. Too many times she was alone dealing with this, so she thought.

He emerged from behind the curtains with a huge presence, she could feel immediately. "Miss me?" she heard his raspy, beer drenched voice ask. Still gasping, she fumbled around trying to make her breathing slow down.

"Dr. Peabody!" Sara cried, "Help me!"

"Now Sara dear. Dr. Peabody is a hopeless drunk," said the nurse from the doorway. Sara gasped as she felt Robert, the intern, wrap the straight jacket around her.

"NO! Don't you see I'm having an asthma attack. Give me something!"

Dr. Peabody stumbled into the room. "Hel--lll--ooo sweet cheeks! Did you think I'd forget about your breast and pelvic exams?" He fell over and hit his head against something that made a loud clang. "What the hell is this puddle doing in the middle--did you pee, Robert?"

"No, doctor, she did. She wet herself and the door guard and

Marisa Louise
05-02-2005, 09:48 AM
I can't breathe!" The blind girl gasped as she fumbled for her inhaler. Those dreams of mangled flesh always resulted in an asthma attack. Too many times she was alone dealing with this, so she thought.

He emerged from behind the curtains with a huge presence, she could feel immediately. "Miss me?" she heard his raspy, beer drenched voice ask. Still gasping, she fumbled around trying to make her breathing slow down.

"Dr. Peabody!" Sara cried, "Help me!"

"Now Sara dear. Dr. Peabody is a hopeless drunk," said the nurse from the doorway. Sara gasped as she felt Robert, the intern, wrap the straight jacket around her.

"NO! Don't you see I'm having an asthma attack. Give me something!"

Dr. Peabody stumbled into the room. "Hel--lll--ooo sweet cheeks! Did you think I'd forget about your breast and pelvic exams?" He fell over and hit his head against something that made a loud clang. "What the hell is this puddle doing in the middle--did you pee, Robert?"

"No, doctor, she did. She wet herself and the door guard and is now unconscious.

poetinahat
05-02-2005, 11:33 AM
I can't breathe!" The blind girl gasped as she fumbled for her inhaler. Those dreams of mangled flesh always resulted in an asthma attack. Too many times she was alone dealing with this, so she thought.

He emerged from behind the curtains with a huge presence, she could feel immediately. "Miss me?" she heard his raspy, beer drenched voice ask. Still gasping, she fumbled around trying to make her breathing slow down.

"Dr. Peabody!" Sara cried, "Help me!"

"Now Sara dear. Dr. Peabody is a hopeless drunk," said the nurse from the doorway. Sara gasped as she felt Robert, the intern, wrap the straight jacket around her.

"NO! Don't you see I'm having an asthma attack. Give me something!"

Dr. Peabody stumbled into the room. "Hel--lll--ooo sweet cheeks! Did you think I'd forget about your breast and pelvic exams?" He fell over and hit his head against something that made a loud clang. "What the hell is this puddle doing in the middle--did you pee, Robert?"

"No, doctor, she did. She wet herself and the door guard and is now unconscious. I just gave

bjewel77
05-02-2005, 06:15 PM
I can't breathe!" The blind girl gasped as she fumbled for her inhaler. Those dreams of mangled flesh always resulted in an asthma attack. Too many times she was alone dealing with this, so she thought.

He emerged from behind the curtains with a huge presence, she could feel immediately. "Miss me?" she heard his raspy, beer drenched voice ask. Still gasping, she fumbled around trying to make her breathing slow down.

"Dr. Peabody!" Sara cried, "Help me!"

"Now Sara dear. Dr. Peabody is a hopeless drunk," said the nurse from the doorway. Sara gasped as she felt Robert, the intern, wrap the straight jacket around her.

"NO! Don't you see I'm having an asthma attack. Give me something!"

Dr. Peabody stumbled into the room. "Hel--lll--ooo sweet cheeks! Did you think I'd forget about your breast and pelvic exams?" He fell over and hit his head against something that made a loud clang. "What the hell is this puddle doing in the middle--did you pee, Robert?"

"No, doctor, she did. She wet herself and the door guard and is now unconscious. I just gave her the demerol

wurdwise
05-02-2005, 06:19 PM
I can't breathe!" The blind girl gasped as she fumbled for her inhaler. Those dreams of mangled flesh always resulted in an asthma attack. Too many times she was alone dealing with this, so she thought.

He emerged from behind the curtains with a huge presence, she could feel immediately. "Miss me?" she heard his raspy, beer drenched voice ask. Still gasping, she fumbled around trying to make her breathing slow down.

"Dr. Peabody!" Sara cried, "Help me!"

"Now Sara dear. Dr. Peabody is a hopeless drunk," said the nurse from the doorway. Sara gasped as she felt Robert, the intern, wrap the straight jacket around her.

"NO! Don't you see I'm having an asthma attack. Give me something!"

Dr. Peabody stumbled into the room. "Hel--lll--ooo sweet cheeks! Did you think I'd forget about your breast and pelvic exams?" He fell over and hit his head against something that made a loud clang. "What the hell is this puddle doing in the middle--did you pee, Robert?"

"No, doctor, she did. She wet herself and the door guard and is now unconscious. I just gave her the demerol."

"Cretin! She's allergic

rhymegirl
05-02-2005, 06:24 PM
I can't breathe!" The blind girl gasped as she fumbled for her inhaler. Those dreams of mangled flesh always resulted in an asthma attack. Too many times she was alone dealing with this, so she thought.

He emerged from behind the curtains with a huge presence, she could feel immediately. "Miss me?" she heard his raspy, beer drenched voice ask. Still gasping, she fumbled around trying to make her breathing slow down.

"Dr. Peabody!" Sara cried, "Help me!"

"Now Sara dear. Dr. Peabody is a hopeless drunk," said the nurse from the doorway. Sara gasped as she felt Robert, the intern, wrap the straight jacket around her.

"NO! Don't you see I'm having an asthma attack. Give me something!"

Dr. Peabody stumbled into the room. "Hel--lll--ooo sweet cheeks! Did you think I'd forget about your breast and pelvic exams?" He fell over and hit his head against something that made a loud clang. "What the hell is this puddle doing in the middle--did you pee, Robert?"

"No, doctor, she did. She wet herself and the door guard and is now unconscious. I just gave her the demerol."

"Cretin! She's allergic to that stuff!

Wormo
05-02-2005, 09:48 PM
I can't breathe!" The blind girl gasped as she fumbled for her inhaler. Those dreams of mangled flesh always resulted in an asthma attack. Too many times she was alone dealing with this, so she thought.

He emerged from behind the curtains with a huge presence, she could feel immediately. "Miss me?" she heard his raspy, beer drenched voice ask. Still gasping, she fumbled around trying to make her breathing slow down.

"Dr. Peabody!" Sara cried, "Help me!"

"Now Sara dear. Dr. Peabody is a hopeless drunk," said the nurse from the doorway. Sara gasped as she felt Robert, the intern, wrap the straight jacket around her.

"NO! Don't you see I'm having an asthma attack. Give me something!"

Dr. Peabody stumbled into the room. "Hel--lll--ooo sweet cheeks! Did you think I'd forget about your breast and pelvic exams?" He fell over and hit his head against something that made a loud clang. "What the hell is this puddle doing in the middle--did you pee, Robert?"

"No, doctor, she did. She wet herself and the door guard and is now unconscious. I just gave her the demerol."

"Cretin! She's allergic to that stuff! he said whilst

rhymegirl
05-03-2005, 04:32 AM
I can't breathe!" The blind girl gasped as she fumbled for her inhaler. Those dreams of mangled flesh always resulted in an asthma attack. Too many times she was alone dealing with this, so she thought.

He emerged from behind the curtains with a huge presence, she could feel immediately. "Miss me?" she heard his raspy, beer drenched voice ask. Still gasping, she fumbled around trying to make her breathing slow down.

"Dr. Peabody!" Sara cried, "Help me!"

"Now Sara dear. Dr. Peabody is a hopeless drunk," said the nurse from the doorway. Sara gasped as she felt Robert, the intern, wrap the straight jacket around her.

"NO! Don't you see I'm having an asthma attack. Give me something!"

Dr. Peabody stumbled into the room. "Hel--lll--ooo sweet cheeks! Did you think I'd forget about your breast and pelvic exams?" He fell over and hit his head against something that made a loud clang. "What the hell is this puddle doing in the middle--did you pee, Robert?"

"No, doctor, she did. She wet herself and the door guard and is now unconscious. I just gave her the demerol."

"Cretin! She's allergic to that stuff! he said whilst slapping the intern.

BlakeOvard
05-03-2005, 05:45 AM
I can't breathe!" The blind girl gasped as she fumbled for her inhaler. Those dreams of mangled flesh always resulted in an asthma attack. Too many times she was alone dealing with this, so she thought.

He emerged from behind the curtains with a huge presence, she could feel immediately. "Miss me?" she heard his raspy, beer drenched voice ask. Still gasping, she fumbled around trying to make her breathing slow down.

"Dr. Peabody!" Sara cried, "Help me!"

"Now Sara dear. Dr. Peabody is a hopeless drunk," said the nurse from the doorway. Sara gasped as she felt Robert, the intern, wrap the straight jacket around her.

"NO! Don't you see I'm having an asthma attack. Give me something!"

Dr. Peabody stumbled into the room. "Hel--lll--ooo sweet cheeks! Did you think I'd forget about your breast and pelvic exams?" He fell over and hit his head against something that made a loud clang. "What the hell is this puddle doing in the middle--did you pee, Robert?"

"No, doctor, she did. She wet herself and the door guard and is now unconscious. I just gave her the demerol."

"Cretin! She's allergic to that stuff," he said whilst slapping the intern. "Are you trying

maestrowork
05-03-2005, 05:55 AM
I can't breathe!" The blind girl gasped as she fumbled for her inhaler. Those dreams of mangled flesh always resulted in an asthma attack. Too many times she was alone dealing with this, so she thought.

He emerged from behind the curtains with a huge presence, she could feel immediately. "Miss me?" she heard his raspy, beer drenched voice ask. Still gasping, she fumbled around trying to make her breathing slow down.

"Dr. Peabody!" Sara cried, "Help me!"

"Now Sara dear. Dr. Peabody is a hopeless drunk," said the nurse from the doorway. Sara gasped as she felt Robert, the intern, wrap the straight jacket around her.

"NO! Don't you see I'm having an asthma attack. Give me something!"

Dr. Peabody stumbled into the room. "Hel--lll--ooo sweet cheeks! Did you think I'd forget about your breast and pelvic exams?" He fell over and hit his head against something that made a loud clang. "What the hell is this puddle doing in the middle--did you pee, Robert?"

"No, doctor, she did. She wet herself and the door guard and is now unconscious. I just gave her the demerol."

"Cretin! She's allergic to that stuff," he said whilst slapping the intern. "Are you trying to kill her?

rhymegirl
05-03-2005, 05:57 AM
I can't breathe!" The blind girl gasped as she fumbled for her inhaler. Those dreams of mangled flesh always resulted in an asthma attack. Too many times she was alone dealing with this, so she thought.

He emerged from behind the curtains with a huge presence, she could feel immediately. "Miss me?" she heard his raspy, beer drenched voice ask. Still gasping, she fumbled around trying to make her breathing slow down.

"Dr. Peabody!" Sara cried, "Help me!"

"Now Sara dear. Dr. Peabody is a hopeless drunk," said the nurse from the doorway. Sara gasped as she felt Robert, the intern, wrap the straight jacket around her.

"NO! Don't you see I'm having an asthma attack. Give me something!"

Dr. Peabody stumbled into the room. "Hel--lll--ooo sweet cheeks! Did you think I'd forget about your breast and pelvic exams?" He fell over and hit his head against something that made a loud clang. "What the hell is this puddle doing in the middle--did you pee, Robert?"

"No, doctor, she did. She wet herself and the door guard and is now unconscious. I just gave her the demerol."

"Cretin! She's allergic to that stuff," he said whilst slapping the intern. "Are you trying to kill her?"

"Actually, yes, doctor.

maestrowork
05-03-2005, 05:59 AM
I can't breathe!" The blind girl gasped as she fumbled for her inhaler. Those dreams of mangled flesh always resulted in an asthma attack. Too many times she was alone dealing with this, so she thought.

He emerged from behind the curtains with a huge presence, she could feel immediately. "Miss me?" she heard his raspy, beer drenched voice ask. Still gasping, she fumbled around trying to make her breathing slow down.

"Dr. Peabody!" Sara cried, "Help me!"

"Now Sara dear. Dr. Peabody is a hopeless drunk," said the nurse from the doorway. Sara gasped as she felt Robert, the intern, wrap the straight jacket around her.

"NO! Don't you see I'm having an asthma attack. Give me something!"

Dr. Peabody stumbled into the room. "Hel--lll--ooo sweet cheeks! Did you think I'd forget about your breast and pelvic exams?" He fell over and hit his head against something that made a loud clang. "What the hell is this puddle doing in the middle--did you pee, Robert?"

"No, doctor, she did. She wet herself and the door guard and is now unconscious. I just gave her the demerol."

"Cretin! She's allergic to that stuff," he said whilst slapping the intern. "Are you trying to kill her?"

"Actually, yes, doctor," Robert whispered. Sara

rhymegirl
05-03-2005, 07:23 AM
I can't breathe!" The blind girl gasped as she fumbled for her inhaler. Those dreams of mangled flesh always resulted in an asthma attack. Too many times she was alone dealing with this, so she thought.

He emerged from behind the curtains with a huge presence, she could feel immediately. "Miss me?" she heard his raspy, beer drenched voice ask. Still gasping, she fumbled around trying to make her breathing slow down.

"Dr. Peabody!" Sara cried, "Help me!"

"Now Sara dear. Dr. Peabody is a hopeless drunk," said the nurse from the doorway. Sara gasped as she felt Robert, the intern, wrap the straight jacket around her.

"NO! Don't you see I'm having an asthma attack. Give me something!"

Dr. Peabody stumbled into the room. "Hel--lll--ooo sweet cheeks! Did you think I'd forget about your breast and pelvic exams?" He fell over and hit his head against something that made a loud clang. "What the hell is this puddle doing in the middle--did you pee, Robert?"

"No, doctor, she did. She wet herself and the door guard and is now unconscious. I just gave her the demerol."

"Cretin! She's allergic to that stuff," he said whilst slapping the intern. "Are you trying to kill her?"

"Actually, yes, doctor," Robert whispered. "Sara was my lover."

BlakeOvard
05-03-2005, 07:53 AM
I can't breathe!" The blind girl gasped as she fumbled for her inhaler. Those dreams of mangled flesh always resulted in an asthma attack. Too many times she was alone dealing with this, so she thought.

He emerged from behind the curtains with a huge presence, she could feel immediately. "Miss me?" she heard his raspy, beer drenched voice ask. Still gasping, she fumbled around trying to make her breathing slow down.

"Dr. Peabody!" Sara cried, "Help me!"

"Now Sara dear. Dr. Peabody is a hopeless drunk," said the nurse from the doorway. Sara gasped as she felt Robert, the intern, wrap the straight jacket around her.

"NO! Don't you see I'm having an asthma attack. Give me something!"

Dr. Peabody stumbled into the room. "Hel--lll--ooo sweet cheeks! Did you think I'd forget about your breast and pelvic exams?" He fell over and hit his head against something that made a loud clang. "What the hell is this puddle doing in the middle--did you pee, Robert?"

"No, doctor, she did. She wet herself and the door guard and is now unconscious. I just gave her the demerol."

"Cretin! She's allergic to that stuff," he said whilst slapping the intern. "Are you trying to kill her?"

"Actually, yes, doctor," Robert whispered. "Sara was my lover."

"But, why would

Marisa Louise
05-03-2005, 08:06 AM
I can't breathe!" The blind girl gasped as she fumbled for her inhaler. Those dreams of mangled flesh always resulted in an asthma attack. Too many times she was alone dealing with this, so she thought.

He emerged from behind the curtains with a huge presence, she could feel immediately. "Miss me?" she heard his raspy, beer drenched voice ask. Still gasping, she fumbled around trying to make her breathing slow down.

"Dr. Peabody!" Sara cried, "Help me!"

"Now Sara dear. Dr. Peabody is a hopeless drunk," said the nurse from the doorway. Sara gasped as she felt Robert, the intern, wrap the straight jacket around her.

"NO! Don't you see I'm having an asthma attack. Give me something!"

Dr. Peabody stumbled into the room. "Hel--lll--ooo sweet cheeks! Did you think I'd forget about your breast and pelvic exams?" He fell over and hit his head against something that made a loud clang. "What the hell is this puddle doing in the middle--did you pee, Robert?"

"No, doctor, she did. She wet herself and the door guard and is now unconscious. I just gave her the demerol."

"Cretin! She's allergic to that stuff," he said whilst slapping the intern. "Are you trying to kill her?"

"Actually, yes, doctor," Robert whispered. "Sara was my lover."

"But, why would you even consider

BlakeOvard
05-03-2005, 08:30 AM
I can't breathe!" The blind girl gasped as she fumbled for her inhaler. Those dreams of mangled flesh always resulted in an asthma attack. Too many times she was alone dealing with this, so she thought.

He emerged from behind the curtains with a huge presence, she could feel immediately. "Miss me?" she heard his raspy, beer drenched voice ask. Still gasping, she fumbled around trying to make her breathing slow down.

"Dr. Peabody!" Sara cried, "Help me!"

"Now Sara dear. Dr. Peabody is a hopeless drunk," said the nurse from the doorway. Sara gasped as she felt Robert, the intern, wrap the straight jacket around her.

"NO! Don't you see I'm having an asthma attack. Give me something!"

Dr. Peabody stumbled into the room. "Hel--lll--ooo sweet cheeks! Did you think I'd forget about your breast and pelvic exams?" He fell over and hit his head against something that made a loud clang. "What the hell is this puddle doing in the middle--did you pee, Robert?"

"No, doctor, she did. She wet herself and the door guard and is now unconscious. I just gave her the demerol."

"Cretin! She's allergic to that stuff," he said whilst slapping the intern. "Are you trying to kill her?"

"Actually, yes, doctor," Robert whispered. "Sara was my lover."

"But, why would you even consider demerol? You know

wurdwise
05-03-2005, 08:56 AM
I can't breathe!" The blind girl gasped as she fumbled for her inhaler. Those dreams of mangled flesh always resulted in an asthma attack. Too many times she was alone dealing with this, so she thought.

He emerged from behind the curtains with a huge presence, she could feel immediately. "Miss me?" she heard his raspy, beer drenched voice ask. Still gasping, she fumbled around trying to make her breathing slow down.

"Dr. Peabody!" Sara cried, "Help me!"

"Now Sara dear. Dr. Peabody is a hopeless drunk," said the nurse from the doorway. Sara gasped as she felt Robert, the intern, wrap the straight jacket around her.

"NO! Don't you see I'm having an asthma attack. Give me something!"

Dr. Peabody stumbled into the room. "Hel--lll--ooo sweet cheeks! Did you think I'd forget about your breast and pelvic exams?" He fell over and hit his head against something that made a loud clang. "What the hell is this puddle doing in the middle--did you pee, Robert?"

"No, doctor, she did. She wet herself and the door guard and is now unconscious. I just gave her the demerol."

"Cretin! She's allergic to that stuff," he said whilst slapping the intern. "Are you trying to kill her?"

"Actually, yes, doctor," Robert whispered. "Sara was my lover."

"But, why would you even consider demerol? You know I'm running low."

BlakeOvard
05-03-2005, 09:44 AM
I can't breathe!" The blind girl gasped as she fumbled for her inhaler. Those dreams of mangled flesh always resulted in an asthma attack. Too many times she was alone dealing with this, so she thought.

He emerged from behind the curtains with a huge presence, she could feel immediately. "Miss me?" she heard his raspy, beer drenched voice ask. Still gasping, she fumbled around trying to make her breathing slow down.

"Dr. Peabody!" Sara cried, "Help me!"

"Now Sara dear. Dr. Peabody is a hopeless drunk," said the nurse from the doorway. Sara gasped as she felt Robert, the intern, wrap the straight jacket around her.

"NO! Don't you see I'm having an asthma attack. Give me something!"

Dr. Peabody stumbled into the room. "Hel--lll--ooo sweet cheeks! Did you think I'd forget about your breast and pelvic exams?" He fell over and hit his head against something that made a loud clang. "What the hell is this puddle doing in the middle--did you pee, Robert?"

"No, doctor, she did. She wet herself and the door guard and is now unconscious. I just gave her the demerol."

"Cretin! She's allergic to that stuff," he said whilst slapping the intern. "Are you trying to kill her?"

"Actually, yes, doctor," Robert whispered. "Sara was my lover."

"But, why would you even consider demerol? You know I'm running low, and there are

Wormo
05-03-2005, 01:58 PM
I can't breathe!" The blind girl gasped as she fumbled for her inhaler. Those dreams of mangled flesh always resulted in an asthma attack. Too many times she was alone dealing with this, so she thought.

He emerged from behind the curtains with a huge presence, she could feel immediately. "Miss me?" she heard his raspy, beer drenched voice ask. Still gasping, she fumbled around trying to make her breathing slow down.

"Dr. Peabody!" Sara cried, "Help me!"

"Now Sara dear. Dr. Peabody is a hopeless drunk," said the nurse from the doorway. Sara gasped as she felt Robert, the intern, wrap the straight jacket around her.

"NO! Don't you see I'm having an asthma attack. Give me something!"

Dr. Peabody stumbled into the room. "Hel--lll--ooo sweet cheeks! Did you think I'd forget about your breast and pelvic exams?" He fell over and hit his head against something that made a loud clang. "What the hell is this puddle doing in the middle--did you pee, Robert?"

"No, doctor, she did. She wet herself and the door guard and is now unconscious. I just gave her the demerol."

"Cretin! She's allergic to that stuff," he said whilst slapping the intern. "Are you trying to kill her?"

"Actually, yes, doctor," Robert whispered. "Sara was my lover."

"But, why would you even consider demerol? You know I'm running low, and there are absolutely no ways

rhymegirl
05-03-2005, 02:59 PM
I can't breathe!" The blind girl gasped as she fumbled for her inhaler. Those dreams of mangled flesh always resulted in an asthma attack. Too many times she was alone dealing with this, so she thought.

He emerged from behind the curtains with a huge presence, she could feel immediately. "Miss me?" she heard his raspy, beer drenched voice ask. Still gasping, she fumbled around trying to make her breathing slow down.

"Dr. Peabody!" Sara cried, "Help me!"

"Now Sara dear. Dr. Peabody is a hopeless drunk," said the nurse from the doorway. Sara gasped as she felt Robert, the intern, wrap the straight jacket around her.

"NO! Don't you see I'm having an asthma attack. Give me something!"

Dr. Peabody stumbled into the room. "Hel--lll--ooo sweet cheeks! Did you think I'd forget about your breast and pelvic exams?" He fell over and hit his head against something that made a loud clang. "What the hell is this puddle doing in the middle--did you pee, Robert?"

"No, doctor, she did. She wet herself and the door guard and is now unconscious. I just gave her the demerol."

"Cretin! She's allergic to that stuff," he said whilst slapping the intern. "Are you trying to kill her?"

"Actually, yes, doctor," Robert whispered. "Sara was my lover."

"But, why would you even consider demerol? You know I'm running low, and there are absolutely no ways to get more.

wurdwise
05-03-2005, 04:59 PM
I can't breathe!" The blind girl gasped as she fumbled for her inhaler. Those dreams of mangled flesh always resulted in an asthma attack. Too many times she was alone dealing with this, so she thought.

He emerged from behind the curtains with a huge presence, she could feel immediately. "Miss me?" she heard his raspy, beer drenched voice ask. Still gasping, she fumbled around trying to make her breathing slow down.

"Dr. Peabody!" Sara cried, "Help me!"

"Now Sara dear. Dr. Peabody is a hopeless drunk," said the nurse from the doorway. Sara gasped as she felt Robert, the intern, wrap the straight jacket around her.

"NO! Don't you see I'm having an asthma attack. Give me something!"

Dr. Peabody stumbled into the room. "Hel--lll--ooo sweet cheeks! Did you think I'd forget about your breast and pelvic exams?" He fell over and hit his head against something that made a loud clang. "What the hell is this puddle doing in the middle--did you pee, Robert?"

"No, doctor, she did. She wet herself and the door guard and is now unconscious. I just gave her the demerol."

"Cretin! She's allergic to that stuff," he said whilst slapping the intern. "Are you trying to kill her?"

"Actually, yes, doctor," Robert whispered. "Sara was my lover."

"But, why would you even consider demerol? You know I'm running low, and there are absolutely no ways to get more since my license

Gehanna
05-03-2005, 05:12 PM
I can't breathe!" The blind girl gasped as she fumbled for her inhaler. Those dreams of mangled flesh always resulted in an asthma attack. Too many times she was alone dealing with this, so she thought.

He emerged from behind the curtains with a huge presence, she could feel immediately. "Miss me?" she heard his raspy, beer drenched voice ask. Still gasping, she fumbled around trying to make her breathing slow down.

"Dr. Peabody!" Sara cried, "Help me!"

"Now Sara dear. Dr. Peabody is a hopeless drunk," said the nurse from the doorway. Sara gasped as she felt Robert, the intern, wrap the straight jacket around her.

"NO! Don't you see I'm having an asthma attack. Give me something!"

Dr. Peabody stumbled into the room. "Hel--lll--ooo sweet cheeks! Did you think I'd forget about your breast and pelvic exams?" He fell over and hit his head against something that made a loud clang. "What the hell is this puddle doing in the middle--did you pee, Robert?"

"No, doctor, she did. She wet herself and the door guard and is now unconscious. I just gave her the demerol."

"Cretin! She's allergic to that stuff," he said whilst slapping the intern. "Are you trying to kill her?"

"Actually, yes, doctor," Robert whispered. "Sara was my lover."

"But, why would you even consider demerol? You know I'm running low, and there are absolutely no ways to get more since my license was recently revoked

rhymegirl
05-03-2005, 05:28 PM
I can't breathe!" The blind girl gasped as she fumbled for her inhaler. Those dreams of mangled flesh always resulted in an asthma attack. Too many times she was alone dealing with this, so she thought.

He emerged from behind the curtains with a huge presence, she could feel immediately. "Miss me?" she heard his raspy, beer drenched voice ask. Still gasping, she fumbled around trying to make her breathing slow down.

"Dr. Peabody!" Sara cried, "Help me!"

"Now Sara dear. Dr. Peabody is a hopeless drunk," said the nurse from the doorway. Sara gasped as she felt Robert, the intern, wrap the straight jacket around her.

"NO! Don't you see I'm having an asthma attack. Give me something!"

Dr. Peabody stumbled into the room. "Hel--lll--ooo sweet cheeks! Did you think I'd forget about your breast and pelvic exams?" He fell over and hit his head against something that made a loud clang. "What the hell is this puddle doing in the middle--did you pee, Robert?"

"No, doctor, she did. She wet herself and the door guard and is now unconscious. I just gave her the demerol."

"Cretin! She's allergic to that stuff," he said whilst slapping the intern. "Are you trying to kill her?"

"Actually, yes, doctor," Robert whispered. "Sara was my lover."

"But, why would you even consider demerol? You know I'm running low, and there are absolutely no ways to get more since my license was recently revoked."

Denise, the nurse

wurdwise
05-03-2005, 05:38 PM
I can't breathe!" The blind girl gasped as she fumbled for her inhaler. Those dreams of mangled flesh always resulted in an asthma attack. Too many times she was alone dealing with this, so she thought.

He emerged from behind the curtains with a huge presence, she could feel immediately. "Miss me?" she heard his raspy, beer drenched voice ask. Still gasping, she fumbled around trying to make her breathing slow down.

"Dr. Peabody!" Sara cried, "Help me!"

"Now Sara dear. Dr. Peabody is a hopeless drunk," said the nurse from the doorway. Sara gasped as she felt Robert, the intern, wrap the straight jacket around her.

"NO! Don't you see I'm having an asthma attack. Give me something!"

Dr. Peabody stumbled into the room. "Hel--lll--ooo sweet cheeks! Did you think I'd forget about your breast and pelvic exams?" He fell over and hit his head against something that made a loud clang. "What the hell is this puddle doing in the middle--did you pee, Robert?"

"No, doctor, she did. She wet herself and the door guard and is now unconscious. I just gave her the demerol."

"Cretin! She's allergic to that stuff," he said whilst slapping the intern. "Are you trying to kill her?"

"Actually, yes, doctor," Robert whispered. "Sara was my lover."

"But, why would you even consider demerol? You know I'm running low, and there are absolutely no ways to get more since my license was recently revoked."

Denise, the nurse, who was mean

rhymegirl
05-03-2005, 05:56 PM
I can't breathe!" The blind girl gasped as she fumbled for her inhaler. Those dreams of mangled flesh always resulted in an asthma attack. Too many times she was alone dealing with this, so she thought.

He emerged from behind the curtains with a huge presence, she could feel immediately. "Miss me?" she heard his raspy, beer drenched voice ask. Still gasping, she fumbled around trying to make her breathing slow down.

"Dr. Peabody!" Sara cried, "Help me!"

"Now Sara dear. Dr. Peabody is a hopeless drunk," said the nurse from the doorway. Sara gasped as she felt Robert, the intern, wrap the straight jacket around her.

"NO! Don't you see I'm having an asthma attack. Give me something!"

Dr. Peabody stumbled into the room. "Hel--lll--ooo sweet cheeks! Did you think I'd forget about your breast and pelvic exams?" He fell over and hit his head against something that made a loud clang. "What the hell is this puddle doing in the middle--did you pee, Robert?"

"No, doctor, she did. She wet herself and the door guard and is now unconscious. I just gave her the demerol."

"Cretin! She's allergic to that stuff," he said whilst slapping the intern. "Are you trying to kill her?"

"Actually, yes, doctor," Robert whispered. "Sara was my lover."

"But, why would you even consider demerol? You know I'm running low, and there are absolutely no ways to get more since my license was recently revoked."

Denise, the nurse, who was mean and jealous because

BlakeOvard
05-03-2005, 06:08 PM
I can't breathe!" The blind girl gasped as she fumbled for her inhaler. Those dreams of mangled flesh always resulted in an asthma attack. Too many times she was alone dealing with this, so she thought.

He emerged from behind the curtains with a huge presence, she could feel immediately. "Miss me?" she heard his raspy, beer drenched voice ask. Still gasping, she fumbled around trying to make her breathing slow down.

"Dr. Peabody!" Sara cried, "Help me!"

"Now Sara dear. Dr. Peabody is a hopeless drunk," said the nurse from the doorway. Sara gasped as she felt Robert, the intern, wrap the straight jacket around her.

"NO! Don't you see I'm having an asthma attack. Give me something!"

Dr. Peabody stumbled into the room. "Hel--lll--ooo sweet cheeks! Did you think I'd forget about your breast and pelvic exams?" He fell over and hit his head against something that made a loud clang. "What the hell is this puddle doing in the middle--did you pee, Robert?"

"No, doctor, she did. She wet herself and the door guard and is now unconscious. I just gave her the demerol."

"Cretin! She's allergic to that stuff," he said whilst slapping the intern. "Are you trying to kill her?"

"Actually, yes, doctor," Robert whispered. "Sara was my lover."

"But, why would you even consider demerol? You know I'm running low, and there are absolutely no ways to get more since my license was recently revoked."

Denise, the nurse, who was mean and jealous because she was secretly

rhymegirl
05-03-2005, 06:32 PM
"I can't breathe!" The blind girl gasped as she fumbled for her inhaler. Those dreams of mangled flesh always resulted in an asthma attack. Too many times she was alone dealing with this, so she thought.

He emerged from behind the curtains with a huge presence, she could feel immediately. "Miss me?" she heard his raspy, beer drenched voice ask. Still gasping, she fumbled around trying to make her breathing slow down.

"Dr. Peabody!" Sara cried, "Help me!"

"Now Sara dear. Dr. Peabody is a hopeless drunk," said the nurse from the doorway. Sara gasped as she felt Robert, the intern, wrap the straight jacket around her.

"NO! Don't you see I'm having an asthma attack. Give me something!"

Dr. Peabody stumbled into the room. "Hel--lll--ooo sweet cheeks! Did you think I'd forget about your breast and pelvic exams?" He fell over and hit his head against something that made a loud clang. "What the hell is this puddle doing in the middle--did you pee, Robert?"

"No, doctor, she did. She wet herself and the door guard and is now unconscious. I just gave her the demerol."

"Cretin! She's allergic to that stuff," he said whilst slapping the intern. "Are you trying to kill her?"

"Actually, yes, doctor," Robert whispered. "Sara was my lover."

"But, why would you even consider demerol? You know I'm running low, and there are absolutely no ways to get more since my license was recently revoked."

Denise, the nurse, who was mean and jealous because she was secretly in love with

wurdwise
05-03-2005, 06:41 PM
"I can't breathe!" The blind girl gasped as she fumbled for her inhaler. Those dreams of mangled flesh always resulted in an asthma attack. Too many times she was alone dealing with this, so she thought.

He emerged from behind the curtains with a huge presence, she could feel immediately. "Miss me?" she heard his raspy, beer drenched voice ask. Still gasping, she fumbled around trying to make her breathing slow down.

"Dr. Peabody!" Sara cried, "Help me!"

"Now Sara dear. Dr. Peabody is a hopeless drunk," said the nurse from the doorway. Sara gasped as she felt Robert, the intern, wrap the straight jacket around her.

"NO! Don't you see I'm having an asthma attack. Give me something!"

Dr. Peabody stumbled into the room. "Hel--lll--ooo sweet cheeks! Did you think I'd forget about your breast and pelvic exams?" He fell over and hit his head against something that made a loud clang. "What the hell is this puddle doing in the middle--did you pee, Robert?"

"No, doctor, she did. She wet herself and the door guard and is now unconscious. I just gave her the demerol."

"Cretin! She's allergic to that stuff," he said whilst slapping the intern. "Are you trying to kill her?"

"Actually, yes, doctor," Robert whispered. "Sara was my lover."

"But, why would you even consider demerol? You know I'm running low, and there are absolutely no ways to get more since my license was recently revoked."

Denise, the nurse-who was mean and jealous because she was secretly in love with Raymond Peabody-gently

maestrowork
05-03-2005, 06:41 PM
"I can't breathe!" The blind girl gasped as she fumbled for her inhaler. Those dreams of mangled flesh always resulted in an asthma attack. Too many times she was alone dealing with this, so she thought.

He emerged from behind the curtains with a huge presence, she could feel immediately. "Miss me?" she heard his raspy, beer drenched voice ask. Still gasping, she fumbled around trying to make her breathing slow down.

"Dr. Peabody!" Sara cried, "Help me!"

"Now Sara dear. Dr. Peabody is a hopeless drunk," said the nurse from the doorway. Sara gasped as she felt Robert, the intern, wrap the straight jacket around her.

"NO! Don't you see I'm having an asthma attack. Give me something!"

Dr. Peabody stumbled into the room. "Hel--lll--ooo sweet cheeks! Did you think I'd forget about your breast and pelvic exams?" He fell over and hit his head against something that made a loud clang. "What the hell is this puddle doing in the middle--did you pee, Robert?"

"No, doctor, she did. She wet herself and the door guard and is now unconscious. I just gave her the demerol."

"Cretin! She's allergic to that stuff," he said whilst slapping the intern. "Are you trying to kill her?"

"Actually, yes, doctor," Robert whispered. "Sara was my lover."

"But, why would you even consider demerol? You know I'm running low, and there are absolutely no ways to get more since my license was recently revoked."

Denise, the nurse, who was mean and jealous because she was secretly in love with Dr. Raymond Peabody

wurdwise
05-03-2005, 06:48 PM
"I can't breathe!" The blind girl gasped as she fumbled for her inhaler. Those dreams of mangled flesh always resulted in an asthma attack. Too many times she was alone dealing with this, so she thought.

He emerged from behind the curtains with a huge presence, she could feel immediately. "Miss me?" she heard his raspy, beer drenched voice ask. Still gasping, she fumbled around trying to make her breathing slow down.

"Dr. Peabody!" Sara cried, "Help me!"

"Now Sara dear. Dr. Peabody is a hopeless drunk," said the nurse from the doorway. Sara gasped as she felt Robert, the intern, wrap the straight jacket around her.

"NO! Don't you see I'm having an asthma attack. Give me something!"

Dr. Peabody stumbled into the room. "Hel--lll--ooo sweet cheeks! Did you think I'd forget about your breast and pelvic exams?" He fell over and hit his head against something that made a loud clang. "What the hell is this puddle doing in the middle--did you pee, Robert?"

"No, doctor, she did. She wet herself and the door guard and is now unconscious. I just gave her the demerol."

"Cretin! She's allergic to that stuff," he said whilst slapping the intern. "Are you trying to kill her?"

"Actually, yes, doctor," Robert whispered. "Sara was my lover."

"But, why would you even consider demerol? You know I'm running low, and there are absolutely no ways to get more since my license was recently revoked."

Denise, the nurse-who was mean and jealous, because she was secretly in love with Dr. Raymond Peabody, as was Sara-

rhymegirl
05-03-2005, 06:56 PM
"I can't breathe!" The blind girl gasped as she fumbled for her inhaler. Those dreams of mangled flesh always resulted in an asthma attack. Too many times she was alone dealing with this, so she thought.

He emerged from behind the curtains with a huge presence, she could feel immediately. "Miss me?" she heard his raspy, beer drenched voice ask. Still gasping, she fumbled around trying to make her breathing slow down.

"Dr. Peabody!" Sara cried, "Help me!"

"Now Sara dear. Dr. Peabody is a hopeless drunk," said the nurse from the doorway. Sara gasped as she felt Robert, the intern, wrap the straight jacket around her.

"NO! Don't you see I'm having an asthma attack. Give me something!"

Dr. Peabody stumbled into the room. "Hel--lll--ooo sweet cheeks! Did you think I'd forget about your breast and pelvic exams?" He fell over and hit his head against something that made a loud clang. "What the hell is this puddle doing in the middle--did you pee, Robert?"

"No, doctor, she did. She wet herself and the door guard and is now unconscious. I just gave her the demerol."

"Cretin! She's allergic to that stuff," he said whilst slapping the intern. "Are you trying to kill her?"

"Actually, yes, doctor," Robert whispered. "Sara was my lover."

"But, why would you even consider demerol? You know I'm running low, and there are absolutely no ways to get more since my license was recently revoked."

Denise, the nurse-who was mean and jealous, because she was secretly in love with Dr. Raymond Peabody, as was Sara-started freaking out.

Sarita
05-03-2005, 07:02 PM
"I can't breathe!" The blind girl gasped as she fumbled for her inhaler. Those dreams of mangled flesh always resulted in an asthma attack. Too many times she was alone dealing with this, so she thought.

He emerged from behind the curtains with a huge presence, she could feel immediately. "Miss me?" she heard his raspy, beer drenched voice ask. Still gasping, she fumbled around trying to make her breathing slow down.

"Dr. Peabody!" Sara cried, "Help me!"

"Now Sara dear. Dr. Peabody is a hopeless drunk," said the nurse from the doorway. Sara gasped as she felt Robert, the intern, wrap the straight jacket around her.

"NO! Don't you see I'm having an asthma attack. Give me something!"

Dr. Peabody stumbled into the room. "Hel--lll--ooo sweet cheeks! Did you think I'd forget about your breast and pelvic exams?" He fell over and hit his head against something that made a loud clang. "What the hell is this puddle doing in the middle--did you pee, Robert?"

"No, doctor, she did. She wet herself and the door guard and is now unconscious. I just gave her the demerol."

"Cretin! She's allergic to that stuff," he said whilst slapping the intern. "Are you trying to kill her?"

"Actually, yes, doctor," Robert whispered. "Sara was my lover."

"But, why would you even consider demerol? You know I'm running low, and there are absolutely no ways to get more since my license was recently revoked."

Denise, the nurse-who was mean and jealous, because she was secretly in love with Dr. Raymond Peabody, as was Sara-started freaking out. "I need that

rhymegirl
05-03-2005, 07:07 PM
"I can't breathe!" The blind girl gasped as she fumbled for her inhaler. Those dreams of mangled flesh always resulted in an asthma attack. Too many times she was alone dealing with this, so she thought.

He emerged from behind the curtains with a huge presence, she could feel immediately. "Miss me?" she heard his raspy, beer drenched voice ask. Still gasping, she fumbled around trying to make her breathing slow down.

"Dr. Peabody!" Sara cried, "Help me!"

"Now Sara dear. Dr. Peabody is a hopeless drunk," said the nurse from the doorway. Sara gasped as she felt Robert, the intern, wrap the straight jacket around her.

"NO! Don't you see I'm having an asthma attack. Give me something!"

Dr. Peabody stumbled into the room. "Hel--lll--ooo sweet cheeks! Did you think I'd forget about your breast and pelvic exams?" He fell over and hit his head against something that made a loud clang. "What the hell is this puddle doing in the middle--did you pee, Robert?"

"No, doctor, she did. She wet herself and the door guard and is now unconscious. I just gave her the demerol."

"Cretin! She's allergic to that stuff," he said whilst slapping the intern. "Are you trying to kill her?"

"Actually, yes, doctor," Robert whispered. "Sara was my lover."

"But, why would you even consider demerol? You know I'm running low, and there are absolutely no ways to get more since my license was recently revoked."

Denise, the nurse-who was mean and jealous, because she was secretly in love with Dr. Raymond Peabody, as was Sara-started freaking out. "I need that woman dead. Let's

Sarita
05-03-2005, 07:13 PM
"I can't breathe!" The blind girl gasped as she fumbled for her inhaler. Those dreams of mangled flesh always resulted in an asthma attack. Too many times she was alone dealing with this, so she thought.

He emerged from behind the curtains with a huge presence, she could feel immediately. "Miss me?" she heard his raspy, beer drenched voice ask. Still gasping, she fumbled around trying to make her breathing slow down.

"Dr. Peabody!" Sara cried, "Help me!"

"Now Sara dear. Dr. Peabody is a hopeless drunk," said the nurse from the doorway. Sara gasped as she felt Robert, the intern, wrap the straight jacket around her.

"NO! Don't you see I'm having an asthma attack. Give me something!"

Dr. Peabody stumbled into the room. "Hel--lll--ooo sweet cheeks! Did you think I'd forget about your breast and pelvic exams?" He fell over and hit his head against something that made a loud clang. "What the hell is this puddle doing in the middle--did you pee, Robert?"

"No, doctor, she did. She wet herself and the door guard and is now unconscious. I just gave her the demerol."

"Cretin! She's allergic to that stuff," he said whilst slapping the intern. "Are you trying to kill her?"

"Actually, yes, doctor," Robert whispered. "Sara was my lover."

"But, why would you even consider demerol? You know I'm running low, and there are absolutely no ways to get more since my license was recently revoked."

Denise, the nurse-who was mean and jealous, because she was secretly in love with Dr. Raymond Peabody, as was Sara-started freaking out. "I need that woman dead. Let's try something different

wurdwise
05-03-2005, 07:15 PM
"I can't breathe!" The blind girl gasped as she fumbled for her inhaler. Those dreams of mangled flesh always resulted in an asthma attack. Too many times she was alone dealing with this, so she thought.

He emerged from behind the curtains with a huge presence, she could feel immediately. "Miss me?" she heard his raspy, beer drenched voice ask. Still gasping, she fumbled around trying to make her breathing slow down.

"Dr. Peabody!" Sara cried, "Help me!"

"Now Sara dear. Dr. Peabody is a hopeless drunk," said the nurse from the doorway. Sara gasped as she felt Robert, the intern, wrap the straight jacket around her.

"NO! Don't you see I'm having an asthma attack. Give me something!"

Dr. Peabody stumbled into the room. "Hel--lll--ooo sweet cheeks! Did you think I'd forget about your breast and pelvic exams?" He fell over and hit his head against something that made a loud clang. "What the hell is this puddle doing in the middle--did you pee, Robert?"

"No, doctor, she did. She wet herself and the door guard and is now unconscious. I just gave her the demerol."

"Cretin! She's allergic to that stuff," he said whilst slapping the intern. "Are you trying to kill her?"

"Actually, yes, doctor," Robert whispered. "Sara was my lover."

"But, why would you even consider demerol? You know I'm running low, and there are absolutely no ways to get more since my license was recently revoked."

Denise, the nurse-who was mean and jealous, because she was secretly in love with Dr. Raymond Peabody, as was Sara-started freaking out. "I need that woman dead. Let's try something different."

Sara began screaming

rhymegirl
05-03-2005, 07:18 PM
"I can't breathe!" The blind girl gasped as she fumbled for her inhaler. Those dreams of mangled flesh always resulted in an asthma attack. Too many times she was alone dealing with this, so she thought.

He emerged from behind the curtains with a huge presence, she could feel immediately. "Miss me?" she heard his raspy, beer drenched voice ask. Still gasping, she fumbled around trying to make her breathing slow down.

"Dr. Peabody!" Sara cried, "Help me!"

"Now Sara dear. Dr. Peabody is a hopeless drunk," said the nurse from the doorway. Sara gasped as she felt Robert, the intern, wrap the straight jacket around her.

"NO! Don't you see I'm having an asthma attack. Give me something!"

Dr. Peabody stumbled into the room. "Hel--lll--ooo sweet cheeks! Did you think I'd forget about your breast and pelvic exams?" He fell over and hit his head against something that made a loud clang. "What the hell is this puddle doing in the middle--did you pee, Robert?"

"No, doctor, she did. She wet herself and the door guard and is now unconscious. I just gave her the demerol."

"Cretin! She's allergic to that stuff," he said whilst slapping the intern. "Are you trying to kill her?"

"Actually, yes, doctor," Robert whispered. "Sara was my lover."

"But, why would you even consider demerol? You know I'm running low, and there are absolutely no ways to get more since my license was recently revoked."

Denise, the nurse-who was mean and jealous, because she was secretly in love with Dr. Raymond Peabody, as was Sara-started freaking out. "I need that woman dead. Let's try something different."

Sara began screaming. The phone rang.

Sarita
05-03-2005, 08:13 PM
"I can't breathe!" The blind girl gasped as she fumbled for her inhaler. Those dreams of mangled flesh always resulted in an asthma attack. Too many times she was alone dealing with this, so she thought.

He emerged from behind the curtains with a huge presence, she could feel immediately. "Miss me?" she heard his raspy, beer drenched voice ask. Still gasping, she fumbled around trying to make her breathing slow down.

"Dr. Peabody!" Sara cried, "Help me!"

"Now Sara dear. Dr. Peabody is a hopeless drunk," said the nurse from the doorway. Sara gasped as she felt Robert, the intern, wrap the straight jacket around her.

"NO! Don't you see I'm having an asthma attack. Give me something!"

Dr. Peabody stumbled into the room. "Hel--lll--ooo sweet cheeks! Did you think I'd forget about your breast and pelvic exams?" He fell over and hit his head against something that made a loud clang. "What the hell is this puddle doing in the middle--did you pee, Robert?"

"No, doctor, she did. She wet herself and the door guard and is now unconscious. I just gave her the demerol."

"Cretin! She's allergic to that stuff," he said whilst slapping the intern. "Are you trying to kill her?"

"Actually, yes, doctor," Robert whispered. "Sara was my lover."

"But, why would you even consider demerol? You know I'm running low, and there are absolutely no ways to get more since my license was recently revoked."

Denise, the nurse-who was mean and jealous, because she was secretly in love with Dr. Raymond Peabody, as was Sara-started freaking out. "I need that woman dead. Let's try something different."

Sara began screaming. The phone rang. "Under control, everyone!

rhymegirl
05-03-2005, 08:32 PM
"I can't breathe!" The blind girl gasped as she fumbled for her inhaler. Those dreams of mangled flesh always resulted in an asthma attack. Too many times she was alone dealing with this, so she thought.

He emerged from behind the curtains with a huge presence, she could feel immediately. "Miss me?" she heard his raspy, beer drenched voice ask. Still gasping, she fumbled around trying to make her breathing slow down.

"Dr. Peabody!" Sara cried, "Help me!"

"Now Sara dear. Dr. Peabody is a hopeless drunk," said the nurse from the doorway. Sara gasped as she felt Robert, the intern, wrap the straight jacket around her.

"NO! Don't you see I'm having an asthma attack. Give me something!"

Dr. Peabody stumbled into the room. "Hel--lll--ooo sweet cheeks! Did you think I'd forget about your breast and pelvic exams?" He fell over and hit his head against something that made a loud clang. "What the hell is this puddle doing in the middle--did you pee, Robert?"

"No, doctor, she did. She wet herself and the door guard and is now unconscious. I just gave her the demerol."

"Cretin! She's allergic to that stuff," he said whilst slapping the intern. "Are you trying to kill her?"

"Actually, yes, doctor," Robert whispered. "Sara was my lover."

"But, why would you even consider demerol? You know I'm running low, and there are absolutely no ways to get more since my license was recently revoked."

Denise, the nurse-who was mean and jealous, because she was secretly in love with Dr. Raymond Peabody, as was Sara-started freaking out. "I need that woman dead. Let's try something different."

Sara began screaming.

The phone rang. "Under control, everyone! Your wife, Katarina,"

Sarita
05-03-2005, 11:01 PM
"I can't breathe!" The blind girl gasped as she fumbled for her inhaler. Those dreams of mangled flesh always resulted in an asthma attack. Too many times she was alone dealing with this, so she thought.

He emerged from behind the curtains with a huge presence, she could feel immediately. "Miss me?" she heard his raspy, beer drenched voice ask. Still gasping, she fumbled around trying to make her breathing slow down.

"Dr. Peabody!" Sara cried, "Help me!"

"Now Sara dear. Dr. Peabody is a hopeless drunk," said the nurse from the doorway. Sara gasped as she felt Robert, the intern, wrap the straight jacket around her.

"NO! Don't you see I'm having an asthma attack. Give me something!"

Dr. Peabody stumbled into the room. "Hel--lll--ooo sweet cheeks! Did you think I'd forget about your breast and pelvic exams?" He fell over and hit his head against something that made a loud clang. "What the hell is this puddle doing in the middle--did you pee, Robert?"

"No, doctor, she did. She wet herself and the door guard and is now unconscious. I just gave her the demerol."

"Cretin! She's allergic to that stuff," he said whilst slapping the intern. "Are you trying to kill her?"

"Actually, yes, doctor," Robert whispered. "Sara was my lover."

"But, why would you even consider demerol? You know I'm running low, and there are absolutely no ways to get more since my license was recently revoked."

Denise, the nurse-who was mean and jealous, because she was secretly in love with Dr. Raymond Peabody, as was Sara-started freaking out. "I need that woman dead. Let's try something different."

Sara began screaming.

The phone rang. "Under control, everyone! Your wife, Katarina," said the secretary.

[RWTD]-Barbie-[GKR]
05-03-2005, 11:13 PM
"I can't breathe!" The blind girl gasped as she fumbled for her inhaler. Those dreams of mangled flesh always resulted in an asthma attack. Too many times she was alone dealing with this, so she thought.

He emerged from behind the curtains with a huge presence, she could feel immediately. "Miss me?" she heard his raspy, beer drenched voice ask. Still gasping, she fumbled around trying to make her breathing slow down.

"Dr. Peabody!" Sara cried, "Help me!"

"Now Sara dear. Dr. Peabody is a hopeless drunk," said the nurse from the doorway. Sara gasped as she felt Robert, the intern, wrap the straight jacket around her.

"NO! Don't you see I'm having an asthma attack. Give me something!"

Dr. Peabody stumbled into the room. "Hel--lll--ooo sweet cheeks! Did you think I'd forget about your breast and pelvic exams?" He fell over and hit his head against something that made a loud clang. "What the hell is this puddle doing in the middle--did you pee, Robert?"

"No, doctor, she did. She wet herself and the door guard and is now unconscious. I just gave her the demerol."

"Cretin! She's allergic to that stuff," he said whilst slapping the intern. "Are you trying to kill her?"

"Actually, yes, doctor," Robert whispered. "Sara was my lover."

"But, why would you even consider demerol? You know I'm running low, and there are absolutely no ways to get more since my license was recently revoked."

Denise, the nurse-who was mean and jealous, because she was secretly in love with Dr. Raymond Peabody, as was Sara-started freaking out. "I need that woman dead. Let's try something different."

Sara began screaming.

The phone rang. "Under control, everyone! Your wife, Katarina," said the secretary. "She is on

rhymegirl
05-03-2005, 11:21 PM
"I can't breathe!" The blind girl gasped as she fumbled for her inhaler. Those dreams of mangled flesh always resulted in an asthma attack. Too many times she was alone dealing with this, so she thought.

He emerged from behind the curtains with a huge presence, she could feel immediately. "Miss me?" she heard his raspy, beer drenched voice ask. Still gasping, she fumbled around trying to make her breathing slow down.

"Dr. Peabody!" Sara cried, "Help me!"

"Now Sara dear. Dr. Peabody is a hopeless drunk," said the nurse from the doorway. Sara gasped as she felt Robert, the intern, wrap the straight jacket around her.

"NO! Don't you see I'm having an asthma attack. Give me something!"

Dr. Peabody stumbled into the room. "Hel--lll--ooo sweet cheeks! Did you think I'd forget about your breast and pelvic exams?" He fell over and hit his head against something that made a loud clang. "What the hell is this puddle doing in the middle--did you pee, Robert?"

"No, doctor, she did. She wet herself and the door guard and is now unconscious. I just gave her the demerol."

"Cretin! She's allergic to that stuff," he said whilst slapping the intern. "Are you trying to kill her?"

"Actually, yes, doctor," Robert whispered. "Sara was my lover."

"But, why would you even consider demerol? You know I'm running low, and there are absolutely no ways to get more since my license was recently revoked."

Denise, the nurse-who was mean and jealous, because she was secretly in love with Dr. Raymond Peabody, as was Sara-started freaking out. "I need that woman dead. Let's try something different."

Sara began screaming.

The phone rang. "Under control, everyone! Your wife, Katarina," said the secretary. "She is on line 1, Dr.

Sarita
05-03-2005, 11:22 PM
"I can't breathe!" The blind girl gasped as she fumbled for her inhaler. Those dreams of mangled flesh always resulted in an asthma attack. Too many times she was alone dealing with this, so she thought.

He emerged from behind the curtains with a huge presence, she could feel immediately. "Miss me?" she heard his raspy, beer drenched voice ask. Still gasping, she fumbled around trying to make her breathing slow down.

"Dr. Peabody!" Sara cried, "Help me!"

"Now Sara dear. Dr. Peabody is a hopeless drunk," said the nurse from the doorway. Sara gasped as she felt Robert, the intern, wrap the straight jacket around her.

"NO! Don't you see I'm having an asthma attack. Give me something!"

Dr. Peabody stumbled into the room. "Hel--lll--ooo sweet cheeks! Did you think I'd forget about your breast and pelvic exams?" He fell over and hit his head against something that made a loud clang. "What the hell is this puddle doing in the middle--did you pee, Robert?"

"No, doctor, she did. She wet herself and the door guard and is now unconscious. I just gave her the demerol."

"Cretin! She's allergic to that stuff," he said whilst slapping the intern. "Are you trying to kill her?"

"Actually, yes, doctor," Robert whispered. "Sara was my lover."

"But, why would you even consider demerol? You know I'm running low, and there are absolutely no ways to get more since my license was recently revoked."

Denise, the nurse-who was mean and jealous, because she was secretly in love with Dr. Raymond Peabody, as was Sara-started freaking out. "I need that woman dead. Let's try something different."

Sara began screaming.

The phone rang. "Under control, everyone! Your wife, Katarina," said the secretary. "She is on line 1, Dr. Peabody. She sounds

wurdwise
05-03-2005, 11:24 PM
"I can't breathe!" The blind girl gasped as she fumbled for her inhaler. Those dreams of mangled flesh always resulted in an asthma attack. Too many times she was alone dealing with this, so she thought.

He emerged from behind the curtains with a huge presence, she could feel immediately. "Miss me?" she heard his raspy, beer drenched voice ask. Still gasping, she fumbled around trying to make her breathing slow down.

"Dr. Peabody!" Sara cried, "Help me!"

"Now Sara dear. Dr. Peabody is a hopeless drunk," said the nurse from the doorway. Sara gasped as she felt Robert, the intern, wrap the straight jacket around her.

"NO! Don't you see I'm having an asthma attack. Give me something!"

Dr. Peabody stumbled into the room. "Hel--lll--ooo sweet cheeks! Did you think I'd forget about your breast and pelvic exams?" He fell over and hit his head against something that made a loud clang. "What the hell is this puddle doing in the middle--did you pee, Robert?"

"No, doctor, she did. She wet herself and the door guard and is now unconscious. I just gave her the demerol."

"Cretin! She's allergic to that stuff," he said whilst slapping the intern. "Are you trying to kill her?"

"Actually, yes, doctor," Robert whispered. "Sara was my lover."

"But, why would you even consider demerol? You know I'm running low, and there are absolutely no ways to get more since my license was recently revoked."

Denise, the nurse-who was mean and jealous, because she was secretly in love with Dr. Raymond Peabody, as was Sara-started freaking out. "I need that woman dead. Let's try something different."

Sara began screaming.

The phone rang. "Under control, everyone! Your wife, Katarina," said the secretary. "She is on line 1, Dr. Peabody. She sounds pretty sexy, if

rhymegirl
05-03-2005, 11:24 PM
"I can't breathe!" The blind girl gasped as she fumbled for her inhaler. Those dreams of mangled flesh always resulted in an asthma attack. Too many times she was alone dealing with this, so she thought.

He emerged from behind the curtains with a huge presence, she could feel immediately. "Miss me?" she heard his raspy, beer drenched voice ask. Still gasping, she fumbled around trying to make her breathing slow down.

"Dr. Peabody!" Sara cried, "Help me!"

"Now Sara dear. Dr. Peabody is a hopeless drunk," said the nurse from the doorway. Sara gasped as she felt Robert, the intern, wrap the straight jacket around her.

"NO! Don't you see I'm having an asthma attack. Give me something!"

Dr. Peabody stumbled into the room. "Hel--lll--ooo sweet cheeks! Did you think I'd forget about your breast and pelvic exams?" He fell over and hit his head against something that made a loud clang. "What the hell is this puddle doing in the middle--did you pee, Robert?"

"No, doctor, she did. She wet herself and the door guard and is now unconscious. I just gave her the demerol."

"Cretin! She's allergic to that stuff," he said whilst slapping the intern. "Are you trying to kill her?"

"Actually, yes, doctor," Robert whispered. "Sara was my lover."

"But, why would you even consider demerol? You know I'm running low, and there are absolutely no ways to get more since my license was recently revoked."

Denise, the nurse-who was mean and jealous, because she was secretly in love with Dr. Raymond Peabody, as was Sara-started freaking out. "I need that woman dead. Let's try something different."

Sara began screaming.

The phone rang. "Under control, everyone! Your wife, Katarina," said the secretary. "She is on line 1, Dr. Peabody. She sounds hysterical!"

Peabody grabbed

Sarita
05-03-2005, 11:25 PM
Hmmm, I'll let you guys duke it out, but I like the hysterical option! :)

wurdwise
05-03-2005, 11:25 PM
LOL!

Sarita
05-04-2005, 01:05 AM
"I can't breathe!" The blind girl gasped as she fumbled for her inhaler. Those dreams of mangled flesh always resulted in an asthma attack. Too many times she was alone dealing with this, so she thought.

He emerged from behind the curtains with a huge presence, she could feel immediately. "Miss me?" she heard his raspy, beer drenched voice ask. Still gasping, she fumbled around trying to make her breathing slow down.

"Dr. Peabody!" Sara cried, "Help me!"

"Now Sara dear. Dr. Peabody is a hopeless drunk," said the nurse from the doorway. Sara gasped as she felt Robert, the intern, wrap the straight jacket around her.

"NO! Don't you see I'm having an asthma attack. Give me something!"

Dr. Peabody stumbled into the room. "Hel--lll--ooo sweet cheeks! Did you think I'd forget about your breast and pelvic exams?" He fell over and hit his head against something that made a loud clang. "What the hell is this puddle doing in the middle--did you pee, Robert?"

"No, doctor, she did. She wet herself and the door guard and is now unconscious. I just gave her the demerol."

"Cretin! She's allergic to that stuff," he said whilst slapping the intern. "Are you trying to kill her?"

"Actually, yes, doctor," Robert whispered. "Sara was my lover."

"But, why would you even consider demerol? You know I'm running low, and there are absolutely no ways to get more since my license was recently revoked."

Denise, the nurse-who was mean and jealous, because she was secretly in love with Dr. Raymond Peabody, as was Sara-started freaking out. "I need that woman dead. Let's try something different."

Sara began screaming.

The phone rang. "Under control, everyone! Your wife, Katarina," said the secretary. "She is on line 1, Dr. Peabody. She sounds hysterical!"

Peabody grabbed the phone and

wurdwise
05-04-2005, 01:14 AM
"I can't breathe!" The blind girl gasped as she fumbled for her inhaler. Those dreams of mangled flesh always resulted in an asthma attack. Too many times she was alone dealing with this, so she thought.

He emerged from behind the curtains with a huge presence, she could feel immediately. "Miss me?" she heard his raspy, beer drenched voice ask. Still gasping, she fumbled around trying to make her breathing slow down.

"Dr. Peabody!" Sara cried, "Help me!"

"Now Sara dear. Dr. Peabody is a hopeless drunk," said the nurse from the doorway. Sara gasped as she felt Robert, the intern, wrap the straight jacket around her.

"NO! Don't you see I'm having an asthma attack. Give me something!"

Dr. Peabody stumbled into the room. "Hel--lll--ooo sweet cheeks! Did you think I'd forget about your breast and pelvic exams?" He fell over and hit his head against something that made a loud clang. "What the hell is this puddle doing in the middle--did you pee, Robert?"

"No, doctor, she did. She wet herself and the door guard and is now unconscious. I just gave her the demerol."

"Cretin! She's allergic to that stuff," he said whilst slapping the intern. "Are you trying to kill her?"

"Actually, yes, doctor," Robert whispered. "Sara was my lover."

"But, why would you even consider demerol? You know I'm running low, and there are absolutely no ways to get more since my license was recently revoked."

Denise, the nurse-who was mean and jealous, because she was secretly in love with Dr. Raymond Peabody, as was Sara-started freaking out. "I need that woman dead. Let's try something different."

Sara began screaming.

The phone rang. "Under control, everyone! Your wife, Katarina," said the secretary. "She is on line 1, Dr. Peabody. She sounds hysterical!"

Peabody grabbed the phone and said, "Hello darlin..nice

rhymegirl
05-04-2005, 02:05 AM
"I can't breathe!" The blind girl gasped as she fumbled for her inhaler. Those dreams of mangled flesh always resulted in an asthma attack. Too many times she was alone dealing with this, so she thought.

He emerged from behind the curtains with a huge presence, she could feel immediately. "Miss me?" she heard his raspy, beer drenched voice ask. Still gasping, she fumbled around trying to make her breathing slow down.

"Dr. Peabody!" Sara cried, "Help me!"

"Now Sara dear. Dr. Peabody is a hopeless drunk," said the nurse from the doorway. Sara gasped as she felt Robert, the intern, wrap the straight jacket around her.

"NO! Don't you see I'm having an asthma attack. Give me something!"

Dr. Peabody stumbled into the room. "Hel--lll--ooo sweet cheeks! Did you think I'd forget about your breast and pelvic exams?" He fell over and hit his head against something that made a loud clang. "What the hell is this puddle doing in the middle--did you pee, Robert?"

"No, doctor, she did. She wet herself and the door guard and is now unconscious. I just gave her the demerol."

"Cretin! She's allergic to that stuff," he said whilst slapping the intern. "Are you trying to kill her?"

"Actually, yes, doctor," Robert whispered. "Sara was my lover."

"But, why would you even consider demerol? You know I'm running low, and there are absolutely no ways to get more since my license was recently revoked."

Denise, the nurse-who was mean and jealous, because she was secretly in love with Dr. Raymond Peabody, as was Sara-started freaking out. "I need that woman dead. Let's try something different."

Sara began screaming.

The phone rang. "Under control, everyone! Your wife, Katarina," said the secretary. "She is on line 1, Dr. Peabody. She sounds hysterical!"

Peabody grabbed the phone and said, "Hello darlin..nice of you to

Rob-rite
05-04-2005, 02:34 AM
"I can't breathe!" The blind girl gasped as she fumbled for her inhaler. Those dreams of mangled flesh always resulted in an asthma attack. Too many times she was alone dealing with this, so she thought.

He emerged from behind the curtains with a huge presence, she could feel immediately. "Miss me?" she heard his raspy, beer drenched voice ask. Still gasping, she fumbled around trying to make her breathing slow down.

"Dr. Peabody!" Sara cried, "Help me!"

"Now Sara dear. Dr. Peabody is a hopeless drunk," said the nurse from the doorway. Sara gasped as she felt Robert, the intern, wrap the straight jacket around her.

"NO! Don't you see I'm having an asthma attack. Give me something!"

Dr. Peabody stumbled into the room. "Hel--lll--ooo sweet cheeks! Did you think I'd forget about your breast and pelvic exams?" He fell over and hit his head against something that made a loud clang. "What the hell is this puddle doing in the middle--did you pee, Robert?"

"No, doctor, she did. She wet herself and the door guard and is now unconscious. I just gave her the demerol."

"Cretin! She's allergic to that stuff," he said whilst slapping the intern. "Are you trying to kill her?"

"Actually, yes, doctor," Robert whispered. "Sara was my lover."

"But, why would you even consider demerol? You know I'm running low, and there are absolutely no ways to get more since my license was recently revoked."

Denise, the nurse-who was mean and jealous, because she was secretly in love with Dr. Raymond Peabody, as was Sara-started freaking out. "I need that woman dead. Let's try something different."

Sara began screaming.

The phone rang. "Under control, everyone! Your wife, Katarina," said the secretary. "She is on line 1, Dr. Peabody. She sounds hysterical!"

Peabody grabbed the phone and said, "Hello darlin..nice of you to.....honey, calm down

wurdwise
05-04-2005, 02:37 AM
"I can't breathe!" The blind girl gasped as she fumbled for her inhaler. Those dreams of mangled flesh always resulted in an asthma attack. Too many times she was alone dealing with this, so she thought.

He emerged from behind the curtains with a huge presence, she could feel immediately. "Miss me?" she heard his raspy, beer drenched voice ask. Still gasping, she fumbled around trying to make her breathing slow down.

"Dr. Peabody!" Sara cried, "Help me!"

"Now Sara dear. Dr. Peabody is a hopeless drunk," said the nurse from the doorway. Sara gasped as she felt Robert, the intern, wrap the straight jacket around her.

"NO! Don't you see I'm having an asthma attack. Give me something!"

Dr. Peabody stumbled into the room. "Hel--lll--ooo sweet cheeks! Did you think I'd forget about your breast and pelvic exams?" He fell over and hit his head against something that made a loud clang. "What the hell is this puddle doing in the middle--did you pee, Robert?"

"No, doctor, she did. She wet herself and the door guard and is now unconscious. I just gave her the demerol."

"Cretin! She's allergic to that stuff," he said whilst slapping the intern. "Are you trying to kill her?"

"Actually, yes, doctor," Robert whispered. "Sara was my lover."

"But, why would you even consider demerol? You know I'm running low, and there are absolutely no ways to get more since my license was recently revoked."

Denise, the nurse-who was mean and jealous, because she was secretly in love with Dr. Raymond Peabody, as was Sara-started freaking out. "I need that woman dead. Let's try something different."

Sara began screaming.

The phone rang. "Under control, everyone! Your wife, Katarina," said the secretary. "She is on line 1, Dr. Peabody. She sounds hysterical!"

Peabody grabbed the phone and said, "Hello darlin..nice of you to.....honey, calm down, that's just Sara,

BlakeOvard
05-04-2005, 02:39 AM
"I can't breathe!" The blind girl gasped as she fumbled for her inhaler. Those dreams of mangled flesh always resulted in an asthma attack. Too many times she was alone dealing with this, so she thought.

He emerged from behind the curtains with a huge presence, she could feel immediately. "Miss me?" she heard his raspy, beer drenched voice ask. Still gasping, she fumbled around trying to make her breathing slow down.

"Dr. Peabody!" Sara cried, "Help me!"

"Now Sara dear. Dr. Peabody is a hopeless drunk," said the nurse from the doorway. Sara gasped as she felt Robert, the intern, wrap the straight jacket around her.

"NO! Don't you see I'm having an asthma attack. Give me something!"

Dr. Peabody stumbled into the room. "Hel--lll--ooo sweet cheeks! Did you think I'd forget about your breast and pelvic exams?" He fell over and hit his head against something that made a loud clang. "What the hell is this puddle doing in the middle--did you pee, Robert?"

"No, doctor, she did. She wet herself and the door guard and is now unconscious. I just gave her the demerol."

"Cretin! She's allergic to that stuff," he said whilst slapping the intern. "Are you trying to kill her?"

"Actually, yes, doctor," Robert whispered. "Sara was my lover."

"But, why would you even consider demerol? You know I'm running low, and there are absolutely no ways to get more since my license was recently revoked."

Denise, the nurse-who was mean and jealous, because she was secretly in love with Dr. Raymond Peabody, as was Sara-started freaking out. "I need that woman dead. Let's try something different."

Sara began screaming.

The phone rang. "Under control, everyone! Your wife, Katarina," said the secretary. "She is on line 1, Dr. Peabody. She sounds hysterical!"

Peabody grabbed the phone and said, "Hello darlin..nice of you to.....honey, calm down, that's just Sara, the nut case

rhymegirl
05-04-2005, 03:08 AM
"I can't breathe!" The blind girl gasped as she fumbled for her inhaler. Those dreams of mangled flesh always resulted in an asthma attack. Too many times she was alone dealing with this, so she thought.

He emerged from behind the curtains with a huge presence, she could feel immediately. "Miss me?" she heard his raspy, beer drenched voice ask. Still gasping, she fumbled around trying to make her breathing slow down.

"Dr. Peabody!" Sara cried, "Help me!"

"Now Sara dear. Dr. Peabody is a hopeless drunk," said the nurse from the doorway. Sara gasped as she felt Robert, the intern, wrap the straight jacket around her.

"NO! Don't you see I'm having an asthma attack. Give me something!"

Dr. Peabody stumbled into the room. "Hel--lll--ooo sweet cheeks! Did you think I'd forget about your breast and pelvic exams?" He fell over and hit his head against something that made a loud clang. "What the hell is this puddle doing in the middle--did you pee, Robert?"

"No, doctor, she did. She wet herself and the door guard and is now unconscious. I just gave her the demerol."

"Cretin! She's allergic to that stuff," he said whilst slapping the intern. "Are you trying to kill her?"

"Actually, yes, doctor," Robert whispered. "Sara was my lover."

"But, why would you even consider demerol? You know I'm running low, and there are absolutely no ways to get more since my license was recently revoked."

Denise, the nurse-who was mean and jealous, because she was secretly in love with Dr. Raymond Peabody, as was Sara-started freaking out. "I need that woman dead. Let's try something different."

Sara began screaming.

The phone rang. "Under control, everyone! Your wife, Katarina," said the secretary. "She is on line 1, Dr. Peabody. She sounds hysterical!"

Peabody grabbed the phone and said, "Hello darlin..nice of you to.....honey, calm down, that's just Sara, the nut case screaming. Everything's fine.

Sarita
05-04-2005, 06:35 AM
"I can't breathe!" The blind girl gasped as she fumbled for her inhaler. Those dreams of mangled flesh always resulted in an asthma attack. Too many times she was alone dealing with this, so she thought.

He emerged from behind the curtains with a huge presence, she could feel immediately. "Miss me?" she heard his raspy, beer drenched voice ask. Still gasping, she fumbled around trying to make her breathing slow down.

"Dr. Peabody!" Sara cried, "Help me!"

"Now Sara dear. Dr. Peabody is a hopeless drunk," said the nurse from the doorway. Sara gasped as she felt Robert, the intern, wrap the straight jacket around her.

"NO! Don't you see I'm having an asthma attack. Give me something!"

Dr. Peabody stumbled into the room. "Hel--lll--ooo sweet cheeks! Did you think I'd forget about your breast and pelvic exams?" He fell over and hit his head against something that made a loud clang. "What the hell is this puddle doing in the middle--did you pee, Robert?"

"No, doctor, she did. She wet herself and the door guard and is now unconscious. I just gave her the demerol."

"Cretin! She's allergic to that stuff," he said whilst slapping the intern. "Are you trying to kill her?"

"Actually, yes, doctor," Robert whispered. "Sara was my lover."

"But, why would you even consider demerol? You know I'm running low, and there are absolutely no ways to get more since my license was recently revoked."

Denise, the nurse-who was mean and jealous, because she was secretly in love with Dr. Raymond Peabody, as was Sara-started freaking out. "I need that woman dead. Let's try something different."

Sara began screaming.

The phone rang. "Under control, everyone! Your wife, Katarina," said the secretary. "She is on line 1, Dr. Peabody. She sounds hysterical!"

Peabody grabbed the phone and said, "Hello darlin..nice of you to.....honey, calm down, that's just Sara, the nut case screaming. Everything's fine....Should be home

(I am SO changing my title to Sara, the nut case)

rhymegirl
05-04-2005, 06:45 AM
"I can't breathe!" The blind girl gasped as she fumbled for her inhaler. Those dreams of mangled flesh always resulted in an asthma attack. Too many times she was alone dealing with this, so she thought.

He emerged from behind the curtains with a huge presence, she could feel immediately. "Miss me?" she heard his raspy, beer drenched voice ask. Still gasping, she fumbled around trying to make her breathing slow down.

"Dr. Peabody!" Sara cried, "Help me!"

"Now Sara dear. Dr. Peabody is a hopeless drunk," said the nurse from the doorway. Sara gasped as she felt Robert, the intern, wrap the straight jacket around her.

"NO! Don't you see I'm having an asthma attack. Give me something!"

Dr. Peabody stumbled into the room. "Hel--lll--ooo sweet cheeks! Did you think I'd forget about your breast and pelvic exams?" He fell over and hit his head against something that made a loud clang. "What the hell is this puddle doing in the middle--did you pee, Robert?"

"No, doctor, she did. She wet herself and the door guard and is now unconscious. I just gave her the demerol."

"Cretin! She's allergic to that stuff," he said whilst slapping the intern. "Are you trying to kill her?"

"Actually, yes, doctor," Robert whispered. "Sara was my lover."

"But, why would you even consider demerol? You know I'm running low, and there are absolutely no ways to get more since my license was recently revoked."

Denise, the nurse-who was mean and jealous, because she was secretly in love with Dr. Raymond Peabody, as was Sara-started freaking out. "I need that woman dead. Let's try something different."

Sara began screaming.

The phone rang. "Under control, everyone! Your wife, Katarina," said the secretary. "She is on line 1, Dr. Peabody. She sounds hysterical!"

Peabody grabbed the phone and said, "Hello darlin..nice of you to.....honey, calm down, that's just Sara, the nut case screaming. Everything's fine....Should be home..."

"RAYMOND!! You bastard!

(I am SO changing my title to Sara, the nut case)[/QUOTE]

BlakeOvard
05-04-2005, 08:15 AM
"I can't breathe!" The blind girl gasped as she fumbled for her inhaler. Those dreams of mangled flesh always resulted in an asthma attack. Too many times she was alone dealing with this, so she thought.

He emerged from behind the curtains with a huge presence, she could feel immediately. "Miss me?" she heard his raspy, beer drenched voice ask. Still gasping, she fumbled around trying to make her breathing slow down.

"Dr. Peabody!" Sara cried, "Help me!"

"Now Sara dear. Dr. Peabody is a hopeless drunk," said the nurse from the doorway. Sara gasped as she felt Robert, the intern, wrap the straight jacket around her.

"NO! Don't you see I'm having an asthma attack. Give me something!"

Dr. Peabody stumbled into the room. "Hel--lll--ooo sweet cheeks! Did you think I'd forget about your breast and pelvic exams?" He fell over and hit his head against something that made a loud clang. "What the hell is this puddle doing in the middle--did you pee, Robert?"

"No, doctor, she did. She wet herself and the door guard and is now unconscious. I just gave her the demerol."

"Cretin! She's allergic to that stuff," he said whilst slapping the intern. "Are you trying to kill her?"

"Actually, yes, doctor," Robert whispered. "Sara was my lover."

"But, why would you even consider demerol? You know I'm running low, and there are absolutely no ways to get more since my license was recently revoked."

Denise, the nurse-who was mean and jealous, because she was secretly in love with Dr. Raymond Peabody, as was Sara-started freaking out. "I need that woman dead. Let's try something different."

Sara began screaming.

The phone rang. "Under control, everyone! Your wife, Katarina," said the secretary. "She is on line 1, Dr. Peabody. She sounds hysterical!"

Peabody grabbed the phone and said, "Hello darlin..nice of you to.....honey, calm down, that's just Sara, the nut case screaming. Everything's fine....Should be home..."

"RAYMOND!! You bastard! Why didn't you

wurdwise
05-04-2005, 08:31 AM
"I can't breathe!" The blind girl gasped as she fumbled for her inhaler. Those dreams of mangled flesh always resulted in an asthma attack. Too many times she was alone dealing with this, so she thought.

He emerged from behind the curtains with a huge presence, she could feel immediately. "Miss me?" she heard his raspy, beer drenched voice ask. Still gasping, she fumbled around trying to make her breathing slow down.

"Dr. Peabody!" Sara cried, "Help me!"

"Now Sara dear. Dr. Peabody is a hopeless drunk," said the nurse from the doorway. Sara gasped as she felt Robert, the intern, wrap the straight jacket around her.

"NO! Don't you see I'm having an asthma attack. Give me something!"

Dr. Peabody stumbled into the room. "Hel--lll--ooo sweet cheeks! Did you think I'd forget about your breast and pelvic exams?" He fell over and hit his head against something that made a loud clang. "What the hell is this puddle doing in the middle--did you pee, Robert?"

"No, doctor, she did. She wet herself and the door guard and is now unconscious. I just gave her the demerol."

"Cretin! She's allergic to that stuff," he said whilst slapping the intern. "Are you trying to kill her?"

"Actually, yes, doctor," Robert whispered. "Sara was my lover."

"But, why would you even consider demerol? You know I'm running low, and there are absolutely no ways to get more since my license was recently revoked."

Denise, the nurse-who was mean and jealous, because she was secretly in love with Dr. Raymond Peabody, as was Sara-started freaking out. "I need that woman dead. Let's try something different."

Sara began screaming.

The phone rang. "Under control, everyone! Your wife, Katarina," said the secretary. "She is on line 1, Dr. Peabody. She sounds hysterical!"

Peabody grabbed the phone and said, "Hello darlin..nice of you to.....honey, calm down, that's just Sara, the nut case screaming. Everything's fine....Should be home..."

"RAYMOND!! You bastard! Why didn't you feed the fish?"

rhymegirl
05-04-2005, 02:46 PM
I can't breathe!" The blind girl gasped as she fumbled for her inhaler. Those dreams of mangled flesh always resulted in an asthma attack. Too many times she was alone dealing with this, so she thought.

He emerged from behind the curtains with a huge presence, she could feel immediately. "Miss me?" she heard his raspy, beer drenched voice ask. Still gasping, she fumbled around trying to make her breathing slow down.

"Dr. Peabody!" Sara cried, "Help me!"

"Now Sara dear. Dr. Peabody is a hopeless drunk," said the nurse from the doorway. Sara gasped as she felt Robert, the intern, wrap the straight jacket around her.

"NO! Don't you see I'm having an asthma attack. Give me something!"

Dr. Peabody stumbled into the room. "Hel--lll--ooo sweet cheeks! Did you think I'd forget about your breast and pelvic exams?" He fell over and hit his head against something that made a loud clang. "What the hell is this puddle doing in the middle--did you pee, Robert?"

"No, doctor, she did. She wet herself and the door guard and is now unconscious. I just gave her the demerol."

"Cretin! She's allergic to that stuff," he said whilst slapping the intern. "Are you trying to kill her?"

"Actually, yes, doctor," Robert whispered. "Sara was my lover."

"But, why would you even consider demerol? You know I'm running low, and there are absolutely no ways to get more since my license was recently revoked."

Denise, the nurse-who was mean and jealous, because she was secretly in love with Dr. Raymond Peabody, as was Sara-started freaking out. "I need that woman dead. Let's try something different."

Sara began screaming.

The phone rang. "Under control, everyone! Your wife, Katarina," said the secretary. "She is on line 1, Dr. Peabody. She sounds hysterical!"

Peabody grabbed the phone and said, "Hello darlin..nice of you to.....honey, calm down, that's just Sara, the nut case screaming. Everything's fine....Should be home..."

"RAYMOND!! You bastard! Why didn't you feed the fish?"

Peabody blushed. "Sweetie,

Sarita
05-04-2005, 02:54 PM
I can't breathe!" The blind girl gasped as she fumbled for her inhaler. Those dreams of mangled flesh always resulted in an asthma attack. Too many times she was alone dealing with this, so she thought.

He emerged from behind the curtains with a huge presence, she could feel immediately. "Miss me?" she heard his raspy, beer drenched voice ask. Still gasping, she fumbled around trying to make her breathing slow down.

"Dr. Peabody!" Sara cried, "Help me!"

"Now Sara dear. Dr. Peabody is a hopeless drunk," said the nurse from the doorway. Sara gasped as she felt Robert, the intern, wrap the straight jacket around her.

"NO! Don't you see I'm having an asthma attack. Give me something!"

Dr. Peabody stumbled into the room. "Hel--lll--ooo sweet cheeks! Did you think I'd forget about your breast and pelvic exams?" He fell over and hit his head against something that made a loud clang. "What the hell is this puddle doing in the middle--did you pee, Robert?"

"No, doctor, she did. She wet herself and the door guard and is now unconscious. I just gave her the demerol."

"Cretin! She's allergic to that stuff," he said whilst slapping the intern. "Are you trying to kill her?"

"Actually, yes, doctor," Robert whispered. "Sara was my lover."

"But, why would you even consider demerol? You know I'm running low, and there are absolutely no ways to get more since my license was recently revoked."

Denise, the nurse-who was mean and jealous, because she was secretly in love with Dr. Raymond Peabody, as was Sara-started freaking out. "I need that woman dead. Let's try something different."

Sara began screaming.

The phone rang. "Under control, everyone! Your wife, Katarina," said the secretary. "She is on line 1, Dr. Peabody. She sounds hysterical!"

Peabody grabbed the phone and said, "Hello darlin..nice of you to.....honey, calm down, that's just Sara, the nut case screaming. Everything's fine....Should be home..."

"RAYMOND!! You bastard! Why didn't you feed the fish?"

Peabody blushed. "Sweetie, I'm a little

rhymegirl
05-04-2005, 03:18 PM
I can't breathe!" The blind girl gasped as she fumbled for her inhaler. Those dreams of mangled flesh always resulted in an asthma attack. Too many times she was alone dealing with this, so she thought.

He emerged from behind the curtains with a huge presence, she could feel immediately. "Miss me?" she heard his raspy, beer drenched voice ask. Still gasping, she fumbled around trying to make her breathing slow down.

"Dr. Peabody!" Sara cried, "Help me!"

"Now Sara dear. Dr. Peabody is a hopeless drunk," said the nurse from the doorway. Sara gasped as she felt Robert, the intern, wrap the straight jacket around her.

"NO! Don't you see I'm having an asthma attack. Give me something!"

Dr. Peabody stumbled into the room. "Hel--lll--ooo sweet cheeks! Did you think I'd forget about your breast and pelvic exams?" He fell over and hit his head against something that made a loud clang. "What the hell is this puddle doing in the middle--did you pee, Robert?"

"No, doctor, she did. She wet herself and the door guard and is now unconscious. I just gave her the demerol."

"Cretin! She's allergic to that stuff," he said whilst slapping the intern. "Are you trying to kill her?"

"Actually, yes, doctor," Robert whispered. "Sara was my lover."

"But, why would you even consider demerol? You know I'm running low, and there are absolutely no ways to get more since my license was recently revoked."

Denise, the nurse-who was mean and jealous, because she was secretly in love with Dr. Raymond Peabody, as was Sara-started freaking out. "I need that woman dead. Let's try something different."

Sara began screaming.

The phone rang. "Under control, everyone! Your wife, Katarina," said the secretary. "She is on line 1, Dr. Peabody. She sounds hysterical!"

Peabody grabbed the phone and said, "Hello darlin..nice of you to.....honey, calm down, that's just Sara, the nut case screaming. Everything's fine....Should be home..."

"RAYMOND!! You bastard! Why didn't you feed the fish?"

Peabody blushed. "Sweetie, I'm a little busy. Bye now."

bjewel77
05-04-2005, 06:49 PM
I can't breathe!" The blind girl gasped as she fumbled for her inhaler. Those dreams of mangled flesh always resulted in an asthma attack. Too many times she was alone dealing with this, so she thought.

He emerged from behind the curtains with a huge presence, she could feel immediately. "Miss me?" she heard his raspy, beer drenched voice ask. Still gasping, she fumbled around trying to make her breathing slow down.

"Dr. Peabody!" Sara cried, "Help me!"

"Now Sara dear. Dr. Peabody is a hopeless drunk," said the nurse from the doorway. Sara gasped as she felt Robert, the intern, wrap the straight jacket around her.

"NO! Don't you see I'm having an asthma attack. Give me something!"

Dr. Peabody stumbled into the room. "Hel--lll--ooo sweet cheeks! Did you think I'd forget about your breast and pelvic exams?" He fell over and hit his head against something that made a loud clang. "What the hell is this puddle doing in the middle--did you pee, Robert?"

"No, doctor, she did. She wet herself and the door guard and is now unconscious. I just gave her the demerol."

"Cretin! She's allergic to that stuff," he said whilst slapping the intern. "Are you trying to kill her?"

"Actually, yes, doctor," Robert whispered. "Sara was my lover."

"But, why would you even consider demerol? You know I'm running low, and there are absolutely no ways to get more since my license was recently revoked."

Denise, the nurse-who was mean and jealous, because she was secretly in love with Dr. Raymond Peabody, as was Sara-started freaking out. "I need that woman dead. Let's try something different."

Sara began screaming.

The phone rang. "Under control, everyone! Your wife, Katarina," said the secretary. "She is on line 1, Dr. Peabody. She sounds hysterical!"

Peabody grabbed the phone and said, "Hello darlin..nice of you to.....honey, calm down, that's just Sara, the nut case screaming. Everything's fine....Should be home..."

"RAYMOND!! You bastard! Why didn't you feed the fish?"

Peabody blushed. "Sweetie, I'm a little busy. Bye now."

Sara struggled with

Sarita
05-04-2005, 07:59 PM
I can't breathe!" The blind girl gasped as she fumbled for her inhaler. Those dreams of mangled flesh always resulted in an asthma attack. Too many times she was alone dealing with this, so she thought.

He emerged from behind the curtains with a huge presence, she could feel immediately. "Miss me?" she heard his raspy, beer drenched voice ask. Still gasping, she fumbled around trying to make her breathing slow down.

"Dr. Peabody!" Sara cried, "Help me!"

"Now Sara dear. Dr. Peabody is a hopeless drunk," said the nurse from the doorway. Sara gasped as she felt Robert, the intern, wrap the straight jacket around her.

"NO! Don't you see I'm having an asthma attack. Give me something!"

Dr. Peabody stumbled into the room. "Hel--lll--ooo sweet cheeks! Did you think I'd forget about your breast and pelvic exams?" He fell over and hit his head against something that made a loud clang. "What the hell is this puddle doing in the middle--did you pee, Robert?"

"No, doctor, she did. She wet herself and the door guard and is now unconscious. I just gave her the demerol."

"Cretin! She's allergic to that stuff," he said whilst slapping the intern. "Are you trying to kill her?"

"Actually, yes, doctor," Robert whispered. "Sara was my lover."

"But, why would you even consider demerol? You know I'm running low, and there are absolutely no ways to get more since my license was recently revoked."

Denise, the nurse-who was mean and jealous, because she was secretly in love with Dr. Raymond Peabody, as was Sara-started freaking out. "I need that woman dead. Let's try something different."

Sara began screaming.

The phone rang. "Under control, everyone! Your wife, Katarina," said the secretary. "She is on line 1, Dr. Peabody. She sounds hysterical!"

Peabody grabbed the phone and said, "Hello darlin..nice of you to.....honey, calm down, that's just Sara, the nut case screaming. Everything's fine....Should be home..."

"RAYMOND!! You bastard! Why didn't you feed the fish?"

Peabody blushed. "Sweetie, I'm a little busy. Bye now."

Sara struggled with her straight jacket

rhymegirl
05-05-2005, 02:15 AM
I can't breathe!" The blind girl gasped as she fumbled for her inhaler. Those dreams of mangled flesh always resulted in an asthma attack. Too many times she was alone dealing with this, so she thought.

He emerged from behind the curtains with a huge presence, she could feel immediately. "Miss me?" she heard his raspy, beer drenched voice ask. Still gasping, she fumbled around trying to make her breathing slow down.

"Dr. Peabody!" Sara cried, "Help me!"

"Now Sara dear. Dr. Peabody is a hopeless drunk," said the nurse from the doorway. Sara gasped as she felt Robert, the intern, wrap the straight jacket around her.

"NO! Don't you see I'm having an asthma attack. Give me something!"

Dr. Peabody stumbled into the room. "Hel--lll--ooo sweet cheeks! Did you think I'd forget about your breast and pelvic exams?" He fell over and hit his head against something that made a loud clang. "What the hell is this puddle doing in the middle--did you pee, Robert?"

"No, doctor, she did. She wet herself and the door guard and is now unconscious. I just gave her the demerol."

"Cretin! She's allergic to that stuff," he said whilst slapping the intern. "Are you trying to kill her?"

"Actually, yes, doctor," Robert whispered. "Sara was my lover."

"But, why would you even consider demerol? You know I'm running low, and there are absolutely no ways to get more since my license was recently revoked."

Denise, the nurse-who was mean and jealous, because she was secretly in love with Dr. Raymond Peabody, as was Sara-started freaking out. "I need that woman dead. Let's try something different."

Sara began screaming.

The phone rang. "Under control, everyone! Your wife, Katarina," said the secretary. "She is on line 1, Dr. Peabody. She sounds hysterical!"

Peabody grabbed the phone and said, "Hello darlin..nice of you to.....honey, calm down, that's just Sara, the nut case screaming. Everything's fine....Should be home..."

"RAYMOND!! You bastard! Why didn't you feed the fish?"

Peabody blushed. "Sweetie, I'm a little busy. Bye now."

Sara struggled with her straight jacket. "Take this off!

Sarita
05-05-2005, 02:19 AM
I can't breathe!" The blind girl gasped as she fumbled for her inhaler. Those dreams of mangled flesh always resulted in an asthma attack. Too many times she was alone dealing with this, so she thought.

He emerged from behind the curtains with a huge presence, she could feel immediately. "Miss me?" she heard his raspy, beer drenched voice ask. Still gasping, she fumbled around trying to make her breathing slow down.

"Dr. Peabody!" Sara cried, "Help me!"

"Now Sara dear. Dr. Peabody is a hopeless drunk," said the nurse from the doorway. Sara gasped as she felt Robert, the intern, wrap the straight jacket around her.

"NO! Don't you see I'm having an asthma attack. Give me something!"

Dr. Peabody stumbled into the room. "Hel--lll--ooo sweet cheeks! Did you think I'd forget about your breast and pelvic exams?" He fell over and hit his head against something that made a loud clang. "What the hell is this puddle doing in the middle--did you pee, Robert?"

"No, doctor, she did. She wet herself and the door guard and is now unconscious. I just gave her the demerol."

"Cretin! She's allergic to that stuff," he said whilst slapping the intern. "Are you trying to kill her?"

"Actually, yes, doctor," Robert whispered. "Sara was my lover."

"But, why would you even consider demerol? You know I'm running low, and there are absolutely no ways to get more since my license was recently revoked."

Denise, the nurse-who was mean and jealous, because she was secretly in love with Dr. Raymond Peabody, as was Sara-started freaking out. "I need that woman dead. Let's try something different."

Sara began screaming.

The phone rang. "Under control, everyone! Your wife, Katarina," said the secretary. "She is on line 1, Dr. Peabody. She sounds hysterical!"

Peabody grabbed the phone and said, "Hello darlin..nice of you to.....honey, calm down, that's just Sara, the nut case screaming. Everything's fine....Should be home..."

"RAYMOND!! You bastard! Why didn't you feed the fish?"

Peabody blushed. "Sweetie, I'm a little busy. Bye now."

Sara struggled with her straight jacket. "Take this off! I'm not certifiably

rhymegirl
05-05-2005, 02:20 AM
"I can't breathe!" The blind girl gasped as she fumbled for her inhaler. Those dreams of mangled flesh always resulted in an asthma attack. Too many times she was alone dealing with this, so she thought.

He emerged from behind the curtains with a huge presence, she could feel immediately. "Miss me?" she heard his raspy, beer drenched voice ask. Still gasping, she fumbled around trying to make her breathing slow down.

"Dr. Peabody!" Sara cried, "Help me!"

"Now Sara dear. Dr. Peabody is a hopeless drunk," said the nurse from the doorway. Sara gasped as she felt Robert, the intern, wrap the straight jacket around her.

"NO! Don't you see I'm having an asthma attack. Give me something!"

Dr. Peabody stumbled into the room. "Hel--lll--ooo sweet cheeks! Did you think I'd forget about your breast and pelvic exams?" He fell over and hit his head against something that made a loud clang. "What the hell is this puddle doing in the middle--did you pee, Robert?"

"No, doctor, she did. She wet herself and the door guard and is now unconscious. I just gave her the demerol."

"Cretin! She's allergic to that stuff," he said whilst slapping the intern. "Are you trying to kill her?"

"Actually, yes, doctor," Robert whispered. "Sara was my lover."

"But, why would you even consider demerol? You know I'm running low, and there are absolutely no ways to get more since my license was recently revoked."

Denise, the nurse-who was mean and jealous, because she was secretly in love with Dr. Raymond Peabody, as was Sara-started freaking out. "I need that woman dead. Let's try something different."

Sara began screaming.

The phone rang. "Under control, everyone! Your wife, Katarina," said the secretary. "She is on line 1, Dr. Peabody. She sounds hysterical!"

Peabody grabbed the phone and said, "Hello darlin..nice of you to.....honey, calm down, that's just Sara, the nut case screaming. Everything's fine....Should be home..."

"RAYMOND!! You bastard! Why didn't you feed the fish?"

Peabody blushed. "Sweetie, I'm a little busy. Bye now."

Sara struggled with her straight jacket. "Take this off! I'm not certifiably looney. I'm just

Sarita
05-05-2005, 02:21 AM
"I can't breathe!" The blind girl gasped as she fumbled for her inhaler. Those dreams of mangled flesh always resulted in an asthma attack. Too many times she was alone dealing with this, so she thought.

He emerged from behind the curtains with a huge presence, she could feel immediately. "Miss me?" she heard his raspy, beer drenched voice ask. Still gasping, she fumbled around trying to make her breathing slow down.

"Dr. Peabody!" Sara cried, "Help me!"

"Now Sara dear. Dr. Peabody is a hopeless drunk," said the nurse from the doorway. Sara gasped as she felt Robert, the intern, wrap the straight jacket around her.

"NO! Don't you see I'm having an asthma attack. Give me something!"

Dr. Peabody stumbled into the room. "Hel--lll--ooo sweet cheeks! Did you think I'd forget about your breast and pelvic exams?" He fell over and hit his head against something that made a loud clang. "What the hell is this puddle doing in the middle--did you pee, Robert?"

"No, doctor, she did. She wet herself and the door guard and is now unconscious. I just gave her the demerol."

"Cretin! She's allergic to that stuff," he said whilst slapping the intern. "Are you trying to kill her?"

"Actually, yes, doctor," Robert whispered. "Sara was my lover."

"But, why would you even consider demerol? You know I'm running low, and there are absolutely no ways to get more since my license was recently revoked."

Denise, the nurse-who was mean and jealous, because she was secretly in love with Dr. Raymond Peabody, as was Sara-started freaking out. "I need that woman dead. Let's try something different."

Sara began screaming.

The phone rang. "Under control, everyone! Your wife, Katarina," said the secretary. "She is on line 1, Dr. Peabody. She sounds hysterical!"

Peabody grabbed the phone and said, "Hello darlin..nice of you to.....honey, calm down, that's just Sara, the nut case screaming. Everything's fine....Should be home..."

"RAYMOND!! You bastard! Why didn't you feed the fish?"

Peabody blushed. "Sweetie, I'm a little busy. Bye now."

Sara struggled with her straight jacket. "Take this off! I'm not certifiably looney. I'm just a little bit

BlakeOvard
05-05-2005, 02:52 AM
"I can't breathe!" The blind girl gasped as she fumbled for her inhaler. Those dreams of mangled flesh always resulted in an asthma attack. Too many times she was alone dealing with this, so she thought.

He emerged from behind the curtains with a huge presence, she could feel immediately. "Miss me?" she heard his raspy, beer drenched voice ask. Still gasping, she fumbled around trying to make her breathing slow down.

"Dr. Peabody!" Sara cried, "Help me!"

"Now Sara dear. Dr. Peabody is a hopeless drunk," said the nurse from the doorway. Sara gasped as she felt Robert, the intern, wrap the straight jacket around her.

"NO! Don't you see I'm having an asthma attack. Give me something!"

Dr. Peabody stumbled into the room. "Hel--lll--ooo sweet cheeks! Did you think I'd forget about your breast and pelvic exams?" He fell over and hit his head against something that made a loud clang. "What the hell is this puddle doing in the middle--did you pee, Robert?"

"No, doctor, she did. She wet herself and the door guard and is now unconscious. I just gave her the demerol."

"Cretin! She's allergic to that stuff," he said whilst slapping the intern. "Are you trying to kill her?"

"Actually, yes, doctor," Robert whispered. "Sara was my lover."

"But, why would you even consider demerol? You know I'm running low, and there are absolutely no ways to get more since my license was recently revoked."

Denise, the nurse-who was mean and jealous, because she was secretly in love with Dr. Raymond Peabody, as was Sara-started freaking out. "I need that woman dead. Let's try something different."

Sara began screaming.

The phone rang. "Under control, everyone! Your wife, Katarina," said the secretary. "She is on line 1, Dr. Peabody. She sounds hysterical!"

Peabody grabbed the phone and said, "Hello darlin..nice of you to.....honey, calm down, that's just Sara, the nut case screaming. Everything's fine....Should be home..."

"RAYMOND!! You bastard! Why didn't you feed the fish?"

Peabody blushed. "Sweetie, I'm a little busy. Bye now."

Sara struggled with her straight jacket. "Take this off! I'm not certifiably looney. I'm just a little bit out of blink-sync.

rhymegirl
05-05-2005, 03:25 AM
"I can't breathe!" The blind girl gasped as she fumbled for her inhaler. Those dreams of mangled flesh always resulted in an asthma attack. Too many times she was alone dealing with this, so she thought.

He emerged from behind the curtains with a huge presence, she could feel immediately. "Miss me?" she heard his raspy, beer drenched voice ask. Still gasping, she fumbled around trying to make her breathing slow down.

"Dr. Peabody!" Sara cried, "Help me!"

"Now Sara dear. Dr. Peabody is a hopeless drunk," said the nurse from the doorway. Sara gasped as she felt Robert, the intern, wrap the straight jacket around her.

"NO! Don't you see I'm having an asthma attack. Give me something!"

Dr. Peabody stumbled into the room. "Hel--lll--ooo sweet cheeks! Did you think I'd forget about your breast and pelvic exams?" He fell over and hit his head against something that made a loud clang. "What the hell is this puddle doing in the middle--did you pee, Robert?"

"No, doctor, she did. She wet herself and the door guard and is now unconscious. I just gave her the demerol."

"Cretin! She's allergic to that stuff," he said whilst slapping the intern. "Are you trying to kill her?"

"Actually, yes, doctor," Robert whispered. "Sara was my lover."

"But, why would you even consider demerol? You know I'm running low, and there are absolutely no ways to get more since my license was recently revoked."

Denise, the nurse-who was mean and jealous, because she was secretly in love with Dr. Raymond Peabody, as was Sara-started freaking out. "I need that woman dead. Let's try something different."

Sara began screaming.

The phone rang. "Under control, everyone! Your wife, Katarina," said the secretary. "She is on line 1, Dr. Peabody. She sounds hysterical!"

Peabody grabbed the phone and said, "Hello darlin..nice of you to.....honey, calm down, that's just Sara, the nut case screaming. Everything's fine....Should be home..."

"RAYMOND!! You bastard! Why didn't you feed the fish?"

Peabody blushed. "Sweetie, I'm a little busy. Bye now."

Sara struggled with her straight jacket. "Take this off! I'm not certifiably looney. I'm just a little bit out of blink-sync."

The phone rang

maestrowork
05-05-2005, 05:58 AM
"I can't breathe!" The blind girl gasped as she fumbled for her inhaler. Those dreams of mangled flesh always resulted in an asthma attack. Too many times she was alone dealing with this, so she thought.

He emerged from behind the curtains with a huge presence, she could feel immediately. "Miss me?" she heard his raspy, beer drenched voice ask. Still gasping, she fumbled around trying to make her breathing slow down.

"Dr. Peabody!" Sara cried, "Help me!"

"Now Sara dear. Dr. Peabody is a hopeless drunk," said the nurse from the doorway. Sara gasped as she felt Robert, the intern, wrap the straight jacket around her.

"NO! Don't you see I'm having an asthma attack. Give me something!"

Dr. Peabody stumbled into the room. "Hel--lll--ooo sweet cheeks! Did you think I'd forget about your breast and pelvic exams?" He fell over and hit his head against something that made a loud clang. "What the hell is this puddle doing in the middle--did you pee, Robert?"

"No, doctor, she did. She wet herself and the door guard and is now unconscious. I just gave her the demerol."

"Cretin! She's allergic to that stuff," he said whilst slapping the intern. "Are you trying to kill her?"

"Actually, yes, doctor," Robert whispered. "Sara was my lover."

"But, why would you even consider demerol? You know I'm running low, and there are absolutely no ways to get more since my license was recently revoked."

Denise, the nurse-who was mean and jealous, because she was secretly in love with Dr. Raymond Peabody, as was Sara-started freaking out. "I need that woman dead. Let's try something different."

Sara began screaming.

The phone rang. "Under control, everyone! Your wife, Katarina," said the secretary. "She is on line 1, Dr. Peabody. She sounds hysterical!"

Peabody grabbed the phone and said, "Hello darlin..nice of you to.....honey, calm down, that's just Sara, the nut case screaming. Everything's fine....Should be home..."

"RAYMOND!! You bastard! Why didn't you feed the fish?"

Peabody blushed. "Sweetie, I'm a little busy. Bye now."

Sara struggled with her straight jacket. "Take this off! I'm not certifiably looney. I'm just a little bit out of blink-sync."

The phone rang again. Sara visualized

(Blind girl! Blind girl!)

bjewel77
05-05-2005, 06:00 AM
"I can't breathe!" The blind girl gasped as she fumbled for her inhaler. Those dreams of mangled flesh always resulted in an asthma attack. Too many times she was alone dealing with this, so she thought.

He emerged from behind the curtains with a huge presence, she could feel immediately. "Miss me?" she heard his raspy, beer drenched voice ask. Still gasping, she fumbled around trying to make her breathing slow down.

"Dr. Peabody!" Sara cried, "Help me!"

"Now Sara dear. Dr. Peabody is a hopeless drunk," said the nurse from the doorway. Sara gasped as she felt Robert, the intern, wrap the straight jacket around her.

"NO! Don't you see I'm having an asthma attack. Give me something!"

Dr. Peabody stumbled into the room. "Hel--lll--ooo sweet cheeks! Did you think I'd forget about your breast and pelvic exams?" He fell over and hit his head against something that made a loud clang. "What the hell is this puddle doing in the middle--did you pee, Robert?"

"No, doctor, she did. She wet herself and the door guard and is now unconscious. I just gave her the demerol."

"Cretin! She's allergic to that stuff," he said whilst slapping the intern. "Are you trying to kill her?"

"Actually, yes, doctor," Robert whispered. "Sara was my lover."

"But, why would you even consider demerol? You know I'm running low, and there are absolutely no ways to get more since my license was recently revoked."

Denise, the nurse-who was mean and jealous, because she was secretly in love with Dr. Raymond Peabody, as was Sara-started freaking out. "I need that woman dead. Let's try something different."

Sara began screaming.

The phone rang. "Under control, everyone! Your wife, Katarina," said the secretary. "She is on line 1, Dr. Peabody. She sounds hysterical!"

Peabody grabbed the phone and said, "Hello darlin..nice of you to.....honey, calm down, that's just Sara, the nut case screaming. Everything's fine....Should be home..."

"RAYMOND!! You bastard! Why didn't you feed the fish?"

Peabody blushed. "Sweetie, I'm a little busy. Bye now."

Sara struggled with her straight jacket. "Take this off! I'm not certifiably looney. I'm just a little bit out of blink-sync."

The phone rang again. Peabody raged

maestrowork
05-05-2005, 06:07 AM
Cross post. The next person must choose...

;)

(Blind girl! Blind girl!)

rhymegirl
05-05-2005, 06:35 AM
"I can't breathe!" The blind girl gasped as she fumbled for her inhaler. Those dreams of mangled flesh always resulted in an asthma attack. Too many times she was alone dealing with this, so she thought.

He emerged from behind the curtains with a huge presence, she could feel immediately. "Miss me?" she heard his raspy, beer drenched voice ask. Still gasping, she fumbled around trying to make her breathing slow down.

"Dr. Peabody!" Sara cried, "Help me!"

"Now Sara dear. Dr. Peabody is a hopeless drunk," said the nurse from the doorway. Sara gasped as she felt Robert, the intern, wrap the straight jacket around her.

"NO! Don't you see I'm having an asthma attack. Give me something!"

Dr. Peabody stumbled into the room. "Hel--lll--ooo sweet cheeks! Did you think I'd forget about your breast and pelvic exams?" He fell over and hit his head against something that made a loud clang. "What the hell is this puddle doing in the middle--did you pee, Robert?"

"No, doctor, she did. She wet herself and the door guard and is now unconscious. I just gave her the demerol."

"Cretin! She's allergic to that stuff," he said whilst slapping the intern. "Are you trying to kill her?"

"Actually, yes, doctor," Robert whispered. "Sara was my lover."

"But, why would you even consider demerol? You know I'm running low, and there are absolutely no ways to get more since my license was recently revoked."

Denise, the nurse-who was mean and jealous, because she was secretly in love with Dr. Raymond Peabody, as was Sara-started freaking out. "I need that woman dead. Let's try something different."

Sara began screaming.

The phone rang. "Under control, everyone! Your wife, Katarina," said the secretary. "She is on line 1, Dr. Peabody. She sounds hysterical!"

Peabody grabbed the phone and said, "Hello darlin..nice of you to.....honey, calm down, that's just Sara, the nut case screaming. Everything's fine....Should be home..."

"RAYMOND!! You bastard! Why didn't you feed the fish?"

Peabody blushed. "Sweetie, I'm a little busy. Bye now."

Sara struggled with her straight jacket. "Take this off! I'm not certifiably looney. I'm just a little bit out of blink-sync."

The phone rang again. Peabody raged. "My wife again!

maestrowork
05-05-2005, 06:36 AM
"I can't breathe!" The blind girl gasped as she fumbled for her inhaler. Those dreams of mangled flesh always resulted in an asthma attack. Too many times she was alone dealing with this, so she thought.

He emerged from behind the curtains with a huge presence, she could feel immediately. "Miss me?" she heard his raspy, beer drenched voice ask. Still gasping, she fumbled around trying to make her breathing slow down.

"Dr. Peabody!" Sara cried, "Help me!"

"Now Sara dear. Dr. Peabody is a hopeless drunk," said the nurse from the doorway. Sara gasped as she felt Robert, the intern, wrap the straight jacket around her.

"NO! Don't you see I'm having an asthma attack. Give me something!"

Dr. Peabody stumbled into the room. "Hel--lll--ooo sweet cheeks! Did you think I'd forget about your breast and pelvic exams?" He fell over and hit his head against something that made a loud clang. "What the hell is this puddle doing in the middle--did you pee, Robert?"

"No, doctor, she did. She wet herself and the door guard and is now unconscious. I just gave her the demerol."

"Cretin! She's allergic to that stuff," he said whilst slapping the intern. "Are you trying to kill her?"

"Actually, yes, doctor," Robert whispered. "Sara was my lover."

"But, why would you even consider demerol? You know I'm running low, and there are absolutely no ways to get more since my license was recently revoked."

Denise, the nurse-who was mean and jealous, because she was secretly in love with Dr. Raymond Peabody, as was Sara-started freaking out. "I need that woman dead. Let's try something different."

Sara began screaming.

The phone rang. "Under control, everyone! Your wife, Katarina," said the secretary. "She is on line 1, Dr. Peabody. She sounds hysterical!"

Peabody grabbed the phone and said, "Hello darlin..nice of you to.....honey, calm down, that's just Sara, the nut case screaming. Everything's fine....Should be home..."

"RAYMOND!! You bastard! Why didn't you feed the fish?"

Peabody blushed. "Sweetie, I'm a little busy. Bye now."

Sara struggled with her straight jacket. "Take this off! I'm not certifiably looney. I'm just a little bit out of blink-sync."

The phone rang again. Peabody raged. "My wife again! Somebody kills her

rhymegirl
05-05-2005, 06:47 AM
"I can't breathe!" The blind girl gasped as she fumbled for her inhaler. Those dreams of mangled flesh always resulted in an asthma attack. Too many times she was alone dealing with this, so she thought.

He emerged from behind the curtains with a huge presence, she could feel immediately. "Miss me?" she heard his raspy, beer drenched voice ask. Still gasping, she fumbled around trying to make her breathing slow down.

"Dr. Peabody!" Sara cried, "Help me!"

"Now Sara dear. Dr. Peabody is a hopeless drunk," said the nurse from the doorway. Sara gasped as she felt Robert, the intern, wrap the straight jacket around her.

"NO! Don't you see I'm having an asthma attack. Give me something!"

Dr. Peabody stumbled into the room. "Hel--lll--ooo sweet cheeks! Did you think I'd forget about your breast and pelvic exams?" He fell over and hit his head against something that made a loud clang. "What the hell is this puddle doing in the middle--did you pee, Robert?"

"No, doctor, she did. She wet herself and the door guard and is now unconscious. I just gave her the demerol."

"Cretin! She's allergic to that stuff," he said whilst slapping the intern. "Are you trying to kill her?"

"Actually, yes, doctor," Robert whispered. "Sara was my lover."

"But, why would you even consider demerol? You know I'm running low, and there are absolutely no ways to get more since my license was recently revoked."

Denise, the nurse-who was mean and jealous, because she was secretly in love with Dr. Raymond Peabody, as was Sara-started freaking out. "I need that woman dead. Let's try something different."

Sara began screaming.

The phone rang. "Under control, everyone! Your wife, Katarina," said the secretary. "She is on line 1, Dr. Peabody. She sounds hysterical!"

Peabody grabbed the phone and said, "Hello darlin..nice of you to.....honey, calm down, that's just Sara, the nut case screaming. Everything's fine....Should be home..."

"RAYMOND!! You bastard! Why didn't you feed the fish?"

Peabody blushed. "Sweetie, I'm a little busy. Bye now."

Sara struggled with her straight jacket. "Take this off! I'm not certifiably looney. I'm just a little bit out of blink-sync."

The phone rang again. Peabody raged. "My wife again! Somebody kill her!"

"I heard that

maestrowork
05-05-2005, 07:04 AM
"I can't breathe!" The blind girl gasped as she fumbled for her inhaler. Those dreams of mangled flesh always resulted in an asthma attack. Too many times she was alone dealing with this, so she thought.

He emerged from behind the curtains with a huge presence, she could feel immediately. "Miss me?" she heard his raspy, beer drenched voice ask. Still gasping, she fumbled around trying to make her breathing slow down.

"Dr. Peabody!" Sara cried, "Help me!"

"Now Sara dear. Dr. Peabody is a hopeless drunk," said the nurse from the doorway. Sara gasped as she felt Robert, the intern, wrap the straight jacket around her.

"NO! Don't you see I'm having an asthma attack. Give me something!"

Dr. Peabody stumbled into the room. "Hel--lll--ooo sweet cheeks! Did you think I'd forget about your breast and pelvic exams?" He fell over and hit his head against something that made a loud clang. "What the hell is this puddle doing in the middle--did you pee, Robert?"

"No, doctor, she did. She wet herself and the door guard and is now unconscious. I just gave her the demerol."

"Cretin! She's allergic to that stuff," he said whilst slapping the intern. "Are you trying to kill her?"

"Actually, yes, doctor," Robert whispered. "Sara was my lover."

"But, why would you even consider demerol? You know I'm running low, and there are absolutely no ways to get more since my license was recently revoked."

Denise, the nurse-who was mean and jealous, because she was secretly in love with Dr. Raymond Peabody, as was Sara-started freaking out. "I need that woman dead. Let's try something different."

Sara began screaming.

The phone rang. "Under control, everyone! Your wife, Katarina," said the secretary. "She is on line 1, Dr. Peabody. She sounds hysterical!"

Peabody grabbed the phone and said, "Hello darlin..nice of you to.....honey, calm down, that's just Sara, the nut case screaming. Everything's fine....Should be home..."

"RAYMOND!! You bastard! Why didn't you feed the fish?"

Peabody blushed. "Sweetie, I'm a little busy. Bye now."

Sara struggled with her straight jacket. "Take this off! I'm not certifiably looney. I'm just a little bit out of blink-sync."

The phone rang again. Peabody raged. "My wife again! Somebody kill her!"

"I heard that lizzard's blood is

rhymegirl
05-05-2005, 07:13 AM
"I can't breathe!" The blind girl gasped as she fumbled for her inhaler. Those dreams of mangled flesh always resulted in an asthma attack. Too many times she was alone dealing with this, so she thought.

He emerged from behind the curtains with a huge presence, she could feel immediately. "Miss me?" she heard his raspy, beer drenched voice ask. Still gasping, she fumbled around trying to make her breathing slow down.

"Dr. Peabody!" Sara cried, "Help me!"

"Now Sara dear. Dr. Peabody is a hopeless drunk," said the nurse from the doorway. Sara gasped as she felt Robert, the intern, wrap the straight jacket around her.

"NO! Don't you see I'm having an asthma attack. Give me something!"

Dr. Peabody stumbled into the room. "Hel--lll--ooo sweet cheeks! Did you think I'd forget about your breast and pelvic exams?" He fell over and hit his head against something that made a loud clang. "What the hell is this puddle doing in the middle--did you pee, Robert?"

"No, doctor, she did. She wet herself and the door guard and is now unconscious. I just gave her the demerol."

"Cretin! She's allergic to that stuff," he said whilst slapping the intern. "Are you trying to kill her?"

"Actually, yes, doctor," Robert whispered. "Sara was my lover."

"But, why would you even consider demerol? You know I'm running low, and there are absolutely no ways to get more since my license was recently revoked."

Denise, the nurse-who was mean and jealous, because she was secretly in love with Dr. Raymond Peabody, as was Sara-started freaking out. "I need that woman dead. Let's try something different."

Sara began screaming.

The phone rang. "Under control, everyone! Your wife, Katarina," said the secretary. "She is on line 1, Dr. Peabody. She sounds hysterical!"

Peabody grabbed the phone and said, "Hello darlin..nice of you to.....honey, calm down, that's just Sara, the nut case screaming. Everything's fine....Should be home..."

"RAYMOND!! You bastard! Why didn't you feed the fish?"

Peabody blushed. "Sweetie, I'm a little busy. Bye now."

Sara struggled with her straight jacket. "Take this off! I'm not certifiably looney. I'm just a little bit out of blink-sync."

The phone rang again. Peabody raged. "My wife again! Somebody kill her!"

"I heard that lizzard's blood is effective," said Denise.

BlakeOvard
05-05-2005, 07:19 AM
"I can't breathe!" The blind girl gasped as she fumbled for her inhaler. Those dreams of mangled flesh always resulted in an asthma attack. Too many times she was alone dealing with this, so she thought.

He emerged from behind the curtains with a huge presence, she could feel immediately. "Miss me?" she heard his raspy, beer drenched voice ask. Still gasping, she fumbled around trying to make her breathing slow down.

"Dr. Peabody!" Sara cried, "Help me!"

"Now Sara dear. Dr. Peabody is a hopeless drunk," said the nurse from the doorway. Sara gasped as she felt Robert, the intern, wrap the straight jacket around her.

"NO! Don't you see I'm having an asthma attack. Give me something!"

Dr. Peabody stumbled into the room. "Hel--lll--ooo sweet cheeks! Did you think I'd forget about your breast and pelvic exams?" He fell over and hit his head against something that made a loud clang. "What the hell is this puddle doing in the middle--did you pee, Robert?"

"No, doctor, she did. She wet herself and the door guard and is now unconscious. I just gave her the demerol."

"Cretin! She's allergic to that stuff," he said whilst slapping the intern. "Are you trying to kill her?"

"Actually, yes, doctor," Robert whispered. "Sara was my lover."

"But, why would you even consider demerol? You know I'm running low, and there are absolutely no ways to get more since my license was recently revoked."

Denise, the nurse-who was mean and jealous, because she was secretly in love with Dr. Raymond Peabody, as was Sara-started freaking out. "I need that woman dead. Let's try something different."

Sara began screaming.

The phone rang. "Under control, everyone! Your wife, Katarina," said the secretary. "She is on line 1, Dr. Peabody. She sounds hysterical!"

Peabody grabbed the phone and said, "Hello darlin..nice of you to.....honey, calm down, that's just Sara, the nut case screaming. Everything's fine....Should be home..."

"RAYMOND!! You bastard! Why didn't you feed the fish?"

Peabody blushed. "Sweetie, I'm a little busy. Bye now."

Sara struggled with her straight jacket. "Take this off! I'm not certifiably looney. I'm just a little bit out of blink-sync."

The phone rang again. Peabody raged. "My wife again! Somebody kill her!"

"I heard that lizzard's blood is effective," said Denise. "We should find

rhymegirl
05-05-2005, 07:23 AM
"I can't breathe!" The blind girl gasped as she fumbled for her inhaler. Those dreams of mangled flesh always resulted in an asthma attack. Too many times she was alone dealing with this, so she thought.

He emerged from behind the curtains with a huge presence, she could feel immediately. "Miss me?" she heard his raspy, beer drenched voice ask. Still gasping, she fumbled around trying to make her breathing slow down.

"Dr. Peabody!" Sara cried, "Help me!"

"Now Sara dear. Dr. Peabody is a hopeless drunk," said the nurse from the doorway. Sara gasped as she felt Robert, the intern, wrap the straight jacket around her.

"NO! Don't you see I'm having an asthma attack. Give me something!"

Dr. Peabody stumbled into the room. "Hel--lll--ooo sweet cheeks! Did you think I'd forget about your breast and pelvic exams?" He fell over and hit his head against something that made a loud clang. "What the hell is this puddle doing in the middle--did you pee, Robert?"

"No, doctor, she did. She wet herself and the door guard and is now unconscious. I just gave her the demerol."

"Cretin! She's allergic to that stuff," he said whilst slapping the intern. "Are you trying to kill her?"

"Actually, yes, doctor," Robert whispered. "Sara was my lover."

"But, why would you even consider demerol? You know I'm running low, and there are absolutely no ways to get more since my license was recently revoked."

Denise, the nurse-who was mean and jealous, because she was secretly in love with Dr. Raymond Peabody, as was Sara-started freaking out. "I need that woman dead. Let's try something different."

Sara began screaming.

The phone rang. "Under control, everyone! Your wife, Katarina," said the secretary. "She is on line 1, Dr. Peabody. She sounds hysterical!"

Peabody grabbed the phone and said, "Hello darlin..nice of you to.....honey, calm down, that's just Sara, the nut case screaming. Everything's fine....Should be home..."

"RAYMOND!! You bastard! Why didn't you feed the fish?"

Peabody blushed. "Sweetie, I'm a little busy. Bye now."

Sara struggled with her straight jacket. "Take this off! I'm not certifiably looney. I'm just a little bit out of blink-sync."

The phone rang again. Peabody raged. "My wife again! Somebody kill her!"

"I heard that lizzard's blood is effective," said Denise. "We should find a nice big

maestrowork
05-05-2005, 07:01 PM
"I can't breathe!" The blind girl gasped as she fumbled for her inhaler. Those dreams of mangled flesh always resulted in an asthma attack. Too many times she was alone dealing with this, so she thought.

He emerged from behind the curtains with a huge presence, she could feel immediately. "Miss me?" she heard his raspy, beer drenched voice ask. Still gasping, she fumbled around trying to make her breathing slow down.

"Dr. Peabody!" Sara cried, "Help me!"

"Now Sara dear. Dr. Peabody is a hopeless drunk," said the nurse from the doorway. Sara gasped as she felt Robert, the intern, wrap the straight jacket around her.

"NO! Don't you see I'm having an asthma attack. Give me something!"

Dr. Peabody stumbled into the room. "Hel--lll--ooo sweet cheeks! Did you think I'd forget about your breast and pelvic exams?" He fell over and hit his head against something that made a loud clang. "What the hell is this puddle doing in the middle--did you pee, Robert?"

"No, doctor, she did. She wet herself and the door guard and is now unconscious. I just gave her the demerol."

"Cretin! She's allergic to that stuff," he said whilst slapping the intern. "Are you trying to kill her?"

"Actually, yes, doctor," Robert whispered. "Sara was my lover."

"But, why would you even consider demerol? You know I'm running low, and there are absolutely no ways to get more since my license was recently revoked."

Denise, the nurse-who was mean and jealous, because she was secretly in love with Dr. Raymond Peabody, as was Sara-started freaking out. "I need that woman dead. Let's try something different."

Sara began screaming.

The phone rang. "Under control, everyone! Your wife, Katarina," said the secretary. "She is on line 1, Dr. Peabody. She sounds hysterical!"

Peabody grabbed the phone and said, "Hello darlin..nice of you to.....honey, calm down, that's just Sara, the nut case screaming. Everything's fine....Should be home..."

"RAYMOND!! You bastard! Why didn't you feed the fish?"

Peabody blushed. "Sweetie, I'm a little busy. Bye now."

Sara struggled with her straight jacket. "Take this off! I'm not certifiably looney. I'm just a little bit out of blink-sync."

The phone rang again. Peabody raged. "My wife again! Somebody kill her!"

"I heard that lizzard's blood is effective," said Denise. "We should find a nice big toad to go

rhymegirl
05-05-2005, 07:47 PM
"I can't breathe!" The blind girl gasped as she fumbled for her inhaler. Those dreams of mangled flesh always resulted in an asthma attack. Too many times she was alone dealing with this, so she thought.

He emerged from behind the curtains with a huge presence, she could feel immediately. "Miss me?" she heard his raspy, beer drenched voice ask. Still gasping, she fumbled around trying to make her breathing slow down.

"Dr. Peabody!" Sara cried, "Help me!"

"Now Sara dear. Dr. Peabody is a hopeless drunk," said the nurse from the doorway. Sara gasped as she felt Robert, the intern, wrap the straight jacket around her.

"NO! Don't you see I'm having an asthma attack. Give me something!"

Dr. Peabody stumbled into the room. "Hel--lll--ooo sweet cheeks! Did you think I'd forget about your breast and pelvic exams?" He fell over and hit his head against something that made a loud clang. "What the hell is this puddle doing in the middle--did you pee, Robert?"

"No, doctor, she did. She wet herself and the door guard and is now unconscious. I just gave her the demerol."

"Cretin! She's allergic to that stuff," he said whilst slapping the intern. "Are you trying to kill her?"

"Actually, yes, doctor," Robert whispered. "Sara was my lover."

"But, why would you even consider demerol? You know I'm running low, and there are absolutely no ways to get more since my license was recently revoked."

Denise, the nurse-who was mean and jealous, because she was secretly in love with Dr. Raymond Peabody, as was Sara-started freaking out. "I need that woman dead. Let's try something different."

Sara began screaming.

The phone rang. "Under control, everyone! Your wife, Katarina," said the secretary. "She is on line 1, Dr. Peabody. She sounds hysterical!"

Peabody grabbed the phone and said, "Hello darlin..nice of you to.....honey, calm down, that's just Sara, the nut case screaming. Everything's fine....Should be home..."

"RAYMOND!! You bastard! Why didn't you feed the fish?"

Peabody blushed. "Sweetie, I'm a little busy. Bye now."

Sara struggled with her straight jacket. "Take this off! I'm not certifiably looney. I'm just a little bit out of blink-sync."

The phone rang again. Peabody raged. "My wife again! Somebody kill her!"

"I heard that lizzard's blood is effective," said Denise. "We should find a nice big toad to go in her soup."

BlakeOvard
05-05-2005, 07:56 PM
"I can't breathe!" The blind girl gasped as she fumbled for her inhaler. Those dreams of mangled flesh always resulted in an asthma attack. Too many times she was alone dealing with this, so she thought.

He emerged from behind the curtains with a huge presence, she could feel immediately. "Miss me?" she heard his raspy, beer drenched voice ask. Still gasping, she fumbled around trying to make her breathing slow down.

"Dr. Peabody!" Sara cried, "Help me!"

"Now Sara dear. Dr. Peabody is a hopeless drunk," said the nurse from the doorway. Sara gasped as she felt Robert, the intern, wrap the straight jacket around her.

"NO! Don't you see I'm having an asthma attack. Give me something!"

Dr. Peabody stumbled into the room. "Hel--lll--ooo sweet cheeks! Did you think I'd forget about your breast and pelvic exams?" He fell over and hit his head against something that made a loud clang. "What the hell is this puddle doing in the middle--did you pee, Robert?"

"No, doctor, she did. She wet herself and the door guard and is now unconscious. I just gave her the demerol."

"Cretin! She's allergic to that stuff," he said whilst slapping the intern. "Are you trying to kill her?"

"Actually, yes, doctor," Robert whispered. "Sara was my lover."

"But, why would you even consider demerol? You know I'm running low, and there are absolutely no ways to get more since my license was recently revoked."

Denise, the nurse-who was mean and jealous, because she was secretly in love with Dr. Raymond Peabody, as was Sara-started freaking out. "I need that woman dead. Let's try something different."

Sara began screaming.

The phone rang. "Under control, everyone! Your wife, Katarina," said the secretary. "She is on line 1, Dr. Peabody. She sounds hysterical!"

Peabody grabbed the phone and said, "Hello darlin..nice of you to.....honey, calm down, that's just Sara, the nut case screaming. Everything's fine....Should be home..."

"RAYMOND!! You bastard! Why didn't you feed the fish?"

Peabody blushed. "Sweetie, I'm a little busy. Bye now."

Sara struggled with her straight jacket. "Take this off! I'm not certifiably looney. I'm just a little bit out of blink-sync."

The phone rang again. Peabody raged. "My wife again! Somebody kill her!"

"I heard that lizzard's blood is effective," said Denise. "We should find a nice big toad to go in her soup, or maybe a"

maestrowork
05-05-2005, 08:01 PM
"I can't breathe!" The blind girl gasped as she fumbled for her inhaler. Those dreams of mangled flesh always resulted in an asthma attack. Too many times she was alone dealing with this, so she thought.

He emerged from behind the curtains with a huge presence, she could feel immediately. "Miss me?" she heard his raspy, beer drenched voice ask. Still gasping, she fumbled around trying to make her breathing slow down.

"Dr. Peabody!" Sara cried, "Help me!"

"Now Sara dear. Dr. Peabody is a hopeless drunk," said the nurse from the doorway. Sara gasped as she felt Robert, the intern, wrap the straight jacket around her.

"NO! Don't you see I'm having an asthma attack. Give me something!"

Dr. Peabody stumbled into the room. "Hel--lll--ooo sweet cheeks! Did you think I'd forget about your breast and pelvic exams?" He fell over and hit his head against something that made a loud clang. "What the hell is this puddle doing in the middle--did you pee, Robert?"

"No, doctor, she did. She wet herself and the door guard and is now unconscious. I just gave her the demerol."

"Cretin! She's allergic to that stuff," he said whilst slapping the intern. "Are you trying to kill her?"

"Actually, yes, doctor," Robert whispered. "Sara was my lover."

"But, why would you even consider demerol? You know I'm running low, and there are absolutely no ways to get more since my license was recently revoked."

Denise, the nurse-who was mean and jealous, because she was secretly in love with Dr. Raymond Peabody, as was Sara-started freaking out. "I need that woman dead. Let's try something different."

Sara began screaming.

The phone rang. "Under control, everyone! Your wife, Katarina," said the secretary. "She is on line 1, Dr. Peabody. She sounds hysterical!"

Peabody grabbed the phone and said, "Hello darlin..nice of you to.....honey, calm down, that's just Sara, the nut case screaming. Everything's fine....Should be home..."

"RAYMOND!! You bastard! Why didn't you feed the fish?"

Peabody blushed. "Sweetie, I'm a little busy. Bye now."

Sara struggled with her straight jacket. "Take this off! I'm not certifiably looney. I'm just a little bit out of blink-sync."

The phone rang again. Peabody raged. "My wife again! Somebody kill her!"

"I heard that lizzard's blood is effective," said Denise. "We should find a nice big toad to go in her soup, or maybe a black shelob..."

"Heck

rhymegirl
05-05-2005, 08:03 PM
"I can't breathe!" The blind girl gasped as she fumbled for her inhaler. Those dreams of mangled flesh always resulted in an asthma attack. Too many times she was alone dealing with this, so she thought.

He emerged from behind the curtains with a huge presence, she could feel immediately. "Miss me?" she heard his raspy, beer drenched voice ask. Still gasping, she fumbled around trying to make her breathing slow down.

"Dr. Peabody!" Sara cried, "Help me!"

"Now Sara dear. Dr. Peabody is a hopeless drunk," said the nurse from the doorway. Sara gasped as she felt Robert, the intern, wrap the straight jacket around her.

"NO! Don't you see I'm having an asthma attack. Give me something!"

Dr. Peabody stumbled into the room. "Hel--lll--ooo sweet cheeks! Did you think I'd forget about your breast and pelvic exams?" He fell over and hit his head against something that made a loud clang. "What the hell is this puddle doing in the middle--did you pee, Robert?"

"No, doctor, she did. She wet herself and the door guard and is now unconscious. I just gave her the demerol."

"Cretin! She's allergic to that stuff," he said whilst slapping the intern. "Are you trying to kill her?"

"Actually, yes, doctor," Robert whispered. "Sara was my lover."

"But, why would you even consider demerol? You know I'm running low, and there are absolutely no ways to get more since my license was recently revoked."

Denise, the nurse-who was mean and jealous, because she was secretly in love with Dr. Raymond Peabody, as was Sara-started freaking out. "I need that woman dead. Let's try something different."

Sara began screaming.

The phone rang. "Under control, everyone! Your wife, Katarina," said the secretary. "She is on line 1, Dr. Peabody. She sounds hysterical!"

Peabody grabbed the phone and said, "Hello darlin..nice of you to.....honey, calm down, that's just Sara, the nut case screaming. Everything's fine....Should be home..."

"RAYMOND!! You bastard! Why didn't you feed the fish?"

Peabody blushed. "Sweetie, I'm a little busy. Bye now."

Sara struggled with her straight jacket. "Take this off! I'm not certifiably looney. I'm just a little bit out of blink-sync."

The phone rang again. Peabody raged. "My wife again! Somebody kill her!"

"I heard that lizzard's blood is effective," said Denise. "We should find a nice big toad to go in her soup, or maybe a black shelob..."

"Heck, whatever it takes!

Sarita
05-05-2005, 08:04 PM
"I can't breathe!" The blind girl gasped as she fumbled for her inhaler. Those dreams of mangled flesh always resulted in an asthma attack. Too many times she was alone dealing with this, so she thought.

He emerged from behind the curtains with a huge presence, she could feel immediately. "Miss me?" she heard his raspy, beer drenched voice ask. Still gasping, she fumbled around trying to make her breathing slow down.

"Dr. Peabody!" Sara cried, "Help me!"

"Now Sara dear. Dr. Peabody is a hopeless drunk," said the nurse from the doorway. Sara gasped as she felt Robert, the intern, wrap the straight jacket around her.

"NO! Don't you see I'm having an asthma attack. Give me something!"

Dr. Peabody stumbled into the room. "Hel--lll--ooo sweet cheeks! Did you think I'd forget about your breast and pelvic exams?" He fell over and hit his head against something that made a loud clang. "What the hell is this puddle doing in the middle--did you pee, Robert?"

"No, doctor, she did. She wet herself and the door guard and is now unconscious. I just gave her the demerol."

"Cretin! She's allergic to that stuff," he said whilst slapping the intern. "Are you trying to kill her?"

"Actually, yes, doctor," Robert whispered. "Sara was my lover."

"But, why would you even consider demerol? You know I'm running low, and there are absolutely no ways to get more since my license was recently revoked."

Denise, the nurse-who was mean and jealous, because she was secretly in love with Dr. Raymond Peabody, as was Sara-started freaking out. "I need that woman dead. Let's try something different."

Sara began screaming.

The phone rang. "Under control, everyone! Your wife, Katarina," said the secretary. "She is on line 1, Dr. Peabody. She sounds hysterical!"

Peabody grabbed the phone and said, "Hello darlin..nice of you to.....honey, calm down, that's just Sara, the nut case screaming. Everything's fine....Should be home..."

"RAYMOND!! You bastard! Why didn't you feed the fish?"

Peabody blushed. "Sweetie, I'm a little busy. Bye now."

Sara struggled with her straight jacket. "Take this off! I'm not certifiably looney. I'm just a little bit out of blink-sync."

The phone rang again. Peabody raged. "My wife again! Somebody kill her!"

"I heard that lizzard's blood is effective," said Denise. "We should find a nice big toad to go in her soup, or maybe a black shelob..."

"Heck, whatever it takes! Let's just do

(for the record, a spider in my soup would kill me.;) )

rhymegirl
05-05-2005, 08:11 PM
"I can't breathe!" The blind girl gasped as she fumbled for her inhaler. Those dreams of mangled flesh always resulted in an asthma attack. Too many times she was alone dealing with this, so she thought.

He emerged from behind the curtains with a huge presence, she could feel immediately. "Miss me?" she heard his raspy, beer drenched voice ask. Still gasping, she fumbled around trying to make her breathing slow down.

"Dr. Peabody!" Sara cried, "Help me!"

"Now Sara dear. Dr. Peabody is a hopeless drunk," said the nurse from the doorway. Sara gasped as she felt Robert, the intern, wrap the straight jacket around her.

"NO! Don't you see I'm having an asthma attack. Give me something!"

Dr. Peabody stumbled into the room. "Hel--lll--ooo sweet cheeks! Did you think I'd forget about your breast and pelvic exams?" He fell over and hit his head against something that made a loud clang. "What the hell is this puddle doing in the middle--did you pee, Robert?"

"No, doctor, she did. She wet herself and the door guard and is now unconscious. I just gave her the demerol."

"Cretin! She's allergic to that stuff," he said whilst slapping the intern. "Are you trying to kill her?"

"Actually, yes, doctor," Robert whispered. "Sara was my lover."

"But, why would you even consider demerol? You know I'm running low, and there are absolutely no ways to get more since my license was recently revoked."

Denise, the nurse-who was mean and jealous, because she was secretly in love with Dr. Raymond Peabody, as was Sara-started freaking out. "I need that woman dead. Let's try something different."

Sara began screaming.

The phone rang. "Under control, everyone! Your wife, Katarina," said the secretary. "She is on line 1, Dr. Peabody. She sounds hysterical!"

Peabody grabbed the phone and said, "Hello darlin..nice of you to.....honey, calm down, that's just Sara, the nut case screaming. Everything's fine....Should be home..."

"RAYMOND!! You bastard! Why didn't you feed the fish?"

Peabody blushed. "Sweetie, I'm a little busy. Bye now."

Sara struggled with her straight jacket. "Take this off! I'm not certifiably looney. I'm just a little bit out of blink-sync."

The phone rang again. Peabody raged. "My wife again! Somebody kill her!"

"I heard that lizzard's blood is effective," said Denise. "We should find a nice big toad to go in her soup, or maybe a black shelob..."

"Heck, whatever it takes! Let's just do it!"

"The phone,

(for the record, a spider in my soup would kill me. Me, too!)

Sonya
05-05-2005, 09:24 PM
"I can't breathe!" The blind girl gasped as she fumbled for her inhaler. Those dreams of mangled flesh always resulted in an asthma attack. Too many times she was alone dealing with this, so she thought.

He emerged from behind the curtains with a huge presence, she could feel immediately. "Miss me?" she heard his raspy, beer drenched voice ask. Still gasping, she fumbled around trying to make her breathing slow down.

"Dr. Peabody!" Sara cried, "Help me!"

"Now Sara dear. Dr. Peabody is a hopeless drunk," said the nurse from the doorway. Sara gasped as she felt Robert, the intern, wrap the straight jacket around her.

"NO! Don't you see I'm having an asthma attack. Give me something!"

Dr. Peabody stumbled into the room. "Hel--lll--ooo sweet cheeks! Did you think I'd forget about your breast and pelvic exams?" He fell over and hit his head against something that made a loud clang. "What the hell is this puddle doing in the middle--did you pee, Robert?"

"No, doctor, she did. She wet herself and the door guard and is now unconscious. I just gave her the demerol."

"Cretin! She's allergic to that stuff," he said whilst slapping the intern. "Are you trying to kill her?"

"Actually, yes, doctor," Robert whispered. "Sara was my lover."

"But, why would you even consider demerol? You know I'm running low, and there are absolutely no ways to get more since my license was recently revoked."

Denise, the nurse-who was mean and jealous, because she was secretly in love with Dr. Raymond Peabody, as was Sara-started freaking out. "I need that woman dead. Let's try something different."

Sara began screaming.

The phone rang. "Under control, everyone! Your wife, Katarina," said the secretary. "She is on line 1, Dr. Peabody. She sounds hysterical!"

Peabody grabbed the phone and said, "Hello darlin..nice of you to.....honey, calm down, that's just Sara, the nut case screaming. Everything's fine....Should be home..."

"RAYMOND!! You bastard! Why didn't you feed the fish?"

Peabody blushed. "Sweetie, I'm a little busy. Bye now."

Sara struggled with her straight jacket. "Take this off! I'm not certifiably looney. I'm just a little bit out of blink-sync."

The phone rang again. Peabody raged. "My wife again! Somebody kill her!"

"I heard that lizzard's blood is effective," said Denise. "We should find a nice big toad to go in her soup, or maybe a black shelob..."

"Heck, whatever it takes! Let's just do it!"

"The phone bill is due."

BlakeOvard
05-05-2005, 09:50 PM
"I can't breathe!" The blind girl gasped as she fumbled for her inhaler. Those dreams of mangled flesh always resulted in an asthma attack. Too many times she was alone dealing with this, so she thought.

He emerged from behind the curtains with a huge presence, she could feel immediately. "Miss me?" she heard his raspy, beer drenched voice ask. Still gasping, she fumbled around trying to make her breathing slow down.

"Dr. Peabody!" Sara cried, "Help me!"

"Now Sara dear. Dr. Peabody is a hopeless drunk," said the nurse from the doorway. Sara gasped as she felt Robert, the intern, wrap the straight jacket around her.

"NO! Don't you see I'm having an asthma attack. Give me something!"

Dr. Peabody stumbled into the room. "Hel--lll--ooo sweet cheeks! Did you think I'd forget about your breast and pelvic exams?" He fell over and hit his head against something that made a loud clang. "What the hell is this puddle doing in the middle--did you pee, Robert?"

"No, doctor, she did. She wet herself and the door guard and is now unconscious. I just gave her the demerol."

"Cretin! She's allergic to that stuff," he said whilst slapping the intern. "Are you trying to kill her?"

"Actually, yes, doctor," Robert whispered. "Sara was my lover."

"But, why would you even consider demerol? You know I'm running low, and there are absolutely no ways to get more since my license was recently revoked."

Denise, the nurse-who was mean and jealous, because she was secretly in love with Dr. Raymond Peabody, as was Sara-started freaking out. "I need that woman dead. Let's try something different."

Sara began screaming.

The phone rang. "Under control, everyone! Your wife, Katarina," said the secretary. "She is on line 1, Dr. Peabody. She sounds hysterical!"

Peabody grabbed the phone and said, "Hello darlin..nice of you to.....honey, calm down, that's just Sara, the nut case screaming. Everything's fine....Should be home..."

"RAYMOND!! You bastard! Why didn't you feed the fish?"

Peabody blushed. "Sweetie, I'm a little busy. Bye now."

Sara struggled with her straight jacket. "Take this off! I'm not certifiably looney. I'm just a little bit out of blink-sync."

The phone rang again. Peabody raged. "My wife again! Somebody kill her!"

"I heard that lizzard's blood is effective," said Denise. "We should find a nice big toad to go in her soup, or maybe a black shelob..."

"Heck, whatever it takes! Let's just do it!"

"The phone bill is due."

"What?! Go down

rhymegirl
05-06-2005, 01:10 AM
"I can't breathe!" The blind girl gasped as she fumbled for her inhaler. Those dreams of mangled flesh always resulted in an asthma attack. Too many times she was alone dealing with this, so she thought.

He emerged from behind the curtains with a huge presence, she could feel immediately. "Miss me?" she heard his raspy, beer drenched voice ask. Still gasping, she fumbled around trying to make her breathing slow down.

"Dr. Peabody!" Sara cried, "Help me!"

"Now Sara dear. Dr. Peabody is a hopeless drunk," said the nurse from the doorway. Sara gasped as she felt Robert, the intern, wrap the straight jacket around her.

"NO! Don't you see I'm having an asthma attack. Give me something!"

Dr. Peabody stumbled into the room. "Hel--lll--ooo sweet cheeks! Did you think I'd forget about your breast and pelvic exams?" He fell over and hit his head against something that made a loud clang. "What the hell is this puddle doing in the middle--did you pee, Robert?"

"No, doctor, she did. She wet herself and the door guard and is now unconscious. I just gave her the demerol."

"Cretin! She's allergic to that stuff," he said whilst slapping the intern. "Are you trying to kill her?"

"Actually, yes, doctor," Robert whispered. "Sara was my lover."

"But, why would you even consider demerol? You know I'm running low, and there are absolutely no ways to get more since my license was recently revoked."

Denise, the nurse-who was mean and jealous, because she was secretly in love with Dr. Raymond Peabody, as was Sara-started freaking out. "I need that woman dead. Let's try something different."

Sara began screaming.

The phone rang. "Under control, everyone! Your wife, Katarina," said the secretary. "She is on line 1, Dr. Peabody. She sounds hysterical!"

Peabody grabbed the phone and said, "Hello darlin..nice of you to.....honey, calm down, that's just Sara, the nut case screaming. Everything's fine....Should be home..."

"RAYMOND!! You bastard! Why didn't you feed the fish?"

Peabody blushed. "Sweetie, I'm a little busy. Bye now."

Sara struggled with her straight jacket. "Take this off! I'm not certifiably looney. I'm just a little bit out of blink-sync."

The phone rang again. Peabody raged. "My wife again! Somebody kill her!"

"I heard that lizzard's blood is effective," said Denise. "We should find a nice big toad to go in her soup, or maybe a black shelob..."

"Heck, whatever it takes! Let's just do it!"

"The phone bill is due."

"What?! Go down and pay it!

Sarita
05-06-2005, 01:11 AM
"I can't breathe!" The blind girl gasped as she fumbled for her inhaler. Those dreams of mangled flesh always resulted in an asthma attack. Too many times she was alone dealing with this, so she thought.

He emerged from behind the curtains with a huge presence, she could feel immediately. "Miss me?" she heard his raspy, beer drenched voice ask. Still gasping, she fumbled around trying to make her breathing slow down.

"Dr. Peabody!" Sara cried, "Help me!"

"Now Sara dear. Dr. Peabody is a hopeless drunk," said the nurse from the doorway. Sara gasped as she felt Robert, the intern, wrap the straight jacket around her.

"NO! Don't you see I'm having an asthma attack. Give me something!"

Dr. Peabody stumbled into the room. "Hel--lll--ooo sweet cheeks! Did you think I'd forget about your breast and pelvic exams?" He fell over and hit his head against something that made a loud clang. "What the hell is this puddle doing in the middle--did you pee, Robert?"

"No, doctor, she did. She wet herself and the door guard and is now unconscious. I just gave her the demerol."

"Cretin! She's allergic to that stuff," he said whilst slapping the intern. "Are you trying to kill her?"

"Actually, yes, doctor," Robert whispered. "Sara was my lover."

"But, why would you even consider demerol? You know I'm running low, and there are absolutely no ways to get more since my license was recently revoked."

Denise, the nurse-who was mean and jealous, because she was secretly in love with Dr. Raymond Peabody, as was Sara-started freaking out. "I need that woman dead. Let's try something different."

Sara began screaming.

The phone rang. "Under control, everyone! Your wife, Katarina," said the secretary. "She is on line 1, Dr. Peabody. She sounds hysterical!"

Peabody grabbed the phone and said, "Hello darlin..nice of you to.....honey, calm down, that's just Sara, the nut case screaming. Everything's fine....Should be home..."

"RAYMOND!! You bastard! Why didn't you feed the fish?"

Peabody blushed. "Sweetie, I'm a little busy. Bye now."

Sara struggled with her straight jacket. "Take this off! I'm not certifiably looney. I'm just a little bit out of blink-sync."

The phone rang again. Peabody raged. "My wife again! Somebody kill her!"

"I heard that lizzard's blood is effective," said Denise. "We should find a nice big toad to go in her soup, or maybe a black shelob..."

"Heck, whatever it takes! Let's just do it!"

"The phone bill is due."

"What?! Go down and pay it! We're trying to

rhymegirl
05-06-2005, 01:21 AM
"I can't breathe!" The blind girl gasped as she fumbled for her inhaler. Those dreams of mangled flesh always resulted in an asthma attack. Too many times she was alone dealing with this, so she thought.

He emerged from behind the curtains with a huge presence, she could feel immediately. "Miss me?" she heard his raspy, beer drenched voice ask. Still gasping, she fumbled around trying to make her breathing slow down.

"Dr. Peabody!" Sara cried, "Help me!"

"Now Sara dear. Dr. Peabody is a hopeless drunk," said the nurse from the doorway. Sara gasped as she felt Robert, the intern, wrap the straight jacket around her.

"NO! Don't you see I'm having an asthma attack. Give me something!"

Dr. Peabody stumbled into the room. "Hel--lll--ooo sweet cheeks! Did you think I'd forget about your breast and pelvic exams?" He fell over and hit his head against something that made a loud clang. "What the hell is this puddle doing in the middle--did you pee, Robert?"

"No, doctor, she did. She wet herself and the door guard and is now unconscious. I just gave her the demerol."

"Cretin! She's allergic to that stuff," he said whilst slapping the intern. "Are you trying to kill her?"

"Actually, yes, doctor," Robert whispered. "Sara was my lover."

"But, why would you even consider demerol? You know I'm running low, and there are absolutely no ways to get more since my license was recently revoked."

Denise, the nurse-who was mean and jealous, because she was secretly in love with Dr. Raymond Peabody, as was Sara-started freaking out. "I need that woman dead. Let's try something different."

Sara began screaming.

The phone rang. "Under control, everyone! Your wife, Katarina," said the secretary. "She is on line 1, Dr. Peabody. She sounds hysterical!"

Peabody grabbed the phone and said, "Hello darlin..nice of you to.....honey, calm down, that's just Sara, the nut case screaming. Everything's fine....Should be home..."

"RAYMOND!! You bastard! Why didn't you feed the fish?"

Peabody blushed. "Sweetie, I'm a little busy. Bye now."

Sara struggled with her straight jacket. "Take this off! I'm not certifiably looney. I'm just a little bit out of blink-sync."

The phone rang again. Peabody raged. "My wife again! Somebody kill her!"

"I heard that lizzard's blood is effective," said Denise. "We should find a nice big toad to go in her soup, or maybe a black shelob..."

"Heck, whatever it takes! Let's just do it!"

"The phone bill is due."

"What?! Go down and pay it! We're trying to stay in business.

Sonya
05-06-2005, 01:55 AM
I can't breathe!" The blind girl gasped as she fumbled for her inhaler. Those dreams of mangled flesh always resulted in an asthma attack. Too many times she was alone dealing with this, so she thought.

He emerged from behind the curtains with a huge presence, she could feel immediately. "Miss me?" she heard his raspy, beer drenched voice ask. Still gasping, she fumbled around trying to make her breathing slow down.

"Dr. Peabody!" Sara cried, "Help me!"

"Now Sara dear. Dr. Peabody is a hopeless drunk," said the nurse from the doorway. Sara gasped as she felt Robert, the intern, wrap the straight jacket around her.

"NO! Don't you see I'm having an asthma attack. Give me something!"

Dr. Peabody stumbled into the room. "Hel--lll--ooo sweet cheeks! Did you think I'd forget about your breast and pelvic exams?" He fell over and hit his head against something that made a loud clang. "What the hell is this puddle doing in the middle--did you pee, Robert?"

"No, doctor, she did. She wet herself and the door guard and is now unconscious. I just gave her the demerol."

"Cretin! She's allergic to that stuff," he said whilst slapping the intern. "Are you trying to kill her?"

"Actually, yes, doctor," Robert whispered. "Sara was my lover."

"But, why would you even consider demerol? You know I'm running low, and there are absolutely no ways to get more since my license was recently revoked."

Denise, the nurse-who was mean and jealous, because she was secretly in love with Dr. Raymond Peabody, as was Sara-started freaking out. "I need that woman dead. Let's try something different."

Sara began screaming.

The phone rang. "Under control, everyone! Your wife, Katarina," said the secretary. "She is on line 1, Dr. Peabody. She sounds hysterical!"

Peabody grabbed the phone and said, "Hello darlin..nice of you to.....honey, calm down, that's just Sara, the nut case screaming. Everything's fine....Should be home..."

"RAYMOND!! You bastard! Why didn't you feed the fish?"

Peabody blushed. "Sweetie, I'm a little busy. Bye now."

Sara struggled with her straight jacket. "Take this off! I'm not certifiably looney. I'm just a little bit out of blink-sync."

The phone rang again. Peabody raged. "My wife again! Somebody kill her!"

"I heard that lizzard's blood is effective," said Denise. "We should find a nice big toad to go in her soup, or maybe a black shelob..."

"Heck, whatever it takes! Let's just do it!"

"The phone bill is due."

"What?! Go down and pay it! We're trying to stay in business.

"How am I

rhymegirl
05-06-2005, 01:59 AM
I can't breathe!" The blind girl gasped as she fumbled for her inhaler. Those dreams of mangled flesh always resulted in an asthma attack. Too many times she was alone dealing with this, so she thought.

He emerged from behind the curtains with a huge presence, she could feel immediately. "Miss me?" she heard his raspy, beer drenched voice ask. Still gasping, she fumbled around trying to make her breathing slow down.

"Dr. Peabody!" Sara cried, "Help me!"

"Now Sara dear. Dr. Peabody is a hopeless drunk," said the nurse from the doorway. Sara gasped as she felt Robert, the intern, wrap the straight jacket around her.

"NO! Don't you see I'm having an asthma attack. Give me something!"

Dr. Peabody stumbled into the room. "Hel--lll--ooo sweet cheeks! Did you think I'd forget about your breast and pelvic exams?" He fell over and hit his head against something that made a loud clang. "What the hell is this puddle doing in the middle--did you pee, Robert?"

"No, doctor, she did. She wet herself and the door guard and is now unconscious. I just gave her the demerol."

"Cretin! She's allergic to that stuff," he said whilst slapping the intern. "Are you trying to kill her?"

"Actually, yes, doctor," Robert whispered. "Sara was my lover."

"But, why would you even consider demerol? You know I'm running low, and there are absolutely no ways to get more since my license was recently revoked."

Denise, the nurse-who was mean and jealous, because she was secretly in love with Dr. Raymond Peabody, as was Sara-started freaking out. "I need that woman dead. Let's try something different."

Sara began screaming.

The phone rang. "Under control, everyone! Your wife, Katarina," said the secretary. "She is on line 1, Dr. Peabody. She sounds hysterical!"

Peabody grabbed the phone and said, "Hello darlin..nice of you to.....honey, calm down, that's just Sara, the nut case screaming. Everything's fine....Should be home..."

"RAYMOND!! You bastard! Why didn't you feed the fish?"

Peabody blushed. "Sweetie, I'm a little busy. Bye now."

Sara struggled with her straight jacket. "Take this off! I'm not certifiably looney. I'm just a little bit out of blink-sync."

The phone rang again. Peabody raged. "My wife again! Somebody kill her!"

"I heard that lizzard's blood is effective," said Denise. "We should find a nice big toad to go in her soup, or maybe a black shelob..."

"Heck, whatever it takes! Let's just do it!"

"The phone bill is due."

"What?! Go down and pay it! We're trying to stay in business."

"How am I gonna pay without

maestrowork
05-06-2005, 02:03 AM
I can't breathe!" The blind girl gasped as she fumbled for her inhaler. Those dreams of mangled flesh always resulted in an asthma attack. Too many times she was alone dealing with this, so she thought.

He emerged from behind the curtains with a huge presence, she could feel immediately. "Miss me?" she heard his raspy, beer drenched voice ask. Still gasping, she fumbled around trying to make her breathing slow down.

"Dr. Peabody!" Sara cried, "Help me!"

"Now Sara dear. Dr. Peabody is a hopeless drunk," said the nurse from the doorway. Sara gasped as she felt Robert, the intern, wrap the straight jacket around her.

"NO! Don't you see I'm having an asthma attack. Give me something!"

Dr. Peabody stumbled into the room. "Hel--lll--ooo sweet cheeks! Did you think I'd forget about your breast and pelvic exams?" He fell over and hit his head against something that made a loud clang. "What the hell is this puddle doing in the middle--did you pee, Robert?"

"No, doctor, she did. She wet herself and the door guard and is now unconscious. I just gave her the demerol."

"Cretin! She's allergic to that stuff," he said whilst slapping the intern. "Are you trying to kill her?"

"Actually, yes, doctor," Robert whispered. "Sara was my lover."

"But, why would you even consider demerol? You know I'm running low, and there are absolutely no ways to get more since my license was recently revoked."

Denise, the nurse-who was mean and jealous, because she was secretly in love with Dr. Raymond Peabody, as was Sara-started freaking out. "I need that woman dead. Let's try something different."

Sara began screaming.

The phone rang. "Under control, everyone! Your wife, Katarina," said the secretary. "She is on line 1, Dr. Peabody. She sounds hysterical!"

Peabody grabbed the phone and said, "Hello darlin..nice of you to.....honey, calm down, that's just Sara, the nut case screaming. Everything's fine....Should be home..."

"RAYMOND!! You bastard! Why didn't you feed the fish?"

Peabody blushed. "Sweetie, I'm a little busy. Bye now."

Sara struggled with her straight jacket. "Take this off! I'm not certifiably looney. I'm just a little bit out of blink-sync."

The phone rang again. Peabody raged. "My wife again! Somebody kill her!"

"I heard that lizzard's blood is effective," said Denise. "We should find a nice big toad to go in her soup, or maybe a black shelob..."

"Heck, whatever it takes! Let's just do it!"

"The phone bill is due."

"What?! Go down and pay it! We're trying to stay in business."

"How am I gonna pay without Sara's inheritance from

BlakeOvard
05-06-2005, 02:03 AM
I can't breathe!" The blind girl gasped as she fumbled for her inhaler. Those dreams of mangled flesh always resulted in an asthma attack. Too many times she was alone dealing with this, so she thought.

He emerged from behind the curtains with a huge presence, she could feel immediately. "Miss me?" she heard his raspy, beer drenched voice ask. Still gasping, she fumbled around trying to make her breathing slow down.

"Dr. Peabody!" Sara cried, "Help me!"

"Now Sara dear. Dr. Peabody is a hopeless drunk," said the nurse from the doorway. Sara gasped as she felt Robert, the intern, wrap the straight jacket around her.

"NO! Don't you see I'm having an asthma attack. Give me something!"

Dr. Peabody stumbled into the room. "Hel--lll--ooo sweet cheeks! Did you think I'd forget about your breast and pelvic exams?" He fell over and hit his head against something that made a loud clang. "What the hell is this puddle doing in the middle--did you pee, Robert?"

"No, doctor, she did. She wet herself and the door guard and is now unconscious. I just gave her the demerol."

"Cretin! She's allergic to that stuff," he said whilst slapping the intern. "Are you trying to kill her?"

"Actually, yes, doctor," Robert whispered. "Sara was my lover."

"But, why would you even consider demerol? You know I'm running low, and there are absolutely no ways to get more since my license was recently revoked."

Denise, the nurse-who was mean and jealous, because she was secretly in love with Dr. Raymond Peabody, as was Sara-started freaking out. "I need that woman dead. Let's try something different."

Sara began screaming.

The phone rang. "Under control, everyone! Your wife, Katarina," said the secretary. "She is on line 1, Dr. Peabody. She sounds hysterical!"

Peabody grabbed the phone and said, "Hello darlin..nice of you to.....honey, calm down, that's just Sara, the nut case screaming. Everything's fine....Should be home..."

"RAYMOND!! You bastard! Why didn't you feed the fish?"

Peabody blushed. "Sweetie, I'm a little busy. Bye now."

Sara struggled with her straight jacket. "Take this off! I'm not certifiably looney. I'm just a little bit out of blink-sync."

The phone rang again. Peabody raged. "My wife again! Somebody kill her!"

"I heard that lizzard's blood is effective," said Denise. "We should find a nice big toad to go in her soup, or maybe a black shelob..."

"Heck, whatever it takes! Let's just do it!"

"The phone bill is due."

"What?! Go down and pay it! We're trying to stay in business."

"How am I gonna pay without killin' the girl

maestrowork
05-06-2005, 02:22 AM
I can't breathe!" The blind girl gasped as she fumbled for her inhaler. Those dreams of mangled flesh always resulted in an asthma attack. Too many times she was alone dealing with this, so she thought.

He emerged from behind the curtains with a huge presence, she could feel immediately. "Miss me?" she heard his raspy, beer drenched voice ask. Still gasping, she fumbled around trying to make her breathing slow down.

"Dr. Peabody!" Sara cried, "Help me!"

"Now Sara dear. Dr. Peabody is a hopeless drunk," said the nurse from the doorway. Sara gasped as she felt Robert, the intern, wrap the straight jacket around her.

"NO! Don't you see I'm having an asthma attack. Give me something!"

Dr. Peabody stumbled into the room. "Hel--lll--ooo sweet cheeks! Did you think I'd forget about your breast and pelvic exams?" He fell over and hit his head against something that made a loud clang. "What the hell is this puddle doing in the middle--did you pee, Robert?"

"No, doctor, she did. She wet herself and the door guard and is now unconscious. I just gave her the demerol."

"Cretin! She's allergic to that stuff," he said whilst slapping the intern. "Are you trying to kill her?"

"Actually, yes, doctor," Robert whispered. "Sara was my lover."

"But, why would you even consider demerol? You know I'm running low, and there are absolutely no ways to get more since my license was recently revoked."

Denise, the nurse-who was mean and jealous, because she was secretly in love with Dr. Raymond Peabody, as was Sara-started freaking out. "I need that woman dead. Let's try something different."

Sara began screaming.

The phone rang. "Under control, everyone! Your wife, Katarina," said the secretary. "She is on line 1, Dr. Peabody. She sounds hysterical!"

Peabody grabbed the phone and said, "Hello darlin..nice of you to.....honey, calm down, that's just Sara, the nut case screaming. Everything's fine....Should be home..."

"RAYMOND!! You bastard! Why didn't you feed the fish?"

Peabody blushed. "Sweetie, I'm a little busy. Bye now."

Sara struggled with her straight jacket. "Take this off! I'm not certifiably looney. I'm just a little bit out of blink-sync."

The phone rang again. Peabody raged. "My wife again! Somebody kill her!"

"I heard that lizzard's blood is effective," said Denise. "We should find a nice big toad to go in her soup, or maybe a black shelob..."

"Heck, whatever it takes! Let's just do it!"

"The phone bill is due."

"What?! Go down and pay it! We're trying to stay in business."

"How am I gonna pay without killin' the girl? Her trust fund

rhymegirl
05-06-2005, 03:07 AM
"I can't breathe!" The blind girl gasped as she fumbled for her inhaler. Those dreams of mangled flesh always resulted in an asthma attack. Too many times she was alone dealing with this, so she thought.

He emerged from behind the curtains with a huge presence, she could feel immediately. "Miss me?" she heard his raspy, beer drenched voice ask. Still gasping, she fumbled around trying to make her breathing slow down.

"Dr. Peabody!" Sara cried, "Help me!"

"Now Sara dear. Dr. Peabody is a hopeless drunk," said the nurse from the doorway. Sara gasped as she felt Robert, the intern, wrap the straight jacket around her.

"NO! Don't you see I'm having an asthma attack. Give me something!"

Dr. Peabody stumbled into the room. "Hel--lll--ooo sweet cheeks! Did you think I'd forget about your breast and pelvic exams?" He fell over and hit his head against something that made a loud clang. "What the hell is this puddle doing in the middle--did you pee, Robert?"

"No, doctor, she did. She wet herself and the door guard and is now unconscious. I just gave her the demerol."

"Cretin! She's allergic to that stuff," he said whilst slapping the intern. "Are you trying to kill her?"

"Actually, yes, doctor," Robert whispered. "Sara was my lover."

"But, why would you even consider demerol? You know I'm running low, and there are absolutely no ways to get more since my license was recently revoked."

Denise, the nurse-who was mean and jealous, because she was secretly in love with Dr. Raymond Peabody, as was Sara-started freaking out. "I need that woman dead. Let's try something different."

Sara began screaming.

The phone rang. "Under control, everyone! Your wife, Katarina," said the secretary. "She is on line 1, Dr. Peabody. She sounds hysterical!"

Peabody grabbed the phone and said, "Hello darlin..nice of you to.....honey, calm down, that's just Sara, the nut case screaming. Everything's fine....Should be home..."

"RAYMOND!! You bastard! Why didn't you feed the fish?"

Peabody blushed. "Sweetie, I'm a little busy. Bye now."

Sara struggled with her straight jacket. "Take this off! I'm not certifiably looney. I'm just a little bit out of blink-sync."

The phone rang again. Peabody raged. "My wife again! Somebody kill her!"

"I heard that lizzard's blood is effective," said Denise. "We should find a nice big toad to go in her soup, or maybe a black shelob..."

"Heck, whatever it takes! Let's just do it!"

"The phone bill is due."

"What?! Go down and pay it! We're trying to stay in business."

"How am I gonna pay without killin' the girl? Her trust fund..."

Suddenly Katrina stormed

Sarita
05-06-2005, 05:40 PM
"I can't breathe!" The blind girl gasped as she fumbled for her inhaler. Those dreams of mangled flesh always resulted in an asthma attack. Too many times she was alone dealing with this, so she thought.

He emerged from behind the curtains with a huge presence, she could feel immediately. "Miss me?" she heard his raspy, beer drenched voice ask. Still gasping, she fumbled around trying to make her breathing slow down.

"Dr. Peabody!" Sara cried, "Help me!"

"Now Sara dear. Dr. Peabody is a hopeless drunk," said the nurse from the doorway. Sara gasped as she felt Robert, the intern, wrap the straight jacket around her.

"NO! Don't you see I'm having an asthma attack. Give me something!"

Dr. Peabody stumbled into the room. "Hel--lll--ooo sweet cheeks! Did you think I'd forget about your breast and pelvic exams?" He fell over and hit his head against something that made a loud clang. "What the hell is this puddle doing in the middle--did you pee, Robert?"

"No, doctor, she did. She wet herself and the door guard and is now unconscious. I just gave her the demerol."

"Cretin! She's allergic to that stuff," he said whilst slapping the intern. "Are you trying to kill her?"

"Actually, yes, doctor," Robert whispered. "Sara was my lover."

"But, why would you even consider demerol? You know I'm running low, and there are absolutely no ways to get more since my license was recently revoked."

Denise, the nurse-who was mean and jealous, because she was secretly in love with Dr. Raymond Peabody, as was Sara-started freaking out. "I need that woman dead. Let's try something different."

Sara began screaming.

The phone rang. "Under control, everyone! Your wife, Katarina," said the secretary. "She is on line 1, Dr. Peabody. She sounds hysterical!"

Peabody grabbed the phone and said, "Hello darlin..nice of you to.....honey, calm down, that's just Sara, the nut case screaming. Everything's fine....Should be home..."

"RAYMOND!! You bastard! Why didn't you feed the fish?"

Peabody blushed. "Sweetie, I'm a little busy. Bye now."

Sara struggled with her straight jacket. "Take this off! I'm not certifiably looney. I'm just a little bit out of blink-sync."

The phone rang again. Peabody raged. "My wife again! Somebody kill her!"

"I heard that lizzard's blood is effective," said Denise. "We should find a nice big toad to go in her soup, or maybe a black shelob..."

"Heck, whatever it takes! Let's just do it!"

"The phone bill is due."

"What?! Go down and pay it! We're trying to stay in business."

"How am I gonna pay without killin' the girl? Her trust fund..."

Suddenly Katrina stormed into the office

maestrowork
05-06-2005, 05:55 PM
"I can't breathe!" The blind girl gasped as she fumbled for her inhaler. Those dreams of mangled flesh always resulted in an asthma attack. Too many times she was alone dealing with this, so she thought.

He emerged from behind the curtains with a huge presence, she could feel immediately. "Miss me?" she heard his raspy, beer drenched voice ask. Still gasping, she fumbled around trying to make her breathing slow down.

"Dr. Peabody!" Sara cried, "Help me!"

"Now Sara dear. Dr. Peabody is a hopeless drunk," said the nurse from the doorway. Sara gasped as she felt Robert, the intern, wrap the straight jacket around her.

"NO! Don't you see I'm having an asthma attack. Give me something!"

Dr. Peabody stumbled into the room. "Hel--lll--ooo sweet cheeks! Did you think I'd forget about your breast and pelvic exams?" He fell over and hit his head against something that made a loud clang. "What the hell is this puddle doing in the middle--did you pee, Robert?"

"No, doctor, she did. She wet herself and the door guard and is now unconscious. I just gave her the demerol."

"Cretin! She's allergic to that stuff," he said whilst slapping the intern. "Are you trying to kill her?"

"Actually, yes, doctor," Robert whispered. "Sara was my lover."

"But, why would you even consider demerol? You know I'm running low, and there are absolutely no ways to get more since my license was recently revoked."

Denise, the nurse-who was mean and jealous, because she was secretly in love with Dr. Raymond Peabody, as was Sara-started freaking out. "I need that woman dead. Let's try something different."

Sara began screaming.

The phone rang. "Under control, everyone! Your wife, Katarina," said the secretary. "She is on line 1, Dr. Peabody. She sounds hysterical!"

Peabody grabbed the phone and said, "Hello darlin..nice of you to.....honey, calm down, that's just Sara, the nut case screaming. Everything's fine....Should be home..."

"RAYMOND!! You bastard! Why didn't you feed the fish?"

Peabody blushed. "Sweetie, I'm a little busy. Bye now."

Sara struggled with her straight jacket. "Take this off! I'm not certifiably looney. I'm just a little bit out of blink-sync."

The phone rang again. Peabody raged. "My wife again! Somebody kill her!"

"I heard that lizzard's blood is effective," said Denise. "We should find a nice big toad to go in her soup, or maybe a black shelob..."

"Heck, whatever it takes! Let's just do it!"

"The phone bill is due."

"What?! Go down and pay it! We're trying to stay in business."

"How am I gonna pay without killin' the girl? Her trust fund..."

Suddenly Katrina stormed into the office, singing "Doowah Deedee"

rhymegirl
05-06-2005, 05:56 PM
"I can't breathe!" The blind girl gasped as she fumbled for her inhaler. Those dreams of mangled flesh always resulted in an asthma attack. Too many times she was alone dealing with this, so she thought.

He emerged from behind the curtains with a huge presence, she could feel immediately. "Miss me?" she heard his raspy, beer drenched voice ask. Still gasping, she fumbled around trying to make her breathing slow down.

"Dr. Peabody!" Sara cried, "Help me!"

"Now Sara dear. Dr. Peabody is a hopeless drunk," said the nurse from the doorway. Sara gasped as she felt Robert, the intern, wrap the straight jacket around her.

"NO! Don't you see I'm having an asthma attack. Give me something!"

Dr. Peabody stumbled into the room. "Hel--lll--ooo sweet cheeks! Did you think I'd forget about your breast and pelvic exams?" He fell over and hit his head against something that made a loud clang. "What the hell is this puddle doing in the middle--did you pee, Robert?"

"No, doctor, she did. She wet herself and the door guard and is now unconscious. I just gave her the demerol."

"Cretin! She's allergic to that stuff," he said whilst slapping the intern. "Are you trying to kill her?"

"Actually, yes, doctor," Robert whispered. "Sara was my lover."

"But, why would you even consider demerol? You know I'm running low, and there are absolutely no ways to get more since my license was recently revoked."

Denise, the nurse-who was mean and jealous, because she was secretly in love with Dr. Raymond Peabody, as was Sara-started freaking out. "I need that woman dead. Let's try something different."

Sara began screaming.

The phone rang. "Under control, everyone! Your wife, Katarina," said the secretary. "She is on line 1, Dr. Peabody. She sounds hysterical!"

Peabody grabbed the phone and said, "Hello darlin..nice of you to.....honey, calm down, that's just Sara, the nut case screaming. Everything's fine....Should be home..."

"RAYMOND!! You bastard! Why didn't you feed the fish?"

Peabody blushed. "Sweetie, I'm a little busy. Bye now."

Sara struggled with her straight jacket. "Take this off! I'm not certifiably looney. I'm just a little bit out of blink-sync."

The phone rang again. Peabody raged. "My wife again! Somebody kill her!"

"I heard that lizzard's blood is effective," said Denise. "We should find a nice big toad to go in her soup, or maybe a black shelob..."

"Heck, whatever it takes! Let's just do it!"

"The phone bill is due."

"What?! Go down and pay it! We're trying to stay in business."

"How am I gonna pay without killin' the girl? Her trust fund..."

Suddenly Katarina stormed into the office. "RAYMOND! You're so

Sarita
05-06-2005, 06:02 PM
Uh-oh, guys... who gets the axe?

maestrowork
05-06-2005, 06:14 PM
The next person chooses.

rhymegirl
05-07-2005, 12:19 AM
Come on now, somebody. Let's move this story along.

I can't add on to it; someone else has to go next.

Rob-rite
05-07-2005, 03:11 AM
"I can't breathe!" The blind girl gasped as she fumbled for her inhaler. Those dreams of mangled flesh always resulted in an asthma attack. Too many times she was alone dealing with this, so she thought.

He emerged from behind the curtains with a huge presence, she could feel immediately. "Miss me?" she heard his raspy, beer drenched voice ask. Still gasping, she fumbled around trying to make her breathing slow down.

"Dr. Peabody!" Sara cried, "Help me!"

"Now Sara dear. Dr. Peabody is a hopeless drunk," said the nurse from the doorway. Sara gasped as she felt Robert, the intern, wrap the straight jacket around her.

"NO! Don't you see I'm having an asthma attack. Give me something!"

Dr. Peabody stumbled into the room. "Hel--lll--ooo sweet cheeks! Did you think I'd forget about your breast and pelvic exams?" He fell over and hit his head against something that made a loud clang. "What the hell is this puddle doing in the middle--did you pee, Robert?"

"No, doctor, she did. She wet herself and the door guard and is now unconscious. I just gave her the demerol."

"Cretin! She's allergic to that stuff," he said whilst slapping the intern. "Are you trying to kill her?"

"Actually, yes, doctor," Robert whispered. "Sara was my lover."

"But, why would you even consider demerol? You know I'm running low, and there are absolutely no ways to get more since my license was recently revoked."

Denise, the nurse-who was mean and jealous, because she was secretly in love with Dr. Raymond Peabody, as was Sara-started freaking out. "I need that woman dead. Let's try something different."

Sara began screaming.

The phone rang. "Under control, everyone! Your wife, Katarina," said the secretary. "She is on line 1, Dr. Peabody. She sounds hysterical!"

Peabody grabbed the phone and said, "Hello darlin..nice of you to.....honey, calm down, that's just Sara, the nut case screaming. Everything's fine....Should be home..."

"RAYMOND!! You bastard! Why didn't you feed the fish?"

Peabody blushed. "Sweetie, I'm a little busy. Bye now."

Sara struggled with her straight jacket. "Take this off! I'm not certifiably looney. I'm just a little bit out of blink-sync."

The phone rang again. Peabody raged. "My wife again! Somebody kill her!"

"I heard that lizzard's blood is effective," said Denise. "We should find a nice big toad to go in her soup, or maybe a black shelob..."

"Heck, whatever it takes! Let's just do it!"

"The phone bill is due."

"What?! Go down and pay it! We're trying to stay in business."

"How am I gonna pay without killin' the girl? Her trust fund..."

Suddenly Katrina stormed into the office brandishing a large

rhymegirl
05-07-2005, 03:19 AM
"I can't breathe!" The blind girl gasped as she fumbled for her inhaler. Those dreams of mangled flesh always resulted in an asthma attack. Too many times she was alone dealing with this, so she thought.

He emerged from behind the curtains with a huge presence, she could feel immediately. "Miss me?" she heard his raspy, beer drenched voice ask. Still gasping, she fumbled around trying to make her breathing slow down.

"Dr. Peabody!" Sara cried, "Help me!"

"Now Sara dear. Dr. Peabody is a hopeless drunk," said the nurse from the doorway. Sara gasped as she felt Robert, the intern, wrap the straight jacket around her.

"NO! Don't you see I'm having an asthma attack. Give me something!"

Dr. Peabody stumbled into the room. "Hel--lll--ooo sweet cheeks! Did you think I'd forget about your breast and pelvic exams?" He fell over and hit his head against something that made a loud clang. "What the hell is this puddle doing in the middle--did you pee, Robert?"

"No, doctor, she did. She wet herself and the door guard and is now unconscious. I just gave her the demerol."

"Cretin! She's allergic to that stuff," he said whilst slapping the intern. "Are you trying to kill her?"

"Actually, yes, doctor," Robert whispered. "Sara was my lover."

"But, why would you even consider demerol? You know I'm running low, and there are absolutely no ways to get more since my license was recently revoked."

Denise, the nurse-who was mean and jealous, because she was secretly in love with Dr. Raymond Peabody, as was Sara-started freaking out. "I need that woman dead. Let's try something different."

Sara began screaming.

The phone rang. "Under control, everyone! Your wife, Katarina," said the secretary. "She is on line 1, Dr. Peabody. She sounds hysterical!"

Peabody grabbed the phone and said, "Hello darlin..nice of you to.....honey, calm down, that's just Sara, the nut case screaming. Everything's fine....Should be home..."

"RAYMOND!! You bastard! Why didn't you feed the fish?"

Peabody blushed. "Sweetie, I'm a little busy. Bye now."

Sara struggled with her straight jacket. "Take this off! I'm not certifiably looney. I'm just a little bit out of blink-sync."

The phone rang again. Peabody raged. "My wife again! Somebody kill her!"

"I heard that lizzard's blood is effective," said Denise. "We should find a nice big toad to go in her soup, or maybe a black shelob..."

"Heck, whatever it takes! Let's just do it!"

"The phone bill is due."

"What?! Go down and pay it! We're trying to stay in business."

"How am I gonna pay without killin' the girl? Her trust fund..."

Suddenly Katarina stormed into the office brandishing a large knife. "Where is

Rob-rite
05-07-2005, 03:25 AM
"I can't breathe!" The blind girl gasped as she fumbled for her inhaler. Those dreams of mangled flesh always resulted in an asthma attack. Too many times she was alone dealing with this, so she thought.

He emerged from behind the curtains with a huge presence, she could feel immediately. "Miss me?" she heard his raspy, beer drenched voice ask. Still gasping, she fumbled around trying to make her breathing slow down.

"Dr. Peabody!" Sara cried, "Help me!"

"Now Sara dear. Dr. Peabody is a hopeless drunk," said the nurse from the doorway. Sara gasped as she felt Robert, the intern, wrap the straight jacket around her.

"NO! Don't you see I'm having an asthma attack. Give me something!"

Dr. Peabody stumbled into the room. "Hel--lll--ooo sweet cheeks! Did you think I'd forget about your breast and pelvic exams?" He fell over and hit his head against something that made a loud clang. "What the hell is this puddle doing in the middle--did you pee, Robert?"

"No, doctor, she did. She wet herself and the door guard and is now unconscious. I just gave her the demerol."

"Cretin! She's allergic to that stuff," he said whilst slapping the intern. "Are you trying to kill her?"

"Actually, yes, doctor," Robert whispered. "Sara was my lover."

"But, why would you even consider demerol? You know I'm running low, and there are absolutely no ways to get more since my license was recently revoked."

Denise, the nurse-who was mean and jealous, because she was secretly in love with Dr. Raymond Peabody, as was Sara-started freaking out. "I need that woman dead. Let's try something different."

Sara began screaming.

The phone rang. "Under control, everyone! Your wife, Katarina," said the secretary. "She is on line 1, Dr. Peabody. She sounds hysterical!"

Peabody grabbed the phone and said, "Hello darlin..nice of you to.....honey, calm down, that's just Sara, the nut case screaming. Everything's fine....Should be home..."

"RAYMOND!! You bastard! Why didn't you feed the fish?"

Peabody blushed. "Sweetie, I'm a little busy. Bye now."

Sara struggled with her straight jacket. "Take this off! I'm not certifiably looney. I'm just a little bit out of blink-sync."

The phone rang again. Peabody raged. "My wife again! Somebody kill her!"

"I heard that lizzard's blood is effective," said Denise. "We should find a nice big toad to go in her soup, or maybe a black shelob..."

"Heck, whatever it takes! Let's just do it!"

"The phone bill is due."

"What?! Go down and pay it! We're trying to stay in business."

"How am I gonna pay without killin' the girl? Her trust fund..."

Suddenly Katarina stormed into the office brandishing a large knife. "Where is that f**king b*stard!!"

rhymegirl
05-07-2005, 03:29 AM
"I can't breathe!" The blind girl gasped as she fumbled for her inhaler. Those dreams of mangled flesh always resulted in an asthma attack. Too many times she was alone dealing with this, so she thought.

He emerged from behind the curtains with a huge presence, she could feel immediately. "Miss me?" she heard his raspy, beer drenched voice ask. Still gasping, she fumbled around trying to make her breathing slow down.

"Dr. Peabody!" Sara cried, "Help me!"

"Now Sara dear. Dr. Peabody is a hopeless drunk," said the nurse from the doorway. Sara gasped as she felt Robert, the intern, wrap the straight jacket around her.

"NO! Don't you see I'm having an asthma attack. Give me something!"

Dr. Peabody stumbled into the room. "Hel--lll--ooo sweet cheeks! Did you think I'd forget about your breast and pelvic exams?" He fell over and hit his head against something that made a loud clang. "What the hell is this puddle doing in the middle--did you pee, Robert?"

"No, doctor, she did. She wet herself and the door guard and is now unconscious. I just gave her the demerol."

"Cretin! She's allergic to that stuff," he said whilst slapping the intern. "Are you trying to kill her?"

"Actually, yes, doctor," Robert whispered. "Sara was my lover."

"But, why would you even consider demerol? You know I'm running low, and there are absolutely no ways to get more since my license was recently revoked."

Denise, the nurse-who was mean and jealous, because she was secretly in love with Dr. Raymond Peabody, as was Sara-started freaking out. "I need that woman dead. Let's try something different."

Sara began screaming.

The phone rang. "Under control, everyone! Your wife, Katarina," said the secretary. "She is on line 1, Dr. Peabody. She sounds hysterical!"

Peabody grabbed the phone and said, "Hello darlin..nice of you to.....honey, calm down, that's just Sara, the nut case screaming. Everything's fine....Should be home..."

"RAYMOND!! You bastard! Why didn't you feed the fish?"

Peabody blushed. "Sweetie, I'm a little busy. Bye now."

Sara struggled with her straight jacket. "Take this off! I'm not certifiably looney. I'm just a little bit out of blink-sync."

The phone rang again. Peabody raged. "My wife again! Somebody kill her!"

"I heard that lizzard's blood is effective," said Denise. "We should find a nice big toad to go in her soup, or maybe a black shelob..."

"Heck, whatever it takes! Let's just do it!"

"The phone bill is due."

"What?! Go down and pay it! We're trying to stay in business."

"How am I gonna pay without killin' the girl? Her trust fund..."

Suddenly Katarina stormed into the office brandishing a large knife. "Where is that f**king b*stard!!"

Peabody hid behind

Rob-rite
05-07-2005, 03:32 AM
"I can't breathe!" The blind girl gasped as she fumbled for her inhaler. Those dreams of mangled flesh always resulted in an asthma attack. Too many times she was alone dealing with this, so she thought.

He emerged from behind the curtains with a huge presence, she could feel immediately. "Miss me?" she heard his raspy, beer drenched voice ask. Still gasping, she fumbled around trying to make her breathing slow down.

"Dr. Peabody!" Sara cried, "Help me!"

"Now Sara dear. Dr. Peabody is a hopeless drunk," said the nurse from the doorway. Sara gasped as she felt Robert, the intern, wrap the straight jacket around her.

"NO! Don't you see I'm having an asthma attack. Give me something!"

Dr. Peabody stumbled into the room. "Hel--lll--ooo sweet cheeks! Did you think I'd forget about your breast and pelvic exams?" He fell over and hit his head against something that made a loud clang. "What the hell is this puddle doing in the middle--did you pee, Robert?"

"No, doctor, she did. She wet herself and the door guard and is now unconscious. I just gave her the demerol."

"Cretin! She's allergic to that stuff," he said whilst slapping the intern. "Are you trying to kill her?"

"Actually, yes, doctor," Robert whispered. "Sara was my lover."

"But, why would you even consider demerol? You know I'm running low, and there are absolutely no ways to get more since my license was recently revoked."

Denise, the nurse-who was mean and jealous, because she was secretly in love with Dr. Raymond Peabody, as was Sara-started freaking out. "I need that woman dead. Let's try something different."

Sara began screaming.

The phone rang. "Under control, everyone! Your wife, Katarina," said the secretary. "She is on line 1, Dr. Peabody. She sounds hysterical!"

Peabody grabbed the phone and said, "Hello darlin..nice of you to.....honey, calm down, that's just Sara, the nut case screaming. Everything's fine....Should be home..."

"RAYMOND!! You bastard! Why didn't you feed the fish?"

Peabody blushed. "Sweetie, I'm a little busy. Bye now."

Sara struggled with her straight jacket. "Take this off! I'm not certifiably looney. I'm just a little bit out of blink-sync."

The phone rang again. Peabody raged. "My wife again! Somebody kill her!"

"I heard that lizzard's blood is effective," said Denise. "We should find a nice big toad to go in her soup, or maybe a black shelob..."

"Heck, whatever it takes! Let's just do it!"

"The phone bill is due."

"What?! Go down and pay it! We're trying to stay in business."

"How am I gonna pay without killin' the girl? Her trust fund..."

Suddenly Katarina stormed into the office brandishing a large knife. "Where is that f**king b*stard!!"

Peabody hid behind Denise as his

rhymegirl
05-07-2005, 03:36 AM
"I can't breathe!" The blind girl gasped as she fumbled for her inhaler. Those dreams of mangled flesh always resulted in an asthma attack. Too many times she was alone dealing with this, so she thought.

He emerged from behind the curtains with a huge presence, she could feel immediately. "Miss me?" she heard his raspy, beer drenched voice ask. Still gasping, she fumbled around trying to make her breathing slow down.

"Dr. Peabody!" Sara cried, "Help me!"

"Now Sara dear. Dr. Peabody is a hopeless drunk," said the nurse from the doorway. Sara gasped as she felt Robert, the intern, wrap the straight jacket around her.

"NO! Don't you see I'm having an asthma attack. Give me something!"

Dr. Peabody stumbled into the room. "Hel--lll--ooo sweet cheeks! Did you think I'd forget about your breast and pelvic exams?" He fell over and hit his head against something that made a loud clang. "What the hell is this puddle doing in the middle--did you pee, Robert?"

"No, doctor, she did. She wet herself and the door guard and is now unconscious. I just gave her the demerol."

"Cretin! She's allergic to that stuff," he said whilst slapping the intern. "Are you trying to kill her?"

"Actually, yes, doctor," Robert whispered. "Sara was my lover."

"But, why would you even consider demerol? You know I'm running low, and there are absolutely no ways to get more since my license was recently revoked."

Denise, the nurse-who was mean and jealous, because she was secretly in love with Dr. Raymond Peabody, as was Sara-started freaking out. "I need that woman dead. Let's try something different."

Sara began screaming.

The phone rang. "Under control, everyone! Your wife, Katarina," said the secretary. "She is on line 1, Dr. Peabody. She sounds hysterical!"

Peabody grabbed the phone and said, "Hello darlin..nice of you to.....honey, calm down, that's just Sara, the nut case screaming. Everything's fine....Should be home..."

"RAYMOND!! You bastard! Why didn't you feed the fish?"

Peabody blushed. "Sweetie, I'm a little busy. Bye now."

Sara struggled with her straight jacket. "Take this off! I'm not certifiably looney. I'm just a little bit out of blink-sync."

The phone rang again. Peabody raged. "My wife again! Somebody kill her!"

"I heard that lizzard's blood is effective," said Denise. "We should find a nice big toad to go in her soup, or maybe a black shelob..."

"Heck, whatever it takes! Let's just do it!"

"The phone bill is due."

"What?! Go down and pay it! We're trying to stay in business."

"How am I gonna pay without killin' the girl? Her trust fund..."

Suddenly Katarina stormed into the office brandishing a large knife. "Where is that f**king b*stard!!"

Peabody hid behind Denise as his wife tried to

Rob-rite
05-07-2005, 03:39 AM
"I can't breathe!" The blind girl gasped as she fumbled for her inhaler. Those dreams of mangled flesh always resulted in an asthma attack. Too many times she was alone dealing with this, so she thought.

He emerged from behind the curtains with a huge presence, she could feel immediately. "Miss me?" she heard his raspy, beer drenched voice ask. Still gasping, she fumbled around trying to make her breathing slow down.

"Dr. Peabody!" Sara cried, "Help me!"

"Now Sara dear. Dr. Peabody is a hopeless drunk," said the nurse from the doorway. Sara gasped as she felt Robert, the intern, wrap the straight jacket around her.

"NO! Don't you see I'm having an asthma attack. Give me something!"

Dr. Peabody stumbled into the room. "Hel--lll--ooo sweet cheeks! Did you think I'd forget about your breast and pelvic exams?" He fell over and hit his head against something that made a loud clang. "What the hell is this puddle doing in the middle--did you pee, Robert?"

"No, doctor, she did. She wet herself and the door guard and is now unconscious. I just gave her the demerol."

"Cretin! She's allergic to that stuff," he said whilst slapping the intern. "Are you trying to kill her?"

"Actually, yes, doctor," Robert whispered. "Sara was my lover."

"But, why would you even consider demerol? You know I'm running low, and there are absolutely no ways to get more since my license was recently revoked."

Denise, the nurse-who was mean and jealous, because she was secretly in love with Dr. Raymond Peabody, as was Sara-started freaking out. "I need that woman dead. Let's try something different."

Sara began screaming.

The phone rang. "Under control, everyone! Your wife, Katarina," said the secretary. "She is on line 1, Dr. Peabody. She sounds hysterical!"

Peabody grabbed the phone and said, "Hello darlin..nice of you to.....honey, calm down, that's just Sara, the nut case screaming. Everything's fine....Should be home..."

"RAYMOND!! You bastard! Why didn't you feed the fish?"

Peabody blushed. "Sweetie, I'm a little busy. Bye now."

Sara struggled with her straight jacket. "Take this off! I'm not certifiably looney. I'm just a little bit out of blink-sync."

The phone rang again. Peabody raged. "My wife again! Somebody kill her!"

"I heard that lizzard's blood is effective," said Denise. "We should find a nice big toad to go in her soup, or maybe a black shelob..."

"Heck, whatever it takes! Let's just do it!"

"The phone bill is due."

"What?! Go down and pay it! We're trying to stay in business."

"How am I gonna pay without killin' the girl? Her trust fund..."

Suddenly Katarina stormed into the office brandishing a large knife. "Where is that f**king b*stard!!"

Peabody hid behind Denise as his wife tried to slaughter him there

rhymegirl
05-07-2005, 03:42 AM
"I can't breathe!" The blind girl gasped as she fumbled for her inhaler. Those dreams of mangled flesh always resulted in an asthma attack. Too many times she was alone dealing with this, so she thought.

He emerged from behind the curtains with a huge presence, she could feel immediately. "Miss me?" she heard his raspy, beer drenched voice ask. Still gasping, she fumbled around trying to make her breathing slow down.

"Dr. Peabody!" Sara cried, "Help me!"

"Now Sara dear. Dr. Peabody is a hopeless drunk," said the nurse from the doorway. Sara gasped as she felt Robert, the intern, wrap the straight jacket around her.

"NO! Don't you see I'm having an asthma attack. Give me something!"

Dr. Peabody stumbled into the room. "Hel--lll--ooo sweet cheeks! Did you think I'd forget about your breast and pelvic exams?" He fell over and hit his head against something that made a loud clang. "What the hell is this puddle doing in the middle--did you pee, Robert?"

"No, doctor, she did. She wet herself and the door guard and is now unconscious. I just gave her the demerol."

"Cretin! She's allergic to that stuff," he said whilst slapping the intern. "Are you trying to kill her?"

"Actually, yes, doctor," Robert whispered. "Sara was my lover."

"But, why would you even consider demerol? You know I'm running low, and there are absolutely no ways to get more since my license was recently revoked."

Denise, the nurse-who was mean and jealous, because she was secretly in love with Dr. Raymond Peabody, as was Sara-started freaking out. "I need that woman dead. Let's try something different."

Sara began screaming.

The phone rang. "Under control, everyone! Your wife, Katarina," said the secretary. "She is on line 1, Dr. Peabody. She sounds hysterical!"

Peabody grabbed the phone and said, "Hello darlin..nice of you to.....honey, calm down, that's just Sara, the nut case screaming. Everything's fine....Should be home..."

"RAYMOND!! You bastard! Why didn't you feed the fish?"

Peabody blushed. "Sweetie, I'm a little busy. Bye now."

Sara struggled with her straight jacket. "Take this off! I'm not certifiably looney. I'm just a little bit out of blink-sync."

The phone rang again. Peabody raged. "My wife again! Somebody kill her!"

"I heard that lizzard's blood is effective," said Denise. "We should find a nice big toad to go in her soup, or maybe a black shelob..."

"Heck, whatever it takes! Let's just do it!"

"The phone bill is due."

"What?! Go down and pay it! We're trying to stay in business."

"How am I gonna pay without killin' the girl? Her trust fund..."

Suddenly Katarina stormed into the office brandishing a large knife. "Where is that f**king b*stard!!"

Peabody hid behind Denise as his wife tried to slaughter him there.

"You f**king COWARD!

Rob-rite
05-07-2005, 03:52 AM
"I can't breathe!" The blind girl gasped as she fumbled for her inhaler. Those dreams of mangled flesh always resulted in an asthma attack. Too many times she was alone dealing with this, so she thought.

He emerged from behind the curtains with a huge presence, she could feel immediately. "Miss me?" she heard his raspy, beer drenched voice ask. Still gasping, she fumbled around trying to make her breathing slow down.

"Dr. Peabody!" Sara cried, "Help me!"

"Now Sara dear. Dr. Peabody is a hopeless drunk," said the nurse from the doorway. Sara gasped as she felt Robert, the intern, wrap the straight jacket around her.

"NO! Don't you see I'm having an asthma attack. Give me something!"

Dr. Peabody stumbled into the room. "Hel--lll--ooo sweet cheeks! Did you think I'd forget about your breast and pelvic exams?" He fell over and hit his head against something that made a loud clang. "What the hell is this puddle doing in the middle--did you pee, Robert?"

"No, doctor, she did. She wet herself and the door guard and is now unconscious. I just gave her the demerol."

"Cretin! She's allergic to that stuff," he said whilst slapping the intern. "Are you trying to kill her?"

"Actually, yes, doctor," Robert whispered. "Sara was my lover."

"But, why would you even consider demerol? You know I'm running low, and there are absolutely no ways to get more since my license was recently revoked."

Denise, the nurse-who was mean and jealous, because she was secretly in love with Dr. Raymond Peabody, as was Sara-started freaking out. "I need that woman dead. Let's try something different."

Sara began screaming.

The phone rang. "Under control, everyone! Your wife, Katarina," said the secretary. "She is on line 1, Dr. Peabody. She sounds hysterical!"

Peabody grabbed the phone and said, "Hello darlin..nice of you to.....honey, calm down, that's just Sara, the nut case screaming. Everything's fine....Should be home..."

"RAYMOND!! You bastard! Why didn't you feed the fish?"

Peabody blushed. "Sweetie, I'm a little busy. Bye now."

Sara struggled with her straight jacket. "Take this off! I'm not certifiably looney. I'm just a little bit out of blink-sync."

The phone rang again. Peabody raged. "My wife again! Somebody kill her!"

"I heard that lizzard's blood is effective," said Denise. "We should find a nice big toad to go in her soup, or maybe a black shelob..."

"Heck, whatever it takes! Let's just do it!"

"The phone bill is due."

"What?! Go down and pay it! We're trying to stay in business."

"How am I gonna pay without killin' the girl? Her trust fund..."

Suddenly Katarina stormed into the office brandishing a large knife. "Where is that f**king b*stard!!"

Peabody hid behind Denise as his wife tried to slaughter him there.

"You f**king COWARD! If you wanted

rhymegirl
05-07-2005, 03:55 AM
"I can't breathe!" The blind girl gasped as she fumbled for her inhaler. Those dreams of mangled flesh always resulted in an asthma attack. Too many times she was alone dealing with this, so she thought.

He emerged from behind the curtains with a huge presence, she could feel immediately. "Miss me?" she heard his raspy, beer drenched voice ask. Still gasping, she fumbled around trying to make her breathing slow down.

"Dr. Peabody!" Sara cried, "Help me!"

"Now Sara dear. Dr. Peabody is a hopeless drunk," said the nurse from the doorway. Sara gasped as she felt Robert, the intern, wrap the straight jacket around her.

"NO! Don't you see I'm having an asthma attack. Give me something!"

Dr. Peabody stumbled into the room. "Hel--lll--ooo sweet cheeks! Did you think I'd forget about your breast and pelvic exams?" He fell over and hit his head against something that made a loud clang. "What the hell is this puddle doing in the middle--did you pee, Robert?"

"No, doctor, she did. She wet herself and the door guard and is now unconscious. I just gave her the demerol."

"Cretin! She's allergic to that stuff," he said whilst slapping the intern. "Are you trying to kill her?"

"Actually, yes, doctor," Robert whispered. "Sara was my lover."

"But, why would you even consider demerol? You know I'm running low, and there are absolutely no ways to get more since my license was recently revoked."

Denise, the nurse-who was mean and jealous, because she was secretly in love with Dr. Raymond Peabody, as was Sara-started freaking out. "I need that woman dead. Let's try something different."

Sara began screaming.

The phone rang. "Under control, everyone! Your wife, Katarina," said the secretary. "She is on line 1, Dr. Peabody. She sounds hysterical!"

Peabody grabbed the phone and said, "Hello darlin..nice of you to.....honey, calm down, that's just Sara, the nut case screaming. Everything's fine....Should be home..."

"RAYMOND!! You bastard! Why didn't you feed the fish?"

Peabody blushed. "Sweetie, I'm a little busy. Bye now."

Sara struggled with her straight jacket. "Take this off! I'm not certifiably looney. I'm just a little bit out of blink-sync."

The phone rang again. Peabody raged. "My wife again! Somebody kill her!"

"I heard that lizzard's blood is effective," said Denise. "We should find a nice big toad to go in her soup, or maybe a black shelob..."

"Heck, whatever it takes! Let's just do it!"

"The phone bill is due."

"What?! Go down and pay it! We're trying to stay in business."

"How am I gonna pay without killin' the girl? Her trust fund..."

Suddenly Katarina stormed into the office brandishing a large knife. "Where is that f**king b*stard!!"

Peabody hid behind Denise as his wife tried to slaughter him there.

"You f**king COWARD! If you wanted some action why

Rob-rite
05-07-2005, 03:58 AM
"I can't breathe!" The blind girl gasped as she fumbled for her inhaler. Those dreams of mangled flesh always resulted in an asthma attack. Too many times she was alone dealing with this, so she thought.

He emerged from behind the curtains with a huge presence, she could feel immediately. "Miss me?" she heard his raspy, beer drenched voice ask. Still gasping, she fumbled around trying to make her breathing slow down.

"Dr. Peabody!" Sara cried, "Help me!"

"Now Sara dear. Dr. Peabody is a hopeless drunk," said the nurse from the doorway. Sara gasped as she felt Robert, the intern, wrap the straight jacket around her.

"NO! Don't you see I'm having an asthma attack. Give me something!"

Dr. Peabody stumbled into the room. "Hel--lll--ooo sweet cheeks! Did you think I'd forget about your breast and pelvic exams?" He fell over and hit his head against something that made a loud clang. "What the hell is this puddle doing in the middle--did you pee, Robert?"

"No, doctor, she did. She wet herself and the door guard and is now unconscious. I just gave her the demerol."

"Cretin! She's allergic to that stuff," he said whilst slapping the intern. "Are you trying to kill her?"

"Actually, yes, doctor," Robert whispered. "Sara was my lover."

"But, why would you even consider demerol? You know I'm running low, and there are absolutely no ways to get more since my license was recently revoked."

Denise, the nurse-who was mean and jealous, because she was secretly in love with Dr. Raymond Peabody, as was Sara-started freaking out. "I need that woman dead. Let's try something different."

Sara began screaming.

The phone rang. "Under control, everyone! Your wife, Katarina," said the secretary. "She is on line 1, Dr. Peabody. She sounds hysterical!"

Peabody grabbed the phone and said, "Hello darlin..nice of you to.....honey, calm down, that's just Sara, the nut case screaming. Everything's fine....Should be home..."

"RAYMOND!! You bastard! Why didn't you feed the fish?"

Peabody blushed. "Sweetie, I'm a little busy. Bye now."

Sara struggled with her straight jacket. "Take this off! I'm not certifiably looney. I'm just a little bit out of blink-sync."

The phone rang again. Peabody raged. "My wife again! Somebody kill her!"

"I heard that lizzard's blood is effective," said Denise. "We should find a nice big toad to go in her soup, or maybe a black shelob..."

"Heck, whatever it takes! Let's just do it!"

"The phone bill is due."

"What?! Go down and pay it! We're trying to stay in business."

"How am I gonna pay without killin' the girl? Her trust fund..."

Suddenly Katarina stormed into the office brandishing a large knife. "Where is that f**king b*stard!!"

Peabody hid behind Denise as his wife tried to slaughter him there.

"You f**king COWARD! If you wanted some action why didn't you come

rhymegirl
05-07-2005, 04:04 AM
"I can't breathe!" The blind girl gasped as she fumbled for her inhaler. Those dreams of mangled flesh always resulted in an asthma attack. Too many times she was alone dealing with this, so she thought.

He emerged from behind the curtains with a huge presence, she could feel immediately. "Miss me?" she heard his raspy, beer drenched voice ask. Still gasping, she fumbled around trying to make her breathing slow down.

"Dr. Peabody!" Sara cried, "Help me!"

"Now Sara dear. Dr. Peabody is a hopeless drunk," said the nurse from the doorway. Sara gasped as she felt Robert, the intern, wrap the straight jacket around her.

"NO! Don't you see I'm having an asthma attack. Give me something!"

Dr. Peabody stumbled into the room. "Hel--lll--ooo sweet cheeks! Did you think I'd forget about your breast and pelvic exams?" He fell over and hit his head against something that made a loud clang. "What the hell is this puddle doing in the middle--did you pee, Robert?"

"No, doctor, she did. She wet herself and the door guard and is now unconscious. I just gave her the demerol."

"Cretin! She's allergic to that stuff," he said whilst slapping the intern. "Are you trying to kill her?"

"Actually, yes, doctor," Robert whispered. "Sara was my lover."

"But, why would you even consider demerol? You know I'm running low, and there are absolutely no ways to get more since my license was recently revoked."

Denise, the nurse-who was mean and jealous, because she was secretly in love with Dr. Raymond Peabody, as was Sara-started freaking out. "I need that woman dead. Let's try something different."

Sara began screaming.

The phone rang. "Under control, everyone! Your wife, Katarina," said the secretary. "She is on line 1, Dr. Peabody. She sounds hysterical!"

Peabody grabbed the phone and said, "Hello darlin..nice of you to.....honey, calm down, that's just Sara, the nut case screaming. Everything's fine....Should be home..."

"RAYMOND!! You bastard! Why didn't you feed the fish?"

Peabody blushed. "Sweetie, I'm a little busy. Bye now."

Sara struggled with her straight jacket. "Take this off! I'm not certifiably looney. I'm just a little bit out of blink-sync."

The phone rang again. Peabody raged. "My wife again! Somebody kill her!"

"I heard that lizzard's blood is effective," said Denise. "We should find a nice big toad to go in her soup, or maybe a black shelob..."

"Heck, whatever it takes! Let's just do it!"

"The phone bill is due."

"What?! Go down and pay it! We're trying to stay in business."

"How am I gonna pay without killin' the girl? Her trust fund..."

Suddenly Katarina stormed into the office brandishing a large knife. "Where is that f**king b*stard!!"

Peabody hid behind Denise as his wife tried to slaughter him there.

"You f**king COWARD! If you wanted some action why didn't you come home? I could

Rob-rite
05-07-2005, 04:06 AM
"I can't breathe!" The blind girl gasped as she fumbled for her inhaler. Those dreams of mangled flesh always resulted in an asthma attack. Too many times she was alone dealing with this, so she thought.

He emerged from behind the curtains with a huge presence, she could feel immediately. "Miss me?" she heard his raspy, beer drenched voice ask. Still gasping, she fumbled around trying to make her breathing slow down.

"Dr. Peabody!" Sara cried, "Help me!"

"Now Sara dear. Dr. Peabody is a hopeless drunk," said the nurse from the doorway. Sara gasped as she felt Robert, the intern, wrap the straight jacket around her.

"NO! Don't you see I'm having an asthma attack. Give me something!"

Dr. Peabody stumbled into the room. "Hel--lll--ooo sweet cheeks! Did you think I'd forget about your breast and pelvic exams?" He fell over and hit his head against something that made a loud clang. "What the hell is this puddle doing in the middle--did you pee, Robert?"

"No, doctor, she did. She wet herself and the door guard and is now unconscious. I just gave her the demerol."

"Cretin! She's allergic to that stuff," he said whilst slapping the intern. "Are you trying to kill her?"

"Actually, yes, doctor," Robert whispered. "Sara was my lover."

"But, why would you even consider demerol? You know I'm running low, and there are absolutely no ways to get more since my license was recently revoked."

Denise, the nurse-who was mean and jealous, because she was secretly in love with Dr. Raymond Peabody, as was Sara-started freaking out. "I need that woman dead. Let's try something different."

Sara began screaming.

The phone rang. "Under control, everyone! Your wife, Katarina," said the secretary. "She is on line 1, Dr. Peabody. She sounds hysterical!"

Peabody grabbed the phone and said, "Hello darlin..nice of you to.....honey, calm down, that's just Sara, the nut case screaming. Everything's fine....Should be home..."

"RAYMOND!! You bastard! Why didn't you feed the fish?"

Peabody blushed. "Sweetie, I'm a little busy. Bye now."

Sara struggled with her straight jacket. "Take this off! I'm not certifiably looney. I'm just a little bit out of blink-sync."

The phone rang again. Peabody raged. "My wife again! Somebody kill her!"

"I heard that lizzard's blood is effective," said Denise. "We should find a nice big toad to go in her soup, or maybe a black shelob..."

"Heck, whatever it takes! Let's just do it!"

"The phone bill is due."

"What?! Go down and pay it! We're trying to stay in business."

"How am I gonna pay without killin' the girl? Her trust fund..."

Suddenly Katarina stormed into the office brandishing a large knife. "Where is that f**king b*stard!!"

Peabody hid behind Denise as his wife tried to slaughter him there.

"You f**king COWARD! If you wanted some action why didn't you come home? I could have given you

rhymegirl
05-07-2005, 04:10 AM
"I can't breathe!" The blind girl gasped as she fumbled for her inhaler. Those dreams of mangled flesh always resulted in an asthma attack. Too many times she was alone dealing with this, so she thought.

He emerged from behind the curtains with a huge presence, she could feel immediately. "Miss me?" she heard his raspy, beer drenched voice ask. Still gasping, she fumbled around trying to make her breathing slow down.

"Dr. Peabody!" Sara cried, "Help me!"

"Now Sara dear. Dr. Peabody is a hopeless drunk," said the nurse from the doorway. Sara gasped as she felt Robert, the intern, wrap the straight jacket around her.

"NO! Don't you see I'm having an asthma attack. Give me something!"

Dr. Peabody stumbled into the room. "Hel--lll--ooo sweet cheeks! Did you think I'd forget about your breast and pelvic exams?" He fell over and hit his head against something that made a loud clang. "What the hell is this puddle doing in the middle--did you pee, Robert?"

"No, doctor, she did. She wet herself and the door guard and is now unconscious. I just gave her the demerol."

"Cretin! She's allergic to that stuff," he said whilst slapping the intern. "Are you trying to kill her?"

"Actually, yes, doctor," Robert whispered. "Sara was my lover."

"But, why would you even consider demerol? You know I'm running low, and there are absolutely no ways to get more since my license was recently revoked."

Denise, the nurse-who was mean and jealous, because she was secretly in love with Dr. Raymond Peabody, as was Sara-started freaking out. "I need that woman dead. Let's try something different."

Sara began screaming.

The phone rang. "Under control, everyone! Your wife, Katarina," said the secretary. "She is on line 1, Dr. Peabody. She sounds hysterical!"

Peabody grabbed the phone and said, "Hello darlin..nice of you to.....honey, calm down, that's just Sara, the nut case screaming. Everything's fine....Should be home..."

"RAYMOND!! You bastard! Why didn't you feed the fish?"

Peabody blushed. "Sweetie, I'm a little busy. Bye now."

Sara struggled with her straight jacket. "Take this off! I'm not certifiably looney. I'm just a little bit out of blink-sync."

The phone rang again. Peabody raged. "My wife again! Somebody kill her!"

"I heard that lizzard's blood is effective," said Denise. "We should find a nice big toad to go in her soup, or maybe a black shelob..."

"Heck, whatever it takes! Let's just do it!"

"The phone bill is due."

"What?! Go down and pay it! We're trying to stay in business."

"How am I gonna pay without killin' the girl? Her trust fund..."

Suddenly Katarina stormed into the office brandishing a large knife. "Where is that f**king b*stard!!"

Peabody hid behind Denise as his wife tried to slaughter him there.

"You f**king COWARD! If you wanted some action why didn't you come home? I could have given you..."

Denise interrupted. "Your

BlakeOvard
05-07-2005, 09:48 AM
"I can't breathe!" The blind girl gasped as she fumbled for her inhaler. Those dreams of mangled flesh always resulted in an asthma attack. Too many times she was alone dealing with this, so she thought.

He emerged from behind the curtains with a huge presence, she could feel immediately. "Miss me?" she heard his raspy, beer drenched voice ask. Still gasping, she fumbled around trying to make her breathing slow down.

"Dr. Peabody!" Sara cried, "Help me!"

"Now Sara dear. Dr. Peabody is a hopeless drunk," said the nurse from the doorway. Sara gasped as she felt Robert, the intern, wrap the straight jacket around her.

"NO! Don't you see I'm having an asthma attack. Give me something!"

Dr. Peabody stumbled into the room. "Hel--lll--ooo sweet cheeks! Did you think I'd forget about your breast and pelvic exams?" He fell over and hit his head against something that made a loud clang. "What the hell is this puddle doing in the middle--did you pee, Robert?"

"No, doctor, she did. She wet herself and the door guard and is now unconscious. I just gave her the demerol."

"Cretin! She's allergic to that stuff," he said whilst slapping the intern. "Are you trying to kill her?"

"Actually, yes, doctor," Robert whispered. "Sara was my lover."

"But, why would you even consider demerol? You know I'm running low, and there are absolutely no ways to get more since my license was recently revoked."

Denise, the nurse-who was mean and jealous, because she was secretly in love with Dr. Raymond Peabody, as was Sara-started freaking out. "I need that woman dead. Let's try something different."

Sara began screaming.

The phone rang. "Under control, everyone! Your wife, Katarina," said the secretary. "She is on line 1, Dr. Peabody. She sounds hysterical!"

Peabody grabbed the phone and said, "Hello darlin..nice of you to.....honey, calm down, that's just Sara, the nut case screaming. Everything's fine....Should be home..."

"RAYMOND!! You bastard! Why didn't you feed the fish?"

Peabody blushed. "Sweetie, I'm a little busy. Bye now."

Sara struggled with her straight jacket. "Take this off! I'm not certifiably looney. I'm just a little bit out of blink-sync."

The phone rang again. Peabody raged. "My wife again! Somebody kill her!"

"I heard that lizzard's blood is effective," said Denise. "We should find a nice big toad to go in her soup, or maybe a black shelob..."

"Heck, whatever it takes! Let's just do it!"

"The phone bill is due."

"What?! Go down and pay it! We're trying to stay in business."

"How am I gonna pay without killin' the girl? Her trust fund..."

Suddenly Katarina stormed into the office brandishing a large knife. "Where is that f**king b*stard!!"

Peabody hid behind Denise as his wife tried to slaughter him there.

"You f**king COWARD! If you wanted some action why didn't you come home? I could have given you..."

Denise interrupted. "Your order is ready

rhymegirl
05-07-2005, 06:35 PM
"I can't breathe!" The blind girl gasped as she fumbled for her inhaler. Those dreams of mangled flesh always resulted in an asthma attack. Too many times she was alone dealing with this, so she thought.

He emerged from behind the curtains with a huge presence, she could feel immediately. "Miss me?" she heard his raspy, beer drenched voice ask. Still gasping, she fumbled around trying to make her breathing slow down.

"Dr. Peabody!" Sara cried, "Help me!"

"Now Sara dear. Dr. Peabody is a hopeless drunk," said the nurse from the doorway. Sara gasped as she felt Robert, the intern, wrap the straight jacket around her.

"NO! Don't you see I'm having an asthma attack. Give me something!"

Dr. Peabody stumbled into the room. "Hel--lll--ooo sweet cheeks! Did you think I'd forget about your breast and pelvic exams?" He fell over and hit his head against something that made a loud clang. "What the hell is this puddle doing in the middle--did you pee, Robert?"

"No, doctor, she did. She wet herself and the door guard and is now unconscious. I just gave her the demerol."

"Cretin! She's allergic to that stuff," he said whilst slapping the intern. "Are you trying to kill her?"

"Actually, yes, doctor," Robert whispered. "Sara was my lover."

"But, why would you even consider demerol? You know I'm running low, and there are absolutely no ways to get more since my license was recently revoked."

Denise, the nurse-who was mean and jealous, because she was secretly in love with Dr. Raymond Peabody, as was Sara-started freaking out. "I need that woman dead. Let's try something different."

Sara began screaming.

The phone rang. "Under control, everyone! Your wife, Katarina," said the secretary. "She is on line 1, Dr. Peabody. She sounds hysterical!"

Peabody grabbed the phone and said, "Hello darlin..nice of you to.....honey, calm down, that's just Sara, the nut case screaming. Everything's fine....Should be home..."

"RAYMOND!! You bastard! Why didn't you feed the fish?"

Peabody blushed. "Sweetie, I'm a little busy. Bye now."

Sara struggled with her straight jacket. "Take this off! I'm not certifiably looney. I'm just a little bit out of blink-sync."

The phone rang again. Peabody raged. "My wife again! Somebody kill her!"

"I heard that lizzard's blood is effective," said Denise. "We should find a nice big toad to go in her soup, or maybe a black shelob..."

"Heck, whatever it takes! Let's just do it!"

"The phone bill is due."

"What?! Go down and pay it! We're trying to stay in business."

"How am I gonna pay without killin' the girl? Her trust fund..."

Suddenly Katarina stormed into the office brandishing a large knife. "Where is that f**king b*stard!!"

Peabody hid behind Denise as his wife tried to slaughter him there.

"You f**king COWARD! If you wanted some action why didn't you come home? I could have given you..."

Denise interrupted. "Your order is ready."

"What the hell

BlakeOvard
05-07-2005, 07:42 PM
"I can't breathe!" The blind girl gasped as she fumbled for her inhaler. Those dreams of mangled flesh always resulted in an asthma attack. Too many times she was alone dealing with this, so she thought.

He emerged from behind the curtains with a huge presence, she could feel immediately. "Miss me?" she heard his raspy, beer drenched voice ask. Still gasping, she fumbled around trying to make her breathing slow down.

"Dr. Peabody!" Sara cried, "Help me!"

"Now Sara dear. Dr. Peabody is a hopeless drunk," said the nurse from the doorway. Sara gasped as she felt Robert, the intern, wrap the straight jacket around her.

"NO! Don't you see I'm having an asthma attack. Give me something!"

Dr. Peabody stumbled into the room. "Hel--lll--ooo sweet cheeks! Did you think I'd forget about your breast and pelvic exams?" He fell over and hit his head against something that made a loud clang. "What the hell is this puddle doing in the middle--did you pee, Robert?"

"No, doctor, she did. She wet herself and the door guard and is now unconscious. I just gave her the demerol."

"Cretin! She's allergic to that stuff," he said whilst slapping the intern. "Are you trying to kill her?"

"Actually, yes, doctor," Robert whispered. "Sara was my lover."

"But, why would you even consider demerol? You know I'm running low, and there are absolutely no ways to get more since my license was recently revoked."

Denise, the nurse-who was mean and jealous, because she was secretly in love with Dr. Raymond Peabody, as was Sara-started freaking out. "I need that woman dead. Let's try something different."

Sara began screaming.

The phone rang. "Under control, everyone! Your wife, Katarina," said the secretary. "She is on line 1, Dr. Peabody. She sounds hysterical!"

Peabody grabbed the phone and said, "Hello darlin..nice of you to.....honey, calm down, that's just Sara, the nut case screaming. Everything's fine....Should be home..."

"RAYMOND!! You bastard! Why didn't you feed the fish?"

Peabody blushed. "Sweetie, I'm a little busy. Bye now."

Sara struggled with her straight jacket. "Take this off! I'm not certifiably looney. I'm just a little bit out of blink-sync."

The phone rang again. Peabody raged. "My wife again! Somebody kill her!"

"I heard that lizzard's blood is effective," said Denise. "We should find a nice big toad to go in her soup, or maybe a black shelob..."

"Heck, whatever it takes! Let's just do it!"

"The phone bill is due."

"What?! Go down and pay it! We're trying to stay in business."

"How am I gonna pay without killin' the girl? Her trust fund..."

Suddenly Katarina stormed into the office brandishing a large knife. "Where is that f**king b*stard!!"

Peabody hid behind Denise as his wife tried to slaughter him there.

"You f**king COWARD! If you wanted some action why didn't you come home? I could have given you..."

Denise interrupted. "Your order is ready."

"What the hell is that supposed

rhymegirl
05-07-2005, 07:49 PM
"I can't breathe!" The blind girl gasped as she fumbled for her inhaler. Those dreams of mangled flesh always resulted in an asthma attack. Too many times she was alone dealing with this, so she thought.

He emerged from behind the curtains with a huge presence, she could feel immediately. "Miss me?" she heard his raspy, beer drenched voice ask. Still gasping, she fumbled around trying to make her breathing slow down.

"Dr. Peabody!" Sara cried, "Help me!"

"Now Sara dear. Dr. Peabody is a hopeless drunk," said the nurse from the doorway. Sara gasped as she felt Robert, the intern, wrap the straight jacket around her.

"NO! Don't you see I'm having an asthma attack. Give me something!"

Dr. Peabody stumbled into the room. "Hel--lll--ooo sweet cheeks! Did you think I'd forget about your breast and pelvic exams?" He fell over and hit his head against something that made a loud clang. "What the hell is this puddle doing in the middle--did you pee, Robert?"

"No, doctor, she did. She wet herself and the door guard and is now unconscious. I just gave her the demerol."

"Cretin! She's allergic to that stuff," he said whilst slapping the intern. "Are you trying to kill her?"

"Actually, yes, doctor," Robert whispered. "Sara was my lover."

"But, why would you even consider demerol? You know I'm running low, and there are absolutely no ways to get more since my license was recently revoked."

Denise, the nurse-who was mean and jealous, because she was secretly in love with Dr. Raymond Peabody, as was Sara-started freaking out. "I need that woman dead. Let's try something different."

Sara began screaming.

The phone rang. "Under control, everyone! Your wife, Katarina," said the secretary. "She is on line 1, Dr. Peabody. She sounds hysterical!"

Peabody grabbed the phone and said, "Hello darlin..nice of you to.....honey, calm down, that's just Sara, the nut case screaming. Everything's fine....Should be home..."

"RAYMOND!! You bastard! Why didn't you feed the fish?"

Peabody blushed. "Sweetie, I'm a little busy. Bye now."

Sara struggled with her straight jacket. "Take this off! I'm not certifiably looney. I'm just a little bit out of blink-sync."

The phone rang again. Peabody raged. "My wife again! Somebody kill her!"

"I heard that lizzard's blood is effective," said Denise. "We should find a nice big toad to go in her soup, or maybe a black shelob..."

"Heck, whatever it takes! Let's just do it!"

"The phone bill is due."

"What?! Go down and pay it! We're trying to stay in business."

"How am I gonna pay without killin' the girl? Her trust fund..."

Suddenly Katarina stormed into the office brandishing a large knife. "Where is that f**king b*stard!!"

Peabody hid behind Denise as his wife tried to slaughter him there.

"You f**king COWARD! If you wanted some action why didn't you come home? I could have given you..."

Denise interrupted. "Your order is ready."

"What the hell is that supposed to mean?" Katarina

BlakeOvard
05-07-2005, 07:55 PM
"I can't breathe!" The blind girl gasped as she fumbled for her inhaler. Those dreams of mangled flesh always resulted in an asthma attack. Too many times she was alone dealing with this, so she thought.

He emerged from behind the curtains with a huge presence, she could feel immediately. "Miss me?" she heard his raspy, beer drenched voice ask. Still gasping, she fumbled around trying to make her breathing slow down.

"Dr. Peabody!" Sara cried, "Help me!"

"Now Sara dear. Dr. Peabody is a hopeless drunk," said the nurse from the doorway. Sara gasped as she felt Robert, the intern, wrap the straight jacket around her.

"NO! Don't you see I'm having an asthma attack. Give me something!"

Dr. Peabody stumbled into the room. "Hel--lll--ooo sweet cheeks! Did you think I'd forget about your breast and pelvic exams?" He fell over and hit his head against something that made a loud clang. "What the hell is this puddle doing in the middle--did you pee, Robert?"

"No, doctor, she did. She wet herself and the door guard and is now unconscious. I just gave her the demerol."

"Cretin! She's allergic to that stuff," he said whilst slapping the intern. "Are you trying to kill her?"

"Actually, yes, doctor," Robert whispered. "Sara was my lover."

"But, why would you even consider demerol? You know I'm running low, and there are absolutely no ways to get more since my license was recently revoked."

Denise, the nurse-who was mean and jealous, because she was secretly in love with Dr. Raymond Peabody, as was Sara-started freaking out. "I need that woman dead. Let's try something different."

Sara began screaming.

The phone rang. "Under control, everyone! Your wife, Katarina," said the secretary. "She is on line 1, Dr. Peabody. She sounds hysterical!"

Peabody grabbed the phone and said, "Hello darlin..nice of you to.....honey, calm down, that's just Sara, the nut case screaming. Everything's fine....Should be home..."

"RAYMOND!! You bastard! Why didn't you feed the fish?"

Peabody blushed. "Sweetie, I'm a little busy. Bye now."

Sara struggled with her straight jacket. "Take this off! I'm not certifiably looney. I'm just a little bit out of blink-sync."

The phone rang again. Peabody raged. "My wife again! Somebody kill her!"

"I heard that lizzard's blood is effective," said Denise. "We should find a nice big toad to go in her soup, or maybe a black shelob..."

"Heck, whatever it takes! Let's just do it!"

"The phone bill is due."

"What?! Go down and pay it! We're trying to stay in business."

"How am I gonna pay without killin' the girl? Her trust fund..."

Suddenly Katarina stormed into the office brandishing a large knife. "Where is that f**king b*stard!!"

Peabody hid behind Denise as his wife tried to slaughter him there.

"You f**king COWARD! If you wanted some action why didn't you come home? I could have given you..."

Denise interrupted. "Your order is ready."

"What the hell is that supposed to mean?" Katarina, confused, lowered her

rhymegirl
05-07-2005, 09:07 PM
"I can't breathe!" The blind girl gasped as she fumbled for her inhaler. Those dreams of mangled flesh always resulted in an asthma attack. Too many times she was alone dealing with this, so she thought.

He emerged from behind the curtains with a huge presence, she could feel immediately. "Miss me?" she heard his raspy, beer drenched voice ask. Still gasping, she fumbled around trying to make her breathing slow down.

"Dr. Peabody!" Sara cried, "Help me!"

"Now Sara dear. Dr. Peabody is a hopeless drunk," said the nurse from the doorway. Sara gasped as she felt Robert, the intern, wrap the straight jacket around her.

"NO! Don't you see I'm having an asthma attack. Give me something!"

Dr. Peabody stumbled into the room. "Hel--lll--ooo sweet cheeks! Did you think I'd forget about your breast and pelvic exams?" He fell over and hit his head against something that made a loud clang. "What the hell is this puddle doing in the middle--did you pee, Robert?"

"No, doctor, she did. She wet herself and the door guard and is now unconscious. I just gave her the demerol."

"Cretin! She's allergic to that stuff," he said whilst slapping the intern. "Are you trying to kill her?"

"Actually, yes, doctor," Robert whispered. "Sara was my lover."

"But, why would you even consider demerol? You know I'm running low, and there are absolutely no ways to get more since my license was recently revoked."

Denise, the nurse-who was mean and jealous, because she was secretly in love with Dr. Raymond Peabody, as was Sara-started freaking out. "I need that woman dead. Let's try something different."

Sara began screaming.

The phone rang. "Under control, everyone! Your wife, Katarina," said the secretary. "She is on line 1, Dr. Peabody. She sounds hysterical!"

Peabody grabbed the phone and said, "Hello darlin..nice of you to.....honey, calm down, that's just Sara, the nut case screaming. Everything's fine....Should be home..."

"RAYMOND!! You bastard! Why didn't you feed the fish?"

Peabody blushed. "Sweetie, I'm a little busy. Bye now."

Sara struggled with her straight jacket. "Take this off! I'm not certifiably looney. I'm just a little bit out of blink-sync."

The phone rang again. Peabody raged. "My wife again! Somebody kill her!"

"I heard that lizzard's blood is effective," said Denise. "We should find a nice big toad to go in her soup, or maybe a black shelob..."

"Heck, whatever it takes! Let's just do it!"

"The phone bill is due."

"What?! Go down and pay it! We're trying to stay in business."

"How am I gonna pay without killin' the girl? Her trust fund..."

Suddenly Katarina stormed into the office brandishing a large knife. "Where is that f**king b*stard!!"

Peabody hid behind Denise as his wife tried to slaughter him there.

"You f**king COWARD! If you wanted some action why didn't you come home? I could have given you..."

Denise interrupted. "Your order is ready."

"What the hell is that supposed to mean?" Katarina, confused, lowered her knife.

Denise grabbed

BlakeOvard
05-07-2005, 11:49 PM
"I can't breathe!" The blind girl gasped as she fumbled for her inhaler. Those dreams of mangled flesh always resulted in an asthma attack. Too many times she was alone dealing with this, so she thought.

He emerged from behind the curtains with a huge presence, she could feel immediately. "Miss me?" she heard his raspy, beer drenched voice ask. Still gasping, she fumbled around trying to make her breathing slow down.

"Dr. Peabody!" Sara cried, "Help me!"

"Now Sara dear. Dr. Peabody is a hopeless drunk," said the nurse from the doorway. Sara gasped as she felt Robert, the intern, wrap the straight jacket around her.

"NO! Don't you see I'm having an asthma attack. Give me something!"

Dr. Peabody stumbled into the room. "Hel--lll--ooo sweet cheeks! Did you think I'd forget about your breast and pelvic exams?" He fell over and hit his head against something that made a loud clang. "What the hell is this puddle doing in the middle--did you pee, Robert?"

"No, doctor, she did. She wet herself and the door guard and is now unconscious. I just gave her the demerol."

"Cretin! She's allergic to that stuff," he said whilst slapping the intern. "Are you trying to kill her?"

"Actually, yes, doctor," Robert whispered. "Sara was my lover."

"But, why would you even consider demerol? You know I'm running low, and there are absolutely no ways to get more since my license was recently revoked."

Denise, the nurse-who was mean and jealous, because she was secretly in love with Dr. Raymond Peabody, as was Sara-started freaking out. "I need that woman dead. Let's try something different."

Sara began screaming.

The phone rang. "Under control, everyone! Your wife, Katarina," said the secretary. "She is on line 1, Dr. Peabody. She sounds hysterical!"

Peabody grabbed the phone and said, "Hello darlin..nice of you to.....honey, calm down, that's just Sara, the nut case screaming. Everything's fine....Should be home..."

"RAYMOND!! You bastard! Why didn't you feed the fish?"

Peabody blushed. "Sweetie, I'm a little busy. Bye now."

Sara struggled with her straight jacket. "Take this off! I'm not certifiably looney. I'm just a little bit out of blink-sync."

The phone rang again. Peabody raged. "My wife again! Somebody kill her!"

"I heard that lizzard's blood is effective," said Denise. "We should find a nice big toad to go in her soup, or maybe a black shelob..."

"Heck, whatever it takes! Let's just do it!"

"The phone bill is due."

"What?! Go down and pay it! We're trying to stay in business."

"How am I gonna pay without killin' the girl? Her trust fund..."

Suddenly Katarina stormed into the office brandishing a large knife. "Where is that f**king b*stard!!"

Peabody hid behind Denise as his wife tried to slaughter him there.

"You f**king COWARD! If you wanted some action why didn't you come home? I could have given you..."

Denise interrupted. "Your order is ready."

"What the hell is that supposed to mean?" Katarina, confused, lowered her knife.

Denise grabbed Katrina's arm, plunging

rhymegirl
05-08-2005, 12:48 AM
"I can't breathe!" The blind girl gasped as she fumbled for her inhaler. Those dreams of mangled flesh always resulted in an asthma attack. Too many times she was alone dealing with this, so she thought.

He emerged from behind the curtains with a huge presence, she could feel immediately. "Miss me?" she heard his raspy, beer drenched voice ask. Still gasping, she fumbled around trying to make her breathing slow down.

"Dr. Peabody!" Sara cried, "Help me!"

"Now Sara dear. Dr. Peabody is a hopeless drunk," said the nurse from the doorway. Sara gasped as she felt Robert, the intern, wrap the straight jacket around her.

"NO! Don't you see I'm having an asthma attack. Give me something!"

Dr. Peabody stumbled into the room. "Hel--lll--ooo sweet cheeks! Did you think I'd forget about your breast and pelvic exams?" He fell over and hit his head against something that made a loud clang. "What the hell is this puddle doing in the middle--did you pee, Robert?"

"No, doctor, she did. She wet herself and the door guard and is now unconscious. I just gave her the demerol."

"Cretin! She's allergic to that stuff," he said whilst slapping the intern. "Are you trying to kill her?"

"Actually, yes, doctor," Robert whispered. "Sara was my lover."

"But, why would you even consider demerol? You know I'm running low, and there are absolutely no ways to get more since my license was recently revoked."

Denise, the nurse-who was mean and jealous, because she was secretly in love with Dr. Raymond Peabody, as was Sara-started freaking out. "I need that woman dead. Let's try something different."

Sara began screaming.

The phone rang. "Under control, everyone! Your wife, Katarina," said the secretary. "She is on line 1, Dr. Peabody. She sounds hysterical!"

Peabody grabbed the phone and said, "Hello darlin..nice of you to.....honey, calm down, that's just Sara, the nut case screaming. Everything's fine....Should be home..."

"RAYMOND!! You bastard! Why didn't you feed the fish?"

Peabody blushed. "Sweetie, I'm a little busy. Bye now."

Sara struggled with her straight jacket. "Take this off! I'm not certifiably looney. I'm just a little bit out of blink-sync."

The phone rang again. Peabody raged. "My wife again! Somebody kill her!"

"I heard that lizzard's blood is effective," said Denise. "We should find a nice big toad to go in her soup, or maybe a black shelob..."

"Heck, whatever it takes! Let's just do it!"

"The phone bill is due."

"What?! Go down and pay it! We're trying to stay in business."

"How am I gonna pay without killin' the girl? Her trust fund..."

Suddenly Katarina stormed into the office brandishing a large knife. "Where is that f**king b*stard!!"

Peabody hid behind Denise as his wife tried to slaughter him there.

"You f**king COWARD! If you wanted some action why didn't you come home? I could have given you..."

Denise interrupted. "Your order is ready."

"What the hell is that supposed to mean?" Katarina, confused, lowered her knife.

Denise grabbed Katrina's arm, plunging the knife into

Eveningsdawn
05-08-2005, 02:57 AM
"I can't breathe!" The blind girl gasped as she fumbled for her inhaler. Those dreams of mangled flesh always resulted in an asthma attack. Too many times she was alone dealing with this, so she thought.

He emerged from behind the curtains with a huge presence, she could feel immediately. "Miss me?" she heard his raspy, beer drenched voice ask. Still gasping, she fumbled around trying to make her breathing slow down.

"Dr. Peabody!" Sara cried, "Help me!"

"Now Sara dear. Dr. Peabody is a hopeless drunk," said the nurse from the doorway. Sara gasped as she felt Robert, the intern, wrap the straight jacket around her.

"NO! Don't you see I'm having an asthma attack. Give me something!"

Dr. Peabody stumbled into the room. "Hel--lll--ooo sweet cheeks! Did you think I'd forget about your breast and pelvic exams?" He fell over and hit his head against something that made a loud clang. "What the hell is this puddle doing in the middle--did you pee, Robert?"

"No, doctor, she did. She wet herself and the door guard and is now unconscious. I just gave her the demerol."

"Cretin! She's allergic to that stuff," he said whilst slapping the intern. "Are you trying to kill her?"

"Actually, yes, doctor," Robert whispered. "Sara was my lover."

"But, why would you even consider demerol? You know I'm running low, and there are absolutely no ways to get more since my license was recently revoked."

Denise, the nurse-who was mean and jealous, because she was secretly in love with Dr. Raymond Peabody, as was Sara-started freaking out. "I need that woman dead. Let's try something different."

Sara began screaming.

The phone rang. "Under control, everyone! Your wife, Katarina," said the secretary. "She is on line 1, Dr. Peabody. She sounds hysterical!"

Peabody grabbed the phone and said, "Hello darlin..nice of you to.....honey, calm down, that's just Sara, the nut case screaming. Everything's fine....Should be home..."

"RAYMOND!! You bastard! Why didn't you feed the fish?"

Peabody blushed. "Sweetie, I'm a little busy. Bye now."

Sara struggled with her straight jacket. "Take this off! I'm not certifiably looney. I'm just a little bit out of blink-sync."

The phone rang again. Peabody raged. "My wife again! Somebody kill her!"

"I heard that lizzard's blood is effective," said Denise. "We should find a nice big toad to go in her soup, or maybe a black shelob..."

"Heck, whatever it takes! Let's just do it!"

"The phone bill is due."

"What?! Go down and pay it! We're trying to stay in business."

"How am I gonna pay without killin' the girl? Her trust fund..."

Suddenly Katarina stormed into the office brandishing a large knife. "Where is that f**king b*stard!!"

Peabody hid behind Denise as his wife tried to slaughter him there.

"You f**king COWARD! If you wanted some action why didn't you come home? I could have given you..."

Denise interrupted. "Your order is ready."

"What the hell is that supposed to mean?" Katarina, confused, lowered her knife.

Denise grabbed Katrina's arm, plunging the knife into the pillow, which

rhymegirl
05-08-2005, 04:24 AM
"I can't breathe!" The blind girl gasped as she fumbled for her inhaler. Those dreams of mangled flesh always resulted in an asthma attack. Too many times she was alone dealing with this, so she thought.

He emerged from behind the curtains with a huge presence, she could feel immediately. "Miss me?" she heard his raspy, beer drenched voice ask. Still gasping, she fumbled around trying to make her breathing slow down.

"Dr. Peabody!" Sara cried, "Help me!"

"Now Sara dear. Dr. Peabody is a hopeless drunk," said the nurse from the doorway. Sara gasped as she felt Robert, the intern, wrap the straight jacket around her.

"NO! Don't you see I'm having an asthma attack. Give me something!"

Dr. Peabody stumbled into the room. "Hel--lll--ooo sweet cheeks! Did you think I'd forget about your breast and pelvic exams?" He fell over and hit his head against something that made a loud clang. "What the hell is this puddle doing in the middle--did you pee, Robert?"

"No, doctor, she did. She wet herself and the door guard and is now unconscious. I just gave her the demerol."

"Cretin! She's allergic to that stuff," he said whilst slapping the intern. "Are you trying to kill her?"

"Actually, yes, doctor," Robert whispered. "Sara was my lover."

"But, why would you even consider demerol? You know I'm running low, and there are absolutely no ways to get more since my license was recently revoked."

Denise, the nurse-who was mean and jealous, because she was secretly in love with Dr. Raymond Peabody, as was Sara-started freaking out. "I need that woman dead. Let's try something different."

Sara began screaming.

The phone rang. "Under control, everyone! Your wife, Katarina," said the secretary. "She is on line 1, Dr. Peabody. She sounds hysterical!"

Peabody grabbed the phone and said, "Hello darlin..nice of you to.....honey, calm down, that's just Sara, the nut case screaming. Everything's fine....Should be home..."

"RAYMOND!! You bastard! Why didn't you feed the fish?"

Peabody blushed. "Sweetie, I'm a little busy. Bye now."

Sara struggled with her straight jacket. "Take this off! I'm not certifiably looney. I'm just a little bit out of blink-sync."

The phone rang again. Peabody raged. "My wife again! Somebody kill her!"

"I heard that lizzard's blood is effective," said Denise. "We should find a nice big toad to go in her soup, or maybe a black shelob..."

"Heck, whatever it takes! Let's just do it!"

"The phone bill is due."

"What?! Go down and pay it! We're trying to stay in business."

"How am I gonna pay without killin' the girl? Her trust fund..."

Suddenly Katarina stormed into the office brandishing a large knife. "Where is that f**king b*stard!!"

Peabody hid behind Denise as his wife tried to slaughter him there.

"You f**king COWARD! If you wanted some action why didn't you come home? I could have given you..."

Denise interrupted. "Your order is ready."

"What the hell is that supposed to mean?" Katarina, confused, lowered her knife.

Denise grabbed Katrina's arm, plunging the knife into the pillow, which released feathers into

poetinahat
05-09-2005, 11:20 AM
"I can't breathe!" The blind girl gasped as she fumbled for her inhaler. Those dreams of mangled flesh always resulted in an asthma attack. Too many times she was alone dealing with this, so she thought.

He emerged from behind the curtains with a huge presence, she could feel immediately. "Miss me?" she heard his raspy, beer drenched voice ask. Still gasping, she fumbled around trying to make her breathing slow down.

"Dr. Peabody!" Sara cried, "Help me!"

"Now Sara dear. Dr. Peabody is a hopeless drunk," said the nurse from the doorway. Sara gasped as she felt Robert, the intern, wrap the straight jacket around her.

"NO! Don't you see I'm having an asthma attack. Give me something!"

Dr. Peabody stumbled into the room. "Hel--lll--ooo sweet cheeks! Did you think I'd forget about your breast and pelvic exams?" He fell over and hit his head against something that made a loud clang. "What the hell is this puddle doing in the middle--did you pee, Robert?"

"No, doctor, she did. She wet herself and the door guard and is now unconscious. I just gave her the demerol."

"Cretin! She's allergic to that stuff," he said whilst slapping the intern. "Are you trying to kill her?"

"Actually, yes, doctor," Robert whispered. "Sara was my lover."

"But, why would you even consider demerol? You know I'm running low, and there are absolutely no ways to get more since my license was recently revoked."

Denise, the nurse-who was mean and jealous, because she was secretly in love with Dr. Raymond Peabody, as was Sara-started freaking out. "I need that woman dead. Let's try something different."

Sara began screaming.

The phone rang. "Under control, everyone! Your wife, Katarina," said the secretary. "She is on line 1, Dr. Peabody. She sounds hysterical!"

Peabody grabbed the phone and said, "Hello darlin..nice of you to.....honey, calm down, that's just Sara, the nut case screaming. Everything's fine....Should be home..."

"RAYMOND!! You bastard! Why didn't you feed the fish?"

Peabody blushed. "Sweetie, I'm a little busy. Bye now."

Sara struggled with her straight jacket. "Take this off! I'm not certifiably looney. I'm just a little bit out of blink-sync."

The phone rang again. Peabody raged. "My wife again! Somebody kill her!"

"I heard that lizzard's blood is effective," said Denise. "We should find a nice big toad to go in her soup, or maybe a black shelob..."

"Heck, whatever it takes! Let's just do it!"

"The phone bill is due."

"What?! Go down and pay it! We're trying to stay in business."

"How am I gonna pay without killin' the girl? Her trust fund..."

Suddenly Katarina stormed into the office brandishing a large knife. "Where is that f**king b*stard!!"

Peabody hid behind Denise as his wife tried to slaughter him there.

"You f**king COWARD! If you wanted some action why didn't you come home? I could have given you..."

Denise interrupted. "Your order is ready."

"What the hell is that supposed to mean?" Katarina, confused, lowered her knife.

Denise grabbed Katrina's arm, plunging the knife into the pillow, which released feathers into Peabody's flaring nostrils.

rhymegirl
05-09-2005, 03:00 PM
"I can't breathe!" The blind girl gasped as she fumbled for her inhaler. Those dreams of mangled flesh always resulted in an asthma attack. Too many times she was alone dealing with this, so she thought.

He emerged from behind the curtains with a huge presence, she could feel immediately. "Miss me?" she heard his raspy, beer drenched voice ask. Still gasping, she fumbled around trying to make her breathing slow down.

"Dr. Peabody!" Sara cried, "Help me!"

"Now Sara dear. Dr. Peabody is a hopeless drunk," said the nurse from the doorway. Sara gasped as she felt Robert, the intern, wrap the straight jacket around her.

"NO! Don't you see I'm having an asthma attack. Give me something!"

Dr. Peabody stumbled into the room. "Hel--lll--ooo sweet cheeks! Did you think I'd forget about your breast and pelvic exams?" He fell over and hit his head against something that made a loud clang. "What the hell is this puddle doing in the middle--did you pee, Robert?"

"No, doctor, she did. She wet herself and the door guard and is now unconscious. I just gave her the demerol."

"Cretin! She's allergic to that stuff," he said whilst slapping the intern. "Are you trying to kill her?"

"Actually, yes, doctor," Robert whispered. "Sara was my lover."

"But, why would you even consider demerol? You know I'm running low, and there are absolutely no ways to get more since my license was recently revoked."

Denise, the nurse-who was mean and jealous, because she was secretly in love with Dr. Raymond Peabody, as was Sara-started freaking out. "I need that woman dead. Let's try something different."

Sara began screaming.

The phone rang. "Under control, everyone! Your wife, Katarina," said the secretary. "She is on line 1, Dr. Peabody. She sounds hysterical!"

Peabody grabbed the phone and said, "Hello darlin..nice of you to.....honey, calm down, that's just Sara, the nut case screaming. Everything's fine....Should be home..."

"RAYMOND!! You bastard! Why didn't you feed the fish?"

Peabody blushed. "Sweetie, I'm a little busy. Bye now."

Sara struggled with her straight jacket. "Take this off! I'm not certifiably looney. I'm just a little bit out of blink-sync."

The phone rang again. Peabody raged. "My wife again! Somebody kill her!"

"I heard that lizzard's blood is effective," said Denise. "We should find a nice big toad to go in her soup, or maybe a black shelob..."

"Heck, whatever it takes! Let's just do it!"

"The phone bill is due."

"What?! Go down and pay it! We're trying to stay in business."

"How am I gonna pay without killin' the girl? Her trust fund..."

Suddenly Katarina stormed into the office brandishing a large knife. "Where is that f**king b*stard!!"

Peabody hid behind Denise as his wife tried to slaughter him there.

"You f**king COWARD! If you wanted some action why didn't you come home? I could have given you..."

Denise interrupted. "Your order is ready."

"What the hell is that supposed to mean?" Katarina, confused, lowered her knife.

Denise grabbed Katrina's arm, plunging the knife into the pillow, which released feathers into Peabody's flaring nostrils.

"Ahhh...I'm allergic

Wormo
05-09-2005, 03:47 PM
"I can't breathe!" The blind girl gasped as she fumbled for her inhaler. Those dreams of mangled flesh always resulted in an asthma attack. Too many times she was alone dealing with this, so she thought.

He emerged from behind the curtains with a huge presence, she could feel immediately. "Miss me?" she heard his raspy, beer drenched voice ask. Still gasping, she fumbled around trying to make her breathing slow down.

"Dr. Peabody!" Sara cried, "Help me!"

"Now Sara dear. Dr. Peabody is a hopeless drunk," said the nurse from the doorway. Sara gasped as she felt Robert, the intern, wrap the straight jacket around her.

"NO! Don't you see I'm having an asthma attack. Give me something!"

Dr. Peabody stumbled into the room. "Hel--lll--ooo sweet cheeks! Did you think I'd forget about your breast and pelvic exams?" He fell over and hit his head against something that made a loud clang. "What the hell is this puddle doing in the middle--did you pee, Robert?"

"No, doctor, she did. She wet herself and the door guard and is now unconscious. I just gave her the demerol."

"Cretin! She's allergic to that stuff," he said whilst slapping the intern. "Are you trying to kill her?"

"Actually, yes, doctor," Robert whispered. "Sara was my lover."

"But, why would you even consider demerol? You know I'm running low, and there are absolutely no ways to get more since my license was recently revoked."

Denise, the nurse-who was mean and jealous, because she was secretly in love with Dr. Raymond Peabody, as was Sara-started freaking out. "I need that woman dead. Let's try something different."

Sara began screaming.

The phone rang. "Under control, everyone! Your wife, Katarina," said the secretary. "She is on line 1, Dr. Peabody. She sounds hysterical!"

Peabody grabbed the phone and said, "Hello darlin..nice of you to.....honey, calm down, that's just Sara, the nut case screaming. Everything's fine....Should be home..."

"RAYMOND!! You bastard! Why didn't you feed the fish?"

Peabody blushed. "Sweetie, I'm a little busy. Bye now."

Sara struggled with her straight jacket. "Take this off! I'm not certifiably looney. I'm just a little bit out of blink-sync."

The phone rang again. Peabody raged. "My wife again! Somebody kill her!"

"I heard that lizzard's blood is effective," said Denise. "We should find a nice big toad to go in her soup, or maybe a black shelob..."

"Heck, whatever it takes! Let's just do it!"

"The phone bill is due."

"What?! Go down and pay it! We're trying to stay in business."

"How am I gonna pay without killin' the girl? Her trust fund..."

Suddenly Katarina stormed into the office brandishing a large knife. "Where is that f**king b*stard!!"

Peabody hid behind Denise as his wife tried to slaughter him there.

"You f**king COWARD! If you wanted some action why didn't you come home? I could have given you..."

Denise interrupted. "Your order is ready."

"What the hell is that supposed to mean?" Katarina, confused, lowered her knife.

Denise grabbed Katrina's arm, plunging the knife into the pillow, which released feathers into Peabody's flaring nostrils.

"Ahhh...I'm allergic to these you

Sarita
05-09-2005, 04:00 PM
"I can't breathe!" The blind girl gasped as she fumbled for her inhaler. Those dreams of mangled flesh always resulted in an asthma attack. Too many times she was alone dealing with this, so she thought.

He emerged from behind the curtains with a huge presence, she could feel immediately. "Miss me?" she heard his raspy, beer drenched voice ask. Still gasping, she fumbled around trying to make her breathing slow down.

"Dr. Peabody!" Sara cried, "Help me!"

"Now Sara dear. Dr. Peabody is a hopeless drunk," said the nurse from the doorway. Sara gasped as she felt Robert, the intern, wrap the straight jacket around her.

"NO! Don't you see I'm having an asthma attack. Give me something!"

Dr. Peabody stumbled into the room. "Hel--lll--ooo sweet cheeks! Did you think I'd forget about your breast and pelvic exams?" He fell over and hit his head against something that made a loud clang. "What the hell is this puddle doing in the middle--did you pee, Robert?"

"No, doctor, she did. She wet herself and the door guard and is now unconscious. I just gave her the demerol."

"Cretin! She's allergic to that stuff," he said whilst slapping the intern. "Are you trying to kill her?"

"Actually, yes, doctor," Robert whispered. "Sara was my lover."

"But, why would you even consider demerol? You know I'm running low, and there are absolutely no ways to get more since my license was recently revoked."

Denise, the nurse-who was mean and jealous, because she was secretly in love with Dr. Raymond Peabody, as was Sara-started freaking out. "I need that woman dead. Let's try something different."

Sara began screaming.

The phone rang. "Under control, everyone! Your wife, Katarina," said the secretary. "She is on line 1, Dr. Peabody. She sounds hysterical!"

Peabody grabbed the phone and said, "Hello darlin..nice of you to.....honey, calm down, that's just Sara, the nut case screaming. Everything's fine....Should be home..."

"RAYMOND!! You bastard! Why didn't you feed the fish?"

Peabody blushed. "Sweetie, I'm a little busy. Bye now."

Sara struggled with her straight jacket. "Take this off! I'm not certifiably looney. I'm just a little bit out of blink-sync."

The phone rang again. Peabody raged. "My wife again! Somebody kill her!"

"I heard that lizzard's blood is effective," said Denise. "We should find a nice big toad to go in her soup, or maybe a black shelob..."

"Heck, whatever it takes! Let's just do it!"

"The phone bill is due."

"What?! Go down and pay it! We're trying to stay in business."

"How am I gonna pay without killin' the girl? Her trust fund..."

Suddenly Katarina stormed into the office brandishing a large knife. "Where is that f**king b*stard!!"

Peabody hid behind Denise as his wife tried to slaughter him there.

"You f**king COWARD! If you wanted some action why didn't you come home? I could have given you..."

Denise interrupted. "Your order is ready."

"What the hell is that supposed to mean?" Katarina, confused, lowered her knife.

Denise grabbed Katrina's arm, plunging the knife into the pillow, which released feathers into Peabody's flaring nostrils.

"Ahhh...I'm allergic to these you fool. Goose-down feathers

poetinahat
05-09-2005, 04:18 PM
"I can't breathe!" The blind girl gasped as she fumbled for her inhaler. Those dreams of mangled flesh always resulted in an asthma attack. Too many times she was alone dealing with this, so she thought.

He emerged from behind the curtains with a huge presence, she could feel immediately. "Miss me?" she heard his raspy, beer drenched voice ask. Still gasping, she fumbled around trying to make her breathing slow down.

"Dr. Peabody!" Sara cried, "Help me!"

"Now Sara dear. Dr. Peabody is a hopeless drunk," said the nurse from the doorway. Sara gasped as she felt Robert, the intern, wrap the straight jacket around her.

"NO! Don't you see I'm having an asthma attack. Give me something!"

Dr. Peabody stumbled into the room. "Hel--lll--ooo sweet cheeks! Did you think I'd forget about your breast and pelvic exams?" He fell over and hit his head against something that made a loud clang. "What the hell is this puddle doing in the middle--did you pee, Robert?"

"No, doctor, she did. She wet herself and the door guard and is now unconscious. I just gave her the demerol."

"Cretin! She's allergic to that stuff," he said whilst slapping the intern. "Are you trying to kill her?"

"Actually, yes, doctor," Robert whispered. "Sara was my lover."

"But, why would you even consider demerol? You know I'm running low, and there are absolutely no ways to get more since my license was recently revoked."

Denise, the nurse-who was mean and jealous, because she was secretly in love with Dr. Raymond Peabody, as was Sara-started freaking out. "I need that woman dead. Let's try something different."

Sara began screaming.

The phone rang. "Under control, everyone! Your wife, Katarina," said the secretary. "She is on line 1, Dr. Peabody. She sounds hysterical!"

Peabody grabbed the phone and said, "Hello darlin..nice of you to.....honey, calm down, that's just Sara, the nut case screaming. Everything's fine....Should be home..."

"RAYMOND!! You bastard! Why didn't you feed the fish?"

Peabody blushed. "Sweetie, I'm a little busy. Bye now."

Sara struggled with her straight jacket. "Take this off! I'm not certifiably looney. I'm just a little bit out of blink-sync."

The phone rang again. Peabody raged. "My wife again! Somebody kill her!"

"I heard that lizzard's blood is effective," said Denise. "We should find a nice big toad to go in her soup, or maybe a black shelob..."

"Heck, whatever it takes! Let's just do it!"

"The phone bill is due."

"What?! Go down and pay it! We're trying to stay in business."

"How am I gonna pay without killin' the girl? Her trust fund..."

Suddenly Katarina stormed into the office brandishing a large knife. "Where is that f**king b*stard!!"

Peabody hid behind Denise as his wife tried to slaughter him there.

"You f**king COWARD! If you wanted some action why didn't you come home? I could have given you..."

Denise interrupted. "Your order is ready."

"What the hell is that supposed to mean?" Katarina, confused, lowered her knife.

Denise grabbed Katrina's arm, plunging the knife into the pillow, which released feathers into Peabody's flaring nostrils.

"Ahhh...I'm allergic to these you fool. Goose-down feathers make my skin

Sarita
05-09-2005, 04:38 PM
"I can't breathe!" The blind girl gasped as she fumbled for her inhaler. Those dreams of mangled flesh always resulted in an asthma attack. Too many times she was alone dealing with this, so she thought.

He emerged from behind the curtains with a huge presence, she could feel immediately. "Miss me?" she heard his raspy, beer drenched voice ask. Still gasping, she fumbled around trying to make her breathing slow down.

"Dr. Peabody!" Sara cried, "Help me!"

"Now Sara dear. Dr. Peabody is a hopeless drunk," said the nurse from the doorway. Sara gasped as she felt Robert, the intern, wrap the straight jacket around her.

"NO! Don't you see I'm having an asthma attack. Give me something!"

Dr. Peabody stumbled into the room. "Hel--lll--ooo sweet cheeks! Did you think I'd forget about your breast and pelvic exams?" He fell over and hit his head against something that made a loud clang. "What the hell is this puddle doing in the middle--did you pee, Robert?"

"No, doctor, she did. She wet herself and the door guard and is now unconscious. I just gave her the demerol."

"Cretin! She's allergic to that stuff," he said whilst slapping the intern. "Are you trying to kill her?"

"Actually, yes, doctor," Robert whispered. "Sara was my lover."

"But, why would you even consider demerol? You know I'm running low, and there are absolutely no ways to get more since my license was recently revoked."

Denise, the nurse-who was mean and jealous, because she was secretly in love with Dr. Raymond Peabody, as was Sara-started freaking out. "I need that woman dead. Let's try something different."

Sara began screaming.

The phone rang. "Under control, everyone! Your wife, Katarina," said the secretary. "She is on line 1, Dr. Peabody. She sounds hysterical!"

Peabody grabbed the phone and said, "Hello darlin..nice of you to.....honey, calm down, that's just Sara, the nut case screaming. Everything's fine....Should be home..."

"RAYMOND!! You bastard! Why didn't you feed the fish?"

Peabody blushed. "Sweetie, I'm a little busy. Bye now."

Sara struggled with her straight jacket. "Take this off! I'm not certifiably looney. I'm just a little bit out of blink-sync."

The phone rang again. Peabody raged. "My wife again! Somebody kill her!"

"I heard that lizzard's blood is effective," said Denise. "We should find a nice big toad to go in her soup, or maybe a black shelob..."

"Heck, whatever it takes! Let's just do it!"

"The phone bill is due."

"What?! Go down and pay it! We're trying to stay in business."

"How am I gonna pay without killin' the girl? Her trust fund..."

Suddenly Katarina stormed into the office brandishing a large knife. "Where is that f**king b*stard!!"

Peabody hid behind Denise as his wife tried to slaughter him there.

"You f**king COWARD! If you wanted some action why didn't you come home? I could have given you..."

Denise interrupted. "Your order is ready."

"What the hell is that supposed to mean?" Katarina, confused, lowered her knife.

Denise grabbed Katrina's arm, plunging the knife into the pillow, which released feathers into Peabody's flaring nostrils.

"Ahhh...I'm allergic to these you fool. Goose-down feathers make my skin itch."

"Could we

BlakeOvard
05-09-2005, 07:58 PM
"I can't breathe!" The blind girl gasped as she fumbled for her inhaler. Those dreams of mangled flesh always resulted in an asthma attack. Too many times she was alone dealing with this, so she thought.

He emerged from behind the curtains with a huge presence, she could feel immediately. "Miss me?" she heard his raspy, beer drenched voice ask. Still gasping, she fumbled around trying to make her breathing slow down.

"Dr. Peabody!" Sara cried, "Help me!"

"Now Sara dear. Dr. Peabody is a hopeless drunk," said the nurse from the doorway. Sara gasped as she felt Robert, the intern, wrap the straight jacket around her.

"NO! Don't you see I'm having an asthma attack. Give me something!"

Dr. Peabody stumbled into the room. "Hel--lll--ooo sweet cheeks! Did you think I'd forget about your breast and pelvic exams?" He fell over and hit his head against something that made a loud clang. "What the hell is this puddle doing in the middle--did you pee, Robert?"

"No, doctor, she did. She wet herself and the door guard and is now unconscious. I just gave her the demerol."

"Cretin! She's allergic to that stuff," he said whilst slapping the intern. "Are you trying to kill her?"

"Actually, yes, doctor," Robert whispered. "Sara was my lover."

"But, why would you even consider demerol? You know I'm running low, and there are absolutely no ways to get more since my license was recently revoked."

Denise, the nurse-who was mean and jealous, because she was secretly in love with Dr. Raymond Peabody, as was Sara-started freaking out. "I need that woman dead. Let's try something different."

Sara began screaming.

The phone rang. "Under control, everyone! Your wife, Katarina," said the secretary. "She is on line 1, Dr. Peabody. She sounds hysterical!"

Peabody grabbed the phone and said, "Hello darlin..nice of you to.....honey, calm down, that's just Sara, the nut case screaming. Everything's fine....Should be home..."

"RAYMOND!! You bastard! Why didn't you feed the fish?"

Peabody blushed. "Sweetie, I'm a little busy. Bye now."

Sara struggled with her straight jacket. "Take this off! I'm not certifiably looney. I'm just a little bit out of blink-sync."

The phone rang again. Peabody raged. "My wife again! Somebody kill her!"

"I heard that lizzard's blood is effective," said Denise. "We should find a nice big toad to go in her soup, or maybe a black shelob..."

"Heck, whatever it takes! Let's just do it!"

"The phone bill is due."

"What?! Go down and pay it! We're trying to stay in business."

"How am I gonna pay without killin' the girl? Her trust fund..."

Suddenly Katarina stormed into the office brandishing a large knife. "Where is that f**king b*stard!!"

Peabody hid behind Denise as his wife tried to slaughter him there.

"You f**king COWARD! If you wanted some action why didn't you come home? I could have given you..."

Denise interrupted. "Your order is ready."

"What the hell is that supposed to mean?" Katarina, confused, lowered her knife.

Denise grabbed Katrina's arm, plunging the knife into the pillow, which released feathers into Peabody's flaring nostrils.

"Ahhh...I'm allergic to these you fool. Goose-down feathers make my skin itch."

"Could we all just get

Sarita
05-09-2005, 08:45 PM
"I can't breathe!" The blind girl gasped as she fumbled for her inhaler. Those dreams of mangled flesh always resulted in an asthma attack. Too many times she was alone dealing with this, so she thought.

He emerged from behind the curtains with a huge presence, she could feel immediately. "Miss me?" she heard his raspy, beer drenched voice ask. Still gasping, she fumbled around trying to make her breathing slow down.

"Dr. Peabody!" Sara cried, "Help me!"

"Now Sara dear. Dr. Peabody is a hopeless drunk," said the nurse from the doorway. Sara gasped as she felt Robert, the intern, wrap the straight jacket around her.

"NO! Don't you see I'm having an asthma attack. Give me something!"

Dr. Peabody stumbled into the room. "Hel--lll--ooo sweet cheeks! Did you think I'd forget about your breast and pelvic exams?" He fell over and hit his head against something that made a loud clang. "What the hell is this puddle doing in the middle--did you pee, Robert?"

"No, doctor, she did. She wet herself and the door guard and is now unconscious. I just gave her the demerol."

"Cretin! She's allergic to that stuff," he said whilst slapping the intern. "Are you trying to kill her?"

"Actually, yes, doctor," Robert whispered. "Sara was my lover."

"But, why would you even consider demerol? You know I'm running low, and there are absolutely no ways to get more since my license was recently revoked."

Denise, the nurse-who was mean and jealous, because she was secretly in love with Dr. Raymond Peabody, as was Sara-started freaking out. "I need that woman dead. Let's try something different."

Sara began screaming.

The phone rang. "Under control, everyone! Your wife, Katarina," said the secretary. "She is on line 1, Dr. Peabody. She sounds hysterical!"

Peabody grabbed the phone and said, "Hello darlin..nice of you to.....honey, calm down, that's just Sara, the nut case screaming. Everything's fine....Should be home..."

"RAYMOND!! You bastard! Why didn't you feed the fish?"

Peabody blushed. "Sweetie, I'm a little busy. Bye now."

Sara struggled with her straight jacket. "Take this off! I'm not certifiably looney. I'm just a little bit out of blink-sync."

The phone rang again. Peabody raged. "My wife again! Somebody kill her!"

"I heard that lizzard's blood is effective," said Denise. "We should find a nice big toad to go in her soup, or maybe a black shelob..."

"Heck, whatever it takes! Let's just do it!"

"The phone bill is due."

"What?! Go down and pay it! We're trying to stay in business."

"How am I gonna pay without killin' the girl? Her trust fund..."

Suddenly Katarina stormed into the office brandishing a large knife. "Where is that f**king b*stard!!"

Peabody hid behind Denise as his wife tried to slaughter him there.

"You f**king COWARD! If you wanted some action why didn't you come home? I could have given you..."

Denise interrupted. "Your order is ready."

"What the hell is that supposed to mean?" Katarina, confused, lowered her knife.

Denise grabbed Katrina's arm, plunging the knife into the pillow, which released feathers into Peabody's flaring nostrils.

"Ahhh...I'm allergic to these you fool. Goose-down feathers make my skin itch."

"Could we all just get back to murdering

rhymegirl
05-10-2005, 01:29 AM
"I can't breathe!" The blind girl gasped as she fumbled for her inhaler. Those dreams of mangled flesh always resulted in an asthma attack. Too many times she was alone dealing with this, so she thought.

He emerged from behind the curtains with a huge presence, she could feel immediately. "Miss me?" she heard his raspy, beer drenched voice ask. Still gasping, she fumbled around trying to make her breathing slow down.

"Dr. Peabody!" Sara cried, "Help me!"

"Now Sara dear. Dr. Peabody is a hopeless drunk," said the nurse from the doorway. Sara gasped as she felt Robert, the intern, wrap the straight jacket around her.

"NO! Don't you see I'm having an asthma attack. Give me something!"

Dr. Peabody stumbled into the room. "Hel--lll--ooo sweet cheeks! Did you think I'd forget about your breast and pelvic exams?" He fell over and hit his head against something that made a loud clang. "What the hell is this puddle doing in the middle--did you pee, Robert?"

"No, doctor, she did. She wet herself and the door guard and is now unconscious. I just gave her the demerol."

"Cretin! She's allergic to that stuff," he said whilst slapping the intern. "Are you trying to kill her?"

"Actually, yes, doctor," Robert whispered. "Sara was my lover."

"But, why would you even consider demerol? You know I'm running low, and there are absolutely no ways to get more since my license was recently revoked."

Denise, the nurse-who was mean and jealous, because she was secretly in love with Dr. Raymond Peabody, as was Sara-started freaking out. "I need that woman dead. Let's try something different."

Sara began screaming.

The phone rang. "Under control, everyone! Your wife, Katarina," said the secretary. "She is on line 1, Dr. Peabody. She sounds hysterical!"

Peabody grabbed the phone and said, "Hello darlin..nice of you to.....honey, calm down, that's just Sara, the nut case screaming. Everything's fine....Should be home..."

"RAYMOND!! You bastard! Why didn't you feed the fish?"

Peabody blushed. "Sweetie, I'm a little busy. Bye now."

Sara struggled with her straight jacket. "Take this off! I'm not certifiably looney. I'm just a little bit out of blink-sync."

The phone rang again. Peabody raged. "My wife again! Somebody kill her!"

"I heard that lizzard's blood is effective," said Denise. "We should find a nice big toad to go in her soup, or maybe a black shelob..."

"Heck, whatever it takes! Let's just do it!"

"The phone bill is due."

"What?! Go down and pay it! We're trying to stay in business."

"How am I gonna pay without killin' the girl? Her trust fund..."

Suddenly Katarina stormed into the office brandishing a large knife. "Where is that f**king b*stard!!"

Peabody hid behind Denise as his wife tried to slaughter him there.

"You f**king COWARD! If you wanted some action why didn't you come home? I could have given you..."

Denise interrupted. "Your order is ready."

"What the hell is that supposed to mean?" Katarina, confused, lowered her knife.

Denise grabbed Katrina's arm, plunging the knife into the pillow, which released feathers into Peabody's flaring nostrils.

"Ahhh...I'm allergic to these you fool. Goose-down feathers make my skin itch."

"Could we all just get back to murdering Sara," said Robert.

Sarita
05-10-2005, 02:12 AM
"I can't breathe!" The blind girl gasped as she fumbled for her inhaler. Those dreams of mangled flesh always resulted in an asthma attack. Too many times she was alone dealing with this, so she thought.

He emerged from behind the curtains with a huge presence, she could feel immediately. "Miss me?" she heard his raspy, beer drenched voice ask. Still gasping, she fumbled around trying to make her breathing slow down.

"Dr. Peabody!" Sara cried, "Help me!"

"Now Sara dear. Dr. Peabody is a hopeless drunk," said the nurse from the doorway. Sara gasped as she felt Robert, the intern, wrap the straight jacket around her.

"NO! Don't you see I'm having an asthma attack. Give me something!"

Dr. Peabody stumbled into the room. "Hel--lll--ooo sweet cheeks! Did you think I'd forget about your breast and pelvic exams?" He fell over and hit his head against something that made a loud clang. "What the hell is this puddle doing in the middle--did you pee, Robert?"

"No, doctor, she did. She wet herself and the door guard and is now unconscious. I just gave her the demerol."

"Cretin! She's allergic to that stuff," he said whilst slapping the intern. "Are you trying to kill her?"

"Actually, yes, doctor," Robert whispered. "Sara was my lover."

"But, why would you even consider demerol? You know I'm running low, and there are absolutely no ways to get more since my license was recently revoked."

Denise, the nurse-who was mean and jealous, because she was secretly in love with Dr. Raymond Peabody, as was Sara-started freaking out. "I need that woman dead. Let's try something different."

Sara began screaming.

The phone rang. "Under control, everyone! Your wife, Katarina," said the secretary. "She is on line 1, Dr. Peabody. She sounds hysterical!"

Peabody grabbed the phone and said, "Hello darlin..nice of you to.....honey, calm down, that's just Sara, the nut case screaming. Everything's fine....Should be home..."

"RAYMOND!! You bastard! Why didn't you feed the fish?"

Peabody blushed. "Sweetie, I'm a little busy. Bye now."

Sara struggled with her straight jacket. "Take this off! I'm not certifiably looney. I'm just a little bit out of blink-sync."

The phone rang again. Peabody raged. "My wife again! Somebody kill her!"

"I heard that lizzard's blood is effective," said Denise. "We should find a nice big toad to go in her soup, or maybe a black shelob..."

"Heck, whatever it takes! Let's just do it!"

"The phone bill is due."

"What?! Go down and pay it! We're trying to stay in business."

"How am I gonna pay without killin' the girl? Her trust fund..."

Suddenly Katarina stormed into the office brandishing a large knife. "Where is that f**king b*stard!!"

Peabody hid behind Denise as his wife tried to slaughter him there.

"You f**king COWARD! If you wanted some action why didn't you come home? I could have given you..."

Denise interrupted. "Your order is ready."

"What the hell is that supposed to mean?" Katarina, confused, lowered her knife.

Denise grabbed Katrina's arm, plunging the knife into the pillow, which released feathers into Peabody's flaring nostrils.

"Ahhh...I'm allergic to these you fool. Goose-down feathers make my skin itch."

"Could we all just get back to murdering Sara," said Robert as he grabbed

rhymegirl
05-10-2005, 02:16 AM
"I can't breathe!" The blind girl gasped as she fumbled for her inhaler. Those dreams of mangled flesh always resulted in an asthma attack. Too many times she was alone dealing with this, so she thought.

He emerged from behind the curtains with a huge presence, she could feel immediately. "Miss me?" she heard his raspy, beer drenched voice ask. Still gasping, she fumbled around trying to make her breathing slow down.

"Dr. Peabody!" Sara cried, "Help me!"

"Now Sara dear. Dr. Peabody is a hopeless drunk," said the nurse from the doorway. Sara gasped as she felt Robert, the intern, wrap the straight jacket around her.

"NO! Don't you see I'm having an asthma attack. Give me something!"

Dr. Peabody stumbled into the room. "Hel--lll--ooo sweet cheeks! Did you think I'd forget about your breast and pelvic exams?" He fell over and hit his head against something that made a loud clang. "What the hell is this puddle doing in the middle--did you pee, Robert?"

"No, doctor, she did. She wet herself and the door guard and is now unconscious. I just gave her the demerol."

"Cretin! She's allergic to that stuff," he said whilst slapping the intern. "Are you trying to kill her?"

"Actually, yes, doctor," Robert whispered. "Sara was my lover."

"But, why would you even consider demerol? You know I'm running low, and there are absolutely no ways to get more since my license was recently revoked."

Denise, the nurse-who was mean and jealous, because she was secretly in love with Dr. Raymond Peabody, as was Sara-started freaking out. "I need that woman dead. Let's try something different."

Sara began screaming.

The phone rang. "Under control, everyone! Your wife, Katarina," said the secretary. "She is on line 1, Dr. Peabody. She sounds hysterical!"

Peabody grabbed the phone and said, "Hello darlin..nice of you to.....honey, calm down, that's just Sara, the nut case screaming. Everything's fine....Should be home..."

"RAYMOND!! You bastard! Why didn't you feed the fish?"

Peabody blushed. "Sweetie, I'm a little busy. Bye now."

Sara struggled with her straight jacket. "Take this off! I'm not certifiably looney. I'm just a little bit out of blink-sync."

The phone rang again. Peabody raged. "My wife again! Somebody kill her!"

"I heard that lizzard's blood is effective," said Denise. "We should find a nice big toad to go in her soup, or maybe a black shelob..."

"Heck, whatever it takes! Let's just do it!"

"The phone bill is due."

"What?! Go down and pay it! We're trying to stay in business."

"How am I gonna pay without killin' the girl? Her trust fund..."

Suddenly Katarina stormed into the office brandishing a large knife. "Where is that f**king b*stard!!"

Peabody hid behind Denise as his wife tried to slaughter him there.

"You f**king COWARD! If you wanted some action why didn't you come home? I could have given you..."

Denise interrupted. "Your order is ready."

"What the hell is that supposed to mean?" Katarina, confused, lowered her knife.

Denise grabbed Katrina's arm, plunging the knife into the pillow, which released feathers into Peabody's flaring nostrils.

"Ahhh...I'm allergic to these you fool. Goose-down feathers make my skin itch."

"Could we all just get back to murdering Sara," said Robert as he grabbed a syringe.

"NO!

Sarita
05-10-2005, 02:18 AM
"I can't breathe!" The blind girl gasped as she fumbled for her inhaler. Those dreams of mangled flesh always resulted in an asthma attack. Too many times she was alone dealing with this, so she thought.

He emerged from behind the curtains with a huge presence, she could feel immediately. "Miss me?" she heard his raspy, beer drenched voice ask. Still gasping, she fumbled around trying to make her breathing slow down.

"Dr. Peabody!" Sara cried, "Help me!"

"Now Sara dear. Dr. Peabody is a hopeless drunk," said the nurse from the doorway. Sara gasped as she felt Robert, the intern, wrap the straight jacket around her.

"NO! Don't you see I'm having an asthma attack. Give me something!"

Dr. Peabody stumbled into the room. "Hel--lll--ooo sweet cheeks! Did you think I'd forget about your breast and pelvic exams?" He fell over and hit his head against something that made a loud clang. "What the hell is this puddle doing in the middle--did you pee, Robert?"

"No, doctor, she did. She wet herself and the door guard and is now unconscious. I just gave her the demerol."

"Cretin! She's allergic to that stuff," he said whilst slapping the intern. "Are you trying to kill her?"

"Actually, yes, doctor," Robert whispered. "Sara was my lover."

"But, why would you even consider demerol? You know I'm running low, and there are absolutely no ways to get more since my license was recently revoked."

Denise, the nurse-who was mean and jealous, because she was secretly in love with Dr. Raymond Peabody, as was Sara-started freaking out. "I need that woman dead. Let's try something different."

Sara began screaming.

The phone rang. "Under control, everyone! Your wife, Katarina," said the secretary. "She is on line 1, Dr. Peabody. She sounds hysterical!"

Peabody grabbed the phone and said, "Hello darlin..nice of you to.....honey, calm down, that's just Sara, the nut case screaming. Everything's fine....Should be home..."

"RAYMOND!! You bastard! Why didn't you feed the fish?"

Peabody blushed. "Sweetie, I'm a little busy. Bye now."

Sara struggled with her straight jacket. "Take this off! I'm not certifiably looney. I'm just a little bit out of blink-sync."

The phone rang again. Peabody raged. "My wife again! Somebody kill her!"

"I heard that lizzard's blood is effective," said Denise. "We should find a nice big toad to go in her soup, or maybe a black shelob..."

"Heck, whatever it takes! Let's just do it!"

"The phone bill is due."

"What?! Go down and pay it! We're trying to stay in business."

"How am I gonna pay without killin' the girl? Her trust fund..."

Suddenly Katarina stormed into the office brandishing a large knife. "Where is that f**king b*stard!!"

Peabody hid behind Denise as his wife tried to slaughter him there.

"You f**king COWARD! If you wanted some action why didn't you come home? I could have given you..."

Denise interrupted. "Your order is ready."

"What the hell is that supposed to mean?" Katarina, confused, lowered her knife.

Denise grabbed Katrina's arm, plunging the knife into the pillow, which released feathers into Peabody's flaring nostrils.

"Ahhh...I'm allergic to these you fool. Goose-down feathers make my skin itch."

"Could we all just get back to murdering Sara," said Robert as he grabbed a syringe.

"NO!" shrieked Sara when

rhymegirl
05-10-2005, 02:22 AM
"I can't breathe!" The blind girl gasped as she fumbled for her inhaler. Those dreams of mangled flesh always resulted in an asthma attack. Too many times she was alone dealing with this, so she thought.

He emerged from behind the curtains with a huge presence, she could feel immediately. "Miss me?" she heard his raspy, beer drenched voice ask. Still gasping, she fumbled around trying to make her breathing slow down.

"Dr. Peabody!" Sara cried, "Help me!"

"Now Sara dear. Dr. Peabody is a hopeless drunk," said the nurse from the doorway. Sara gasped as she felt Robert, the intern, wrap the straight jacket around her.

"NO! Don't you see I'm having an asthma attack. Give me something!"

Dr. Peabody stumbled into the room. "Hel--lll--ooo sweet cheeks! Did you think I'd forget about your breast and pelvic exams?" He fell over and hit his head against something that made a loud clang. "What the hell is this puddle doing in the middle--did you pee, Robert?"

"No, doctor, she did. She wet herself and the door guard and is now unconscious. I just gave her the demerol."

"Cretin! She's allergic to that stuff," he said whilst slapping the intern. "Are you trying to kill her?"

"Actually, yes, doctor," Robert whispered. "Sara was my lover."

"But, why would you even consider demerol? You know I'm running low, and there are absolutely no ways to get more since my license was recently revoked."

Denise, the nurse-who was mean and jealous, because she was secretly in love with Dr. Raymond Peabody, as was Sara-started freaking out. "I need that woman dead. Let's try something different."

Sara began screaming.

The phone rang. "Under control, everyone! Your wife, Katarina," said the secretary. "She is on line 1, Dr. Peabody. She sounds hysterical!"

Peabody grabbed the phone and said, "Hello darlin..nice of you to.....honey, calm down, that's just Sara, the nut case screaming. Everything's fine....Should be home..."

"RAYMOND!! You bastard! Why didn't you feed the fish?"

Peabody blushed. "Sweetie, I'm a little busy. Bye now."

Sara struggled with her straight jacket. "Take this off! I'm not certifiably looney. I'm just a little bit out of blink-sync."

The phone rang again. Peabody raged. "My wife again! Somebody kill her!"

"I heard that lizzard's blood is effective," said Denise. "We should find a nice big toad to go in her soup, or maybe a black shelob..."

"Heck, whatever it takes! Let's just do it!"

"The phone bill is due."

"What?! Go down and pay it! We're trying to stay in business."

"How am I gonna pay without killin' the girl? Her trust fund..."

Suddenly Katarina stormed into the office brandishing a large knife. "Where is that f**king b*stard!!"

Peabody hid behind Denise as his wife tried to slaughter him there.

"You f**king COWARD! If you wanted some action why didn't you come home? I could have given you..."

Denise interrupted. "Your order is ready."

"What the hell is that supposed to mean?" Katarina, confused, lowered her knife.

Denise grabbed Katrina's arm, plunging the knife into the pillow, which released feathers into Peabody's flaring nostrils.

"Ahhh...I'm allergic to these you fool. Goose-down feathers make my skin itch."

"Could we all just get back to murdering Sara," said Robert as he grabbed a syringe.

"NO!" shrieked Sara when Robert approached.

Katrina

Sarita
05-10-2005, 02:25 AM
"I can't breathe!" The blind girl gasped as she fumbled for her inhaler. Those dreams of mangled flesh always resulted in an asthma attack. Too many times she was alone dealing with this, so she thought.

He emerged from behind the curtains with a huge presence, she could feel immediately. "Miss me?" she heard his raspy, beer drenched voice ask. Still gasping, she fumbled around trying to make her breathing slow down.

"Dr. Peabody!" Sara cried, "Help me!"

"Now Sara dear. Dr. Peabody is a hopeless drunk," said the nurse from the doorway. Sara gasped as she felt Robert, the intern, wrap the straight jacket around her.

"NO! Don't you see I'm having an asthma attack. Give me something!"

Dr. Peabody stumbled into the room. "Hel--lll--ooo sweet cheeks! Did you think I'd forget about your breast and pelvic exams?" He fell over and hit his head against something that made a loud clang. "What the hell is this puddle doing in the middle--did you pee, Robert?"

"No, doctor, she did. She wet herself and the door guard and is now unconscious. I just gave her the demerol."

"Cretin! She's allergic to that stuff," he said whilst slapping the intern. "Are you trying to kill her?"

"Actually, yes, doctor," Robert whispered. "Sara was my lover."

"But, why would you even consider demerol? You know I'm running low, and there are absolutely no ways to get more since my license was recently revoked."

Denise, the nurse-who was mean and jealous, because she was secretly in love with Dr. Raymond Peabody, as was Sara-started freaking out. "I need that woman dead. Let's try something different."

Sara began screaming.

The phone rang. "Under control, everyone! Your wife, Katarina," said the secretary. "She is on line 1, Dr. Peabody. She sounds hysterical!"

Peabody grabbed the phone and said, "Hello darlin..nice of you to.....honey, calm down, that's just Sara, the nut case screaming. Everything's fine....Should be home..."

"RAYMOND!! You bastard! Why didn't you feed the fish?"

Peabody blushed. "Sweetie, I'm a little busy. Bye now."

Sara struggled with her straight jacket. "Take this off! I'm not certifiably looney. I'm just a little bit out of blink-sync."

The phone rang again. Peabody raged. "My wife again! Somebody kill her!"

"I heard that lizzard's blood is effective," said Denise. "We should find a nice big toad to go in her soup, or maybe a black shelob..."

"Heck, whatever it takes! Let's just do it!"

"The phone bill is due."

"What?! Go down and pay it! We're trying to stay in business."

"How am I gonna pay without killin' the girl? Her trust fund..."

Suddenly Katarina stormed into the office brandishing a large knife. "Where is that f**king b*stard!!"

Peabody hid behind Denise as his wife tried to slaughter him there.

"You f**king COWARD! If you wanted some action why didn't you come home? I could have given you..."

Denise interrupted. "Your order is ready."

"What the hell is that supposed to mean?" Katarina, confused, lowered her knife.

Denise grabbed Katrina's arm, plunging the knife into the pillow, which released feathers into Peabody's flaring nostrils.

"Ahhh...I'm allergic to these you fool. Goose-down feathers make my skin itch."

"Could we all just get back to murdering Sara," said Robert as he grabbed a syringe.

"NO!" shrieked Sara when Robert approached.

Katrina, knife still in

rhymegirl
05-10-2005, 02:28 AM
"I can't breathe!" The blind girl gasped as she fumbled for her inhaler. Those dreams of mangled flesh always resulted in an asthma attack. Too many times she was alone dealing with this, so she thought.

He emerged from behind the curtains with a huge presence, she could feel immediately. "Miss me?" she heard his raspy, beer drenched voice ask. Still gasping, she fumbled around trying to make her breathing slow down.

"Dr. Peabody!" Sara cried, "Help me!"

"Now Sara dear. Dr. Peabody is a hopeless drunk," said the nurse from the doorway. Sara gasped as she felt Robert, the intern, wrap the straight jacket around her.

"NO! Don't you see I'm having an asthma attack. Give me something!"

Dr. Peabody stumbled into the room. "Hel--lll--ooo sweet cheeks! Did you think I'd forget about your breast and pelvic exams?" He fell over and hit his head against something that made a loud clang. "What the hell is this puddle doing in the middle--did you pee, Robert?"

"No, doctor, she did. She wet herself and the door guard and is now unconscious. I just gave her the demerol."

"Cretin! She's allergic to that stuff," he said whilst slapping the intern. "Are you trying to kill her?"

"Actually, yes, doctor," Robert whispered. "Sara was my lover."

"But, why would you even consider demerol? You know I'm running low, and there are absolutely no ways to get more since my license was recently revoked."

Denise, the nurse-who was mean and jealous, because she was secretly in love with Dr. Raymond Peabody, as was Sara-started freaking out. "I need that woman dead. Let's try something different."

Sara began screaming.

The phone rang. "Under control, everyone! Your wife, Katarina," said the secretary. "She is on line 1, Dr. Peabody. She sounds hysterical!"

Peabody grabbed the phone and said, "Hello darlin..nice of you to.....honey, calm down, that's just Sara, the nut case screaming. Everything's fine....Should be home..."

"RAYMOND!! You bastard! Why didn't you feed the fish?"

Peabody blushed. "Sweetie, I'm a little busy. Bye now."

Sara struggled with her straight jacket. "Take this off! I'm not certifiably looney. I'm just a little bit out of blink-sync."

The phone rang again. Peabody raged. "My wife again! Somebody kill her!"

"I heard that lizzard's blood is effective," said Denise. "We should find a nice big toad to go in her soup, or maybe a black shelob..."

"Heck, whatever it takes! Let's just do it!"

"The phone bill is due."

"What?! Go down and pay it! We're trying to stay in business."

"How am I gonna pay without killin' the girl? Her trust fund..."

Suddenly Katarina stormed into the office brandishing a large knife. "Where is that f**king b*stard!!"

Peabody hid behind Denise as his wife tried to slaughter him there.

"You f**king COWARD! If you wanted some action why didn't you come home? I could have given you..."

Denise interrupted. "Your order is ready."

"What the hell is that supposed to mean?" Katarina, confused, lowered her knife.

Denise grabbed Katrina's arm, plunging the knife into the pillow, which released feathers into Peabody's flaring nostrils.

"Ahhh...I'm allergic to these you fool. Goose-down feathers make my skin itch."

"Could we all just get back to murdering Sara," said Robert as he grabbed a syringe.

"NO!" shrieked Sara when Robert approached.

Katarina, knife still in hand, laughed hysterically. "I'm

Sarita
05-10-2005, 02:30 AM
"I can't breathe!" The blind girl gasped as she fumbled for her inhaler. Those dreams of mangled flesh always resulted in an asthma attack. Too many times she was alone dealing with this, so she thought.

He emerged from behind the curtains with a huge presence, she could feel immediately. "Miss me?" she heard his raspy, beer drenched voice ask. Still gasping, she fumbled around trying to make her breathing slow down.

"Dr. Peabody!" Sara cried, "Help me!"

"Now Sara dear. Dr. Peabody is a hopeless drunk," said the nurse from the doorway. Sara gasped as she felt Robert, the intern, wrap the straight jacket around her.

"NO! Don't you see I'm having an asthma attack. Give me something!"

Dr. Peabody stumbled into the room. "Hel--lll--ooo sweet cheeks! Did you think I'd forget about your breast and pelvic exams?" He fell over and hit his head against something that made a loud clang. "What the hell is this puddle doing in the middle--did you pee, Robert?"

"No, doctor, she did. She wet herself and the door guard and is now unconscious. I just gave her the demerol."

"Cretin! She's allergic to that stuff," he said whilst slapping the intern. "Are you trying to kill her?"

"Actually, yes, doctor," Robert whispered. "Sara was my lover."

"But, why would you even consider demerol? You know I'm running low, and there are absolutely no ways to get more since my license was recently revoked."

Denise, the nurse-who was mean and jealous, because she was secretly in love with Dr. Raymond Peabody, as was Sara-started freaking out. "I need that woman dead. Let's try something different."

Sara began screaming.

The phone rang. "Under control, everyone! Your wife, Katarina," said the secretary. "She is on line 1, Dr. Peabody. She sounds hysterical!"

Peabody grabbed the phone and said, "Hello darlin..nice of you to.....honey, calm down, that's just Sara, the nut case screaming. Everything's fine....Should be home..."

"RAYMOND!! You bastard! Why didn't you feed the fish?"

Peabody blushed. "Sweetie, I'm a little busy. Bye now."

Sara struggled with her straight jacket. "Take this off! I'm not certifiably looney. I'm just a little bit out of blink-sync."

The phone rang again. Peabody raged. "My wife again! Somebody kill her!"

"I heard that lizzard's blood is effective," said Denise. "We should find a nice big toad to go in her soup, or maybe a black shelob..."

"Heck, whatever it takes! Let's just do it!"

"The phone bill is due."

"What?! Go down and pay it! We're trying to stay in business."

"How am I gonna pay without killin' the girl? Her trust fund..."

Suddenly Katarina stormed into the office brandishing a large knife. "Where is that f**king b*stard!!"

Peabody hid behind Denise as his wife tried to slaughter him there.

"You f**king COWARD! If you wanted some action why didn't you come home? I could have given you..."

Denise interrupted. "Your order is ready."

"What the hell is that supposed to mean?" Katarina, confused, lowered her knife.

Denise grabbed Katrina's arm, plunging the knife into the pillow, which released feathers into Peabody's flaring nostrils.

"Ahhh...I'm allergic to these you fool. Goose-down feathers make my skin itch."

"Could we all just get back to murdering Sara," said Robert as he grabbed a syringe.

"NO!" shrieked Sara when Robert approached.

Katarina, knife still in hand, laughed hysterically. "I'm finishing this! Raymond

gogoshire
05-10-2005, 02:33 AM
"I can't breathe!" The blind girl gasped as she fumbled for her inhaler. Those dreams of mangled flesh always resulted in an asthma attack. Too many times she was alone dealing with this, so she thought.

He emerged from behind the curtains with a huge presence, she could feel immediately. "Miss me?" she heard his raspy, beer drenched voice ask. Still gasping, she fumbled around trying to make her breathing slow down.

"Dr. Peabody!" Sara cried, "Help me!"

"Now Sara dear. Dr. Peabody is a hopeless drunk," said the nurse from the doorway. Sara gasped as she felt Robert, the intern, wrap the straight jacket around her.

"NO! Don't you see I'm having an asthma attack. Give me something!"

Dr. Peabody stumbled into the room. "Hel--lll--ooo sweet cheeks! Did you think I'd forget about your breast and pelvic exams?" He fell over and hit his head against something that made a loud clang. "What the hell is this puddle doing in the middle--did you pee, Robert?"

"No, doctor, she did. She wet herself and the door guard and is now unconscious. I just gave her the demerol."

"Cretin! She's allergic to that stuff," he said whilst slapping the intern. "Are you trying to kill her?"

"Actually, yes, doctor," Robert whispered. "Sara was my lover."

"But, why would you even consider demerol? You know I'm running low, and there are absolutely no ways to get more since my license was recently revoked."

Denise, the nurse-who was mean and jealous, because she was secretly in love with Dr. Raymond Peabody, as was Sara-started freaking out. "I need that woman dead. Let's try something different."

Sara began screaming.

The phone rang. "Under control, everyone! Your wife, Katarina," said the secretary. "She is on line 1, Dr. Peabody. She sounds hysterical!"

Peabody grabbed the phone and said, "Hello darlin..nice of you to.....honey, calm down, that's just Sara, the nut case screaming. Everything's fine....Should be home..."

"RAYMOND!! You bastard! Why didn't you feed the fish?"

Peabody blushed. "Sweetie, I'm a little busy. Bye now."

Sara struggled with her straight jacket. "Take this off! I'm not certifiably looney. I'm just a little bit out of blink-sync."

The phone rang again. Peabody raged. "My wife again! Somebody kill her!"

"I heard that lizzard's blood is effective," said Denise. "We should find a nice big toad to go in her soup, or maybe a black shelob..."

"Heck, whatever it takes! Let's just do it!"

"The phone bill is due."

"What?! Go down and pay it! We're trying to stay in business."

"How am I gonna pay without killin' the girl? Her trust fund..."

Suddenly Katarina stormed into the office brandishing a large knife. "Where is that f**king b*stard!!"

Peabody hid behind Denise as his wife tried to slaughter him there.

"You f**king COWARD! If you wanted some action why didn't you come home? I could have given you..."

Denise interrupted. "Your order is ready."

"What the hell is that supposed to mean?" Katarina, confused, lowered her knife.

Denise grabbed Katrina's arm, plunging the knife into the pillow, which released feathers into Peabody's flaring nostrils.

"Ahhh...I'm allergic to these you fool. Goose-down feathers make my skin itch."

"Could we all just get back to murdering Sara," said Robert as he grabbed a syringe.

"NO!" shrieked Sara when Robert approached.

Katarina, knife still in hand, laughed hysterically. "I'm going to redecorate

Sarita
05-10-2005, 02:39 AM
Kate, you pick :)

rhymegirl
05-10-2005, 02:43 AM
"I can't breathe!" The blind girl gasped as she fumbled for her inhaler. Those dreams of mangled flesh always resulted in an asthma attack. Too many times she was alone dealing with this, so she thought.

He emerged from behind the curtains with a huge presence, she could feel immediately. "Miss me?" she heard his raspy, beer drenched voice ask. Still gasping, she fumbled around trying to make her breathing slow down.

"Dr. Peabody!" Sara cried, "Help me!"

"Now Sara dear. Dr. Peabody is a hopeless drunk," said the nurse from the doorway. Sara gasped as she felt Robert, the intern, wrap the straight jacket around her.

"NO! Don't you see I'm having an asthma attack. Give me something!"

Dr. Peabody stumbled into the room. "Hel--lll--ooo sweet cheeks! Did you think I'd forget about your breast and pelvic exams?" He fell over and hit his head against something that made a loud clang. "What the hell is this puddle doing in the middle--did you pee, Robert?"

"No, doctor, she did. She wet herself and the door guard and is now unconscious. I just gave her the demerol."

"Cretin! She's allergic to that stuff," he said whilst slapping the intern. "Are you trying to kill her?"

"Actually, yes, doctor," Robert whispered. "Sara was my lover."

"But, why would you even consider demerol? You know I'm running low, and there are absolutely no ways to get more since my license was recently revoked."

Denise, the nurse-who was mean and jealous, because she was secretly in love with Dr. Raymond Peabody, as was Sara-started freaking out. "I need that woman dead. Let's try something different."

Sara began screaming.

The phone rang. "Under control, everyone! Your wife, Katarina," said the secretary. "She is on line 1, Dr. Peabody. She sounds hysterical!"

Peabody grabbed the phone and said, "Hello darlin..nice of you to.....honey, calm down, that's just Sara, the nut case screaming. Everything's fine....Should be home..."

"RAYMOND!! You bastard! Why didn't you feed the fish?"

Peabody blushed. "Sweetie, I'm a little busy. Bye now."

Sara struggled with her straight jacket. "Take this off! I'm not certifiably looney. I'm just a little bit out of blink-sync."

The phone rang again. Peabody raged. "My wife again! Somebody kill her!"

"I heard that lizzard's blood is effective," said Denise. "We should find a nice big toad to go in her soup, or maybe a black shelob..."

"Heck, whatever it takes! Let's just do it!"

"The phone bill is due."

"What?! Go down and pay it! We're trying to stay in business."

"How am I gonna pay without killin' the girl? Her trust fund..."

Suddenly Katarina stormed into the office brandishing a large knife. "Where is that f**king b*stard!!"

Peabody hid behind Denise as his wife tried to slaughter him there.

"You f**king COWARD! If you wanted some action why didn't you come home? I could have given you..."

Denise interrupted. "Your order is ready."

"What the hell is that supposed to mean?" Katarina, confused, lowered her knife.

Denise grabbed Katrina's arm, plunging the knife into the pillow, which released feathers into Peabody's flaring nostrils.

"Ahhh...I'm allergic to these you fool. Goose-down feathers make my skin itch."

"Could we all just get back to murdering Sara," said Robert as he grabbed a syringe.

"NO!" shrieked Sara when Robert approached.

Katarina, knife still in hand, laughed hysterically. "I'm finishing this! Raymond, you're dead!" She

Sarita
05-10-2005, 02:44 AM
"I can't breathe!" The blind girl gasped as she fumbled for her inhaler. Those dreams of mangled flesh always resulted in an asthma attack. Too many times she was alone dealing with this, so she thought.

He emerged from behind the curtains with a huge presence, she could feel immediately. "Miss me?" she heard his raspy, beer drenched voice ask. Still gasping, she fumbled around trying to make her breathing slow down.

"Dr. Peabody!" Sara cried, "Help me!"

"Now Sara dear. Dr. Peabody is a hopeless drunk," said the nurse from the doorway. Sara gasped as she felt Robert, the intern, wrap the straight jacket around her.

"NO! Don't you see I'm having an asthma attack. Give me something!"

Dr. Peabody stumbled into the room. "Hel--lll--ooo sweet cheeks! Did you think I'd forget about your breast and pelvic exams?" He fell over and hit his head against something that made a loud clang. "What the hell is this puddle doing in the middle--did you pee, Robert?"

"No, doctor, she did. She wet herself and the door guard and is now unconscious. I just gave her the demerol."

"Cretin! She's allergic to that stuff," he said whilst slapping the intern. "Are you trying to kill her?"

"Actually, yes, doctor," Robert whispered. "Sara was my lover."

"But, why would you even consider demerol? You know I'm running low, and there are absolutely no ways to get more since my license was recently revoked."

Denise, the nurse-who was mean and jealous, because she was secretly in love with Dr. Raymond Peabody, as was Sara-started freaking out. "I need that woman dead. Let's try something different."

Sara began screaming.

The phone rang. "Under control, everyone! Your wife, Katarina," said the secretary. "She is on line 1, Dr. Peabody. She sounds hysterical!"

Peabody grabbed the phone and said, "Hello darlin..nice of you to.....honey, calm down, that's just Sara, the nut case screaming. Everything's fine....Should be home..."

"RAYMOND!! You bastard! Why didn't you feed the fish?"

Peabody blushed. "Sweetie, I'm a little busy. Bye now."

Sara struggled with her straight jacket. "Take this off! I'm not certifiably looney. I'm just a little bit out of blink-sync."

The phone rang again. Peabody raged. "My wife again! Somebody kill her!"

"I heard that lizzard's blood is effective," said Denise. "We should find a nice big toad to go in her soup, or maybe a black shelob..."

"Heck, whatever it takes! Let's just do it!"

"The phone bill is due."

"What?! Go down and pay it! We're trying to stay in business."

"How am I gonna pay without killin' the girl? Her trust fund..."

Suddenly Katarina stormed into the office brandishing a large knife. "Where is that f**king b*stard!!"

Peabody hid behind Denise as his wife tried to slaughter him there.

"You f**king COWARD! If you wanted some action why didn't you come home? I could have given you..."

Denise interrupted. "Your order is ready."

"What the hell is that supposed to mean?" Katarina, confused, lowered her knife.

Denise grabbed Katrina's arm, plunging the knife into the pillow, which released feathers into Peabody's flaring nostrils.

"Ahhh...I'm allergic to these you fool. Goose-down feathers make my skin itch."

"Could we all just get back to murdering Sara," said Robert as he grabbed a syringe.

"NO!" shrieked Sara when Robert approached.

Katarina, knife still in hand, laughed hysterically. "I'm finishing this! Raymond, you're dead!" She plunged the knife

rhymegirl
05-10-2005, 02:45 AM
"I can't breathe!" The blind girl gasped as she fumbled for her inhaler. Those dreams of mangled flesh always resulted in an asthma attack. Too many times she was alone dealing with this, so she thought.

He emerged from behind the curtains with a huge presence, she could feel immediately. "Miss me?" she heard his raspy, beer drenched voice ask. Still gasping, she fumbled around trying to make her breathing slow down.

"Dr. Peabody!" Sara cried, "Help me!"

"Now Sara dear. Dr. Peabody is a hopeless drunk," said the nurse from the doorway. Sara gasped as she felt Robert, the intern, wrap the straight jacket around her.

"NO! Don't you see I'm having an asthma attack. Give me something!"

Dr. Peabody stumbled into the room. "Hel--lll--ooo sweet cheeks! Did you think I'd forget about your breast and pelvic exams?" He fell over and hit his head against something that made a loud clang. "What the hell is this puddle doing in the middle--did you pee, Robert?"

"No, doctor, she did. She wet herself and the door guard and is now unconscious. I just gave her the demerol."

"Cretin! She's allergic to that stuff," he said whilst slapping the intern. "Are you trying to kill her?"

"Actually, yes, doctor," Robert whispered. "Sara was my lover."

"But, why would you even consider demerol? You know I'm running low, and there are absolutely no ways to get more since my license was recently revoked."

Denise, the nurse-who was mean and jealous, because she was secretly in love with Dr. Raymond Peabody, as was Sara-started freaking out. "I need that woman dead. Let's try something different."

Sara began screaming.

The phone rang. "Under control, everyone! Your wife, Katarina," said the secretary. "She is on line 1, Dr. Peabody. She sounds hysterical!"

Peabody grabbed the phone and said, "Hello darlin..nice of you to.....honey, calm down, that's just Sara, the nut case screaming. Everything's fine....Should be home..."

"RAYMOND!! You bastard! Why didn't you feed the fish?"

Peabody blushed. "Sweetie, I'm a little busy. Bye now."

Sara struggled with her straight jacket. "Take this off! I'm not certifiably looney. I'm just a little bit out of blink-sync."

The phone rang again. Peabody raged. "My wife again! Somebody kill her!"

"I heard that lizzard's blood is effective," said Denise. "We should find a nice big toad to go in her soup, or maybe a black shelob..."

"Heck, whatever it takes! Let's just do it!"

"The phone bill is due."

"What?! Go down and pay it! We're trying to stay in business."

"How am I gonna pay without killin' the girl? Her trust fund..."

Suddenly Katarina stormed into the office brandishing a large knife. "Where is that f**king b*stard!!"

Peabody hid behind Denise as his wife tried to slaughter him there.

"You f**king COWARD! If you wanted some action why didn't you come home? I could have given you..."

Denise interrupted. "Your order is ready."

"What the hell is that supposed to mean?" Katarina, confused, lowered her knife.

Denise grabbed Katrina's arm, plunging the knife into the pillow, which released feathers into Peabody's flaring nostrils.

"Ahhh...I'm allergic to these you fool. Goose-down feathers make my skin itch."

"Could we all just get back to murdering Sara," said Robert as he grabbed a syringe.

"NO!" shrieked Sara when Robert approached.

Katarina, knife still in hand, laughed hysterically. "I'm finishing this! Raymond, you're dead!" She plunged the knife into his heart.

Sarita
05-10-2005, 02:46 AM
"I can't breathe!" The blind girl gasped as she fumbled for her inhaler. Those dreams of mangled flesh always resulted in an asthma attack. Too many times she was alone dealing with this, so she thought.

He emerged from behind the curtains with a huge presence, she could feel immediately. "Miss me?" she heard his raspy, beer drenched voice ask. Still gasping, she fumbled around trying to make her breathing slow down.

"Dr. Peabody!" Sara cried, "Help me!"

"Now Sara dear. Dr. Peabody is a hopeless drunk," said the nurse from the doorway. Sara gasped as she felt Robert, the intern, wrap the straight jacket around her.

"NO! Don't you see I'm having an asthma attack. Give me something!"

Dr. Peabody stumbled into the room. "Hel--lll--ooo sweet cheeks! Did you think I'd forget about your breast and pelvic exams?" He fell over and hit his head against something that made a loud clang. "What the hell is this puddle doing in the middle--did you pee, Robert?"

"No, doctor, she did. She wet herself and the door guard and is now unconscious. I just gave her the demerol."

"Cretin! She's allergic to that stuff," he said whilst slapping the intern. "Are you trying to kill her?"

"Actually, yes, doctor," Robert whispered. "Sara was my lover."

"But, why would you even consider demerol? You know I'm running low, and there are absolutely no ways to get more since my license was recently revoked."

Denise, the nurse-who was mean and jealous, because she was secretly in love with Dr. Raymond Peabody, as was Sara-started freaking out. "I need that woman dead. Let's try something different."

Sara began screaming.

The phone rang. "Under control, everyone! Your wife, Katarina," said the secretary. "She is on line 1, Dr. Peabody. She sounds hysterical!"

Peabody grabbed the phone and said, "Hello darlin..nice of you to.....honey, calm down, that's just Sara, the nut case screaming. Everything's fine....Should be home..."

"RAYMOND!! You bastard! Why didn't you feed the fish?"

Peabody blushed. "Sweetie, I'm a little busy. Bye now."

Sara struggled with her straight jacket. "Take this off! I'm not certifiably looney. I'm just a little bit out of blink-sync."

The phone rang again. Peabody raged. "My wife again! Somebody kill her!"

"I heard that lizzard's blood is effective," said Denise. "We should find a nice big toad to go in her soup, or maybe a black shelob..."

"Heck, whatever it takes! Let's just do it!"

"The phone bill is due."

"What?! Go down and pay it! We're trying to stay in business."

"How am I gonna pay without killin' the girl? Her trust fund..."

Suddenly Katarina stormed into the office brandishing a large knife. "Where is that f**king b*stard!!"

Peabody hid behind Denise as his wife tried to slaughter him there.

"You f**king COWARD! If you wanted some action why didn't you come home? I could have given you..."

Denise interrupted. "Your order is ready."

"What the hell is that supposed to mean?" Katarina, confused, lowered her knife.

Denise grabbed Katrina's arm, plunging the knife into the pillow, which released feathers into Peabody's flaring nostrils.

"Ahhh...I'm allergic to these you fool. Goose-down feathers make my skin itch."

"Could we all just get back to murdering Sara," said Robert as he grabbed a syringe.

"NO!" shrieked Sara when Robert approached.

Katarina, knife still in hand, laughed hysterically. "I'm finishing this! Raymond, you're dead!" She plunged the knife into his heart. Blood gurgled from

rhymegirl
05-10-2005, 02:47 AM
"I can't breathe!" The blind girl gasped as she fumbled for her inhaler. Those dreams of mangled flesh always resulted in an asthma attack. Too many times she was alone dealing with this, so she thought.

He emerged from behind the curtains with a huge presence, she could feel immediately. "Miss me?" she heard his raspy, beer drenched voice ask. Still gasping, she fumbled around trying to make her breathing slow down.

"Dr. Peabody!" Sara cried, "Help me!"

"Now Sara dear. Dr. Peabody is a hopeless drunk," said the nurse from the doorway. Sara gasped as she felt Robert, the intern, wrap the straight jacket around her.

"NO! Don't you see I'm having an asthma attack. Give me something!"

Dr. Peabody stumbled into the room. "Hel--lll--ooo sweet cheeks! Did you think I'd forget about your breast and pelvic exams?" He fell over and hit his head against something that made a loud clang. "What the hell is this puddle doing in the middle--did you pee, Robert?"

"No, doctor, she did. She wet herself and the door guard and is now unconscious. I just gave her the demerol."

"Cretin! She's allergic to that stuff," he said whilst slapping the intern. "Are you trying to kill her?"

"Actually, yes, doctor," Robert whispered. "Sara was my lover."

"But, why would you even consider demerol? You know I'm running low, and there are absolutely no ways to get more since my license was recently revoked."

Denise, the nurse-who was mean and jealous, because she was secretly in love with Dr. Raymond Peabody, as was Sara-started freaking out. "I need that woman dead. Let's try something different."

Sara began screaming.

The phone rang. "Under control, everyone! Your wife, Katarina," said the secretary. "She is on line 1, Dr. Peabody. She sounds hysterical!"

Peabody grabbed the phone and said, "Hello darlin..nice of you to.....honey, calm down, that's just Sara, the nut case screaming. Everything's fine....Should be home..."

"RAYMOND!! You bastard! Why didn't you feed the fish?"

Peabody blushed. "Sweetie, I'm a little busy. Bye now."

Sara struggled with her straight jacket. "Take this off! I'm not certifiably looney. I'm just a little bit out of blink-sync."

The phone rang again. Peabody raged. "My wife again! Somebody kill her!"

"I heard that lizzard's blood is effective," said Denise. "We should find a nice big toad to go in her soup, or maybe a black shelob..."

"Heck, whatever it takes! Let's just do it!"

"The phone bill is due."

"What?! Go down and pay it! We're trying to stay in business."

"How am I gonna pay without killin' the girl? Her trust fund..."

Suddenly Katarina stormed into the office brandishing a large knife. "Where is that f**king b*stard!!"

Peabody hid behind Denise as his wife tried to slaughter him there.

"You f**king COWARD! If you wanted some action why didn't you come home? I could have given you..."

Denise interrupted. "Your order is ready."

"What the hell is that supposed to mean?" Katarina, confused, lowered her knife.

Denise grabbed Katrina's arm, plunging the knife into the pillow, which released feathers into Peabody's flaring nostrils.

"Ahhh...I'm allergic to these you fool. Goose-down feathers make my skin itch."

"Could we all just get back to murdering Sara," said Robert as he grabbed a syringe.

"NO!" shrieked Sara when Robert approached.

Katarina, knife still in hand, laughed hysterically. "I'm finishing this! Raymond, you're dead!" She plunged the knife into his heart. Blood gurgled from him like a

maestrowork
05-10-2005, 03:07 AM
"I can't breathe!" The blind girl gasped as she fumbled for her inhaler. Those dreams of mangled flesh always resulted in an asthma attack. Too many times she was alone dealing with this, so she thought.

He emerged from behind the curtains with a huge presence, she could feel immediately. "Miss me?" she heard his raspy, beer drenched voice ask. Still gasping, she fumbled around trying to make her breathing slow down.

"Dr. Peabody!" Sara cried, "Help me!"

"Now Sara dear. Dr. Peabody is a hopeless drunk," said the nurse from the doorway. Sara gasped as she felt Robert, the intern, wrap the straight jacket around her.

"NO! Don't you see I'm having an asthma attack. Give me something!"

Dr. Peabody stumbled into the room. "Hel--lll--ooo sweet cheeks! Did you think I'd forget about your breast and pelvic exams?" He fell over and hit his head against something that made a loud clang. "What the hell is this puddle doing in the middle--did you pee, Robert?"

"No, doctor, she did. She wet herself and the door guard and is now unconscious. I just gave her the demerol."

"Cretin! She's allergic to that stuff," he said whilst slapping the intern. "Are you trying to kill her?"

"Actually, yes, doctor," Robert whispered. "Sara was my lover."

"But, why would you even consider demerol? You know I'm running low, and there are absolutely no ways to get more since my license was recently revoked."

Denise, the nurse-who was mean and jealous, because she was secretly in love with Dr. Raymond Peabody, as was Sara-started freaking out. "I need that woman dead. Let's try something different."

Sara began screaming.

The phone rang. "Under control, everyone! Your wife, Katarina," said the secretary. "She is on line 1, Dr. Peabody. She sounds hysterical!"

Peabody grabbed the phone and said, "Hello darlin..nice of you to.....honey, calm down, that's just Sara, the nut case screaming. Everything's fine....Should be home..."

"RAYMOND!! You bastard! Why didn't you feed the fish?"

Peabody blushed. "Sweetie, I'm a little busy. Bye now."

Sara struggled with her straight jacket. "Take this off! I'm not certifiably looney. I'm just a little bit out of blink-sync."

The phone rang again. Peabody raged. "My wife again! Somebody kill her!"

"I heard that lizzard's blood is effective," said Denise. "We should find a nice big toad to go in her soup, or maybe a black shelob..."

"Heck, whatever it takes! Let's just do it!"

"The phone bill is due."

"What?! Go down and pay it! We're trying to stay in business."

"How am I gonna pay without killin' the girl? Her trust fund..."

Suddenly Katarina stormed into the office brandishing a large knife. "Where is that f**king b*stard!!"

Peabody hid behind Denise as his wife tried to slaughter him there.

"You f**king COWARD! If you wanted some action why didn't you come home? I could have given you..."

Denise interrupted. "Your order is ready."

"What the hell is that supposed to mean?" Katarina, confused, lowered her knife.

Denise grabbed Katrina's arm, plunging the knife into the pillow, which released feathers into Peabody's flaring nostrils.

"Ahhh...I'm allergic to these you fool. Goose-down feathers make my skin itch."

"Could we all just get back to murdering Sara," said Robert as he grabbed a syringe.

"NO!" shrieked Sara when Robert approached.

Katarina, knife still in hand, laughed hysterically. "I'm finishing this! Raymond, you're dead!" She plunged the knife into his heart. Blood gurgled from him like a cherry icee fountain

rhymegirl
05-10-2005, 03:46 AM
"I can't breathe!" The blind girl gasped as she fumbled for her inhaler. Those dreams of mangled flesh always resulted in an asthma attack. Too many times she was alone dealing with this, so she thought.

He emerged from behind the curtains with a huge presence, she could feel immediately. "Miss me?" she heard his raspy, beer drenched voice ask. Still gasping, she fumbled around trying to make her breathing slow down.

"Dr. Peabody!" Sara cried, "Help me!"

"Now Sara dear. Dr. Peabody is a hopeless drunk," said the nurse from the doorway. Sara gasped as she felt Robert, the intern, wrap the straight jacket around her.

"NO! Don't you see I'm having an asthma attack. Give me something!"

Dr. Peabody stumbled into the room. "Hel--lll--ooo sweet cheeks! Did you think I'd forget about your breast and pelvic exams?" He fell over and hit his head against something that made a loud clang. "What the hell is this puddle doing in the middle--did you pee, Robert?"

"No, doctor, she did. She wet herself and the door guard and is now unconscious. I just gave her the demerol."

"Cretin! She's allergic to that stuff," he said whilst slapping the intern. "Are you trying to kill her?"

"Actually, yes, doctor," Robert whispered. "Sara was my lover."

"But, why would you even consider demerol? You know I'm running low, and there are absolutely no ways to get more since my license was recently revoked."

Denise, the nurse-who was mean and jealous, because she was secretly in love with Dr. Raymond Peabody, as was Sara-started freaking out. "I need that woman dead. Let's try something different."

Sara began screaming.

The phone rang. "Under control, everyone! Your wife, Katarina," said the secretary. "She is on line 1, Dr. Peabody. She sounds hysterical!"

Peabody grabbed the phone and said, "Hello darlin..nice of you to.....honey, calm down, that's just Sara, the nut case screaming. Everything's fine....Should be home..."

"RAYMOND!! You bastard! Why didn't you feed the fish?"

Peabody blushed. "Sweetie, I'm a little busy. Bye now."

Sara struggled with her straight jacket. "Take this off! I'm not certifiably looney. I'm just a little bit out of blink-sync."

The phone rang again. Peabody raged. "My wife again! Somebody kill her!"

"I heard that lizzard's blood is effective," said Denise. "We should find a nice big toad to go in her soup, or maybe a black shelob..."

"Heck, whatever it takes! Let's just do it!"

"The phone bill is due."

"What?! Go down and pay it! We're trying to stay in business."

"How am I gonna pay without killin' the girl? Her trust fund..."

Suddenly Katarina stormed into the office brandishing a large knife. "Where is that f**king b*stard!!"

Peabody hid behind Denise as his wife tried to slaughter him there.

"You f**king COWARD! If you wanted some action why didn't you come home? I could have given you..."

Denise interrupted. "Your order is ready."

"What the hell is that supposed to mean?" Katarina, confused, lowered her knife.

Denise grabbed Katrina's arm, plunging the knife into the pillow, which released feathers into Peabody's flaring nostrils.

"Ahhh...I'm allergic to these you fool. Goose-down feathers make my skin itch."

"Could we all just get back to murdering Sara," said Robert as he grabbed a syringe.

"NO!" shrieked Sara when Robert approached.

Katarina, knife still in hand, laughed hysterically. "I'm finishing this! Raymond, you're dead!" She plunged the knife into his heart. Blood gurgled from him like a cherry icee fountain."

Sara screamed again.

Rob-rite
05-10-2005, 04:30 AM
"I can't breathe!" The blind girl gasped as she fumbled for her inhaler. Those dreams of mangled flesh always resulted in an asthma attack. Too many times she was alone dealing with this, so she thought.

He emerged from behind the curtains with a huge presence, she could feel immediately. "Miss me?" she heard his raspy, beer drenched voice ask. Still gasping, she fumbled around trying to make her breathing slow down.

"Dr. Peabody!" Sara cried, "Help me!"

"Now Sara dear. Dr. Peabody is a hopeless drunk," said the nurse from the doorway. Sara gasped as she felt Robert, the intern, wrap the straight jacket around her.

"NO! Don't you see I'm having an asthma attack. Give me something!"

Dr. Peabody stumbled into the room. "Hel--lll--ooo sweet cheeks! Did you think I'd forget about your breast and pelvic exams?" He fell over and hit his head against something that made a loud clang. "What the hell is this puddle doing in the middle--did you pee, Robert?"

"No, doctor, she did. She wet herself and the door guard and is now unconscious. I just gave her the demerol."

"Cretin! She's allergic to that stuff," he said whilst slapping the intern. "Are you trying to kill her?"

"Actually, yes, doctor," Robert whispered. "Sara was my lover."

"But, why would you even consider demerol? You know I'm running low, and there are absolutely no ways to get more since my license was recently revoked."

Denise, the nurse-who was mean and jealous, because she was secretly in love with Dr. Raymond Peabody, as was Sara-started freaking out. "I need that woman dead. Let's try something different."

Sara began screaming.

The phone rang. "Under control, everyone! Your wife, Katarina," said the secretary. "She is on line 1, Dr. Peabody. She sounds hysterical!"

Peabody grabbed the phone and said, "Hello darlin..nice of you to.....honey, calm down, that's just Sara, the nut case screaming. Everything's fine....Should be home..."

"RAYMOND!! You bastard! Why didn't you feed the fish?"

Peabody blushed. "Sweetie, I'm a little busy. Bye now."

Sara struggled with her straight jacket. "Take this off! I'm not certifiably looney. I'm just a little bit out of blink-sync."

The phone rang again. Peabody raged. "My wife again! Somebody kill her!"

"I heard that lizzard's blood is effective," said Denise. "We should find a nice big toad to go in her soup, or maybe a black shelob..."

"Heck, whatever it takes! Let's just do it!"

"The phone bill is due."

"What?! Go down and pay it! We're trying to stay in business."

"How am I gonna pay without killin' the girl? Her trust fund..."

Suddenly Katarina stormed into the office brandishing a large knife. "Where is that f**king b*stard!!"

Peabody hid behind Denise as his wife tried to slaughter him there.

"You f**king COWARD! If you wanted some action why didn't you come home? I could have given you..."

Denise interrupted. "Your order is ready."

"What the hell is that supposed to mean?" Katarina, confused, lowered her knife.

Denise grabbed Katrina's arm, plunging the knife into the pillow, which released feathers into Peabody's flaring nostrils.

"Ahhh...I'm allergic to these you fool. Goose-down feathers make my skin itch."

"Could we all just get back to murdering Sara," said Robert as he grabbed a syringe.

"NO!" shrieked Sara when Robert approached.

Katarina, knife still in hand, laughed hysterically. "I'm finishing this! Raymond, you're dead!" She plunged the knife into his heart. Blood gurgled from him like a cherry icee fountain."

Sara screamed again. Robert grinned as

rhymegirl
05-10-2005, 04:35 AM
"I can't breathe!" The blind girl gasped as she fumbled for her inhaler. Those dreams of mangled flesh always resulted in an asthma attack. Too many times she was alone dealing with this, so she thought.

He emerged from behind the curtains with a huge presence, she could feel immediately. "Miss me?" she heard his raspy, beer drenched voice ask. Still gasping, she fumbled around trying to make her breathing slow down.

"Dr. Peabody!" Sara cried, "Help me!"

"Now Sara dear. Dr. Peabody is a hopeless drunk," said the nurse from the doorway. Sara gasped as she felt Robert, the intern, wrap the straight jacket around her.

"NO! Don't you see I'm having an asthma attack. Give me something!"

Dr. Peabody stumbled into the room. "Hel--lll--ooo sweet cheeks! Did you think I'd forget about your breast and pelvic exams?" He fell over and hit his head against something that made a loud clang. "What the hell is this puddle doing in the middle--did you pee, Robert?"

"No, doctor, she did. She wet herself and the door guard and is now unconscious. I just gave her the demerol."

"Cretin! She's allergic to that stuff," he said whilst slapping the intern. "Are you trying to kill her?"

"Actually, yes, doctor," Robert whispered. "Sara was my lover."

"But, why would you even consider demerol? You know I'm running low, and there are absolutely no ways to get more since my license was recently revoked."

Denise, the nurse-who was mean and jealous, because she was secretly in love with Dr. Raymond Peabody, as was Sara-started freaking out. "I need that woman dead. Let's try something different."

Sara began screaming.

The phone rang. "Under control, everyone! Your wife, Katarina," said the secretary. "She is on line 1, Dr. Peabody. She sounds hysterical!"

Peabody grabbed the phone and said, "Hello darlin..nice of you to.....honey, calm down, that's just Sara, the nut case screaming. Everything's fine....Should be home..."

"RAYMOND!! You bastard! Why didn't you feed the fish?"

Peabody blushed. "Sweetie, I'm a little busy. Bye now."

Sara struggled with her straight jacket. "Take this off! I'm not certifiably looney. I'm just a little bit out of blink-sync."

The phone rang again. Peabody raged. "My wife again! Somebody kill her!"

"I heard that lizzard's blood is effective," said Denise. "We should find a nice big toad to go in her soup, or maybe a black shelob..."

"Heck, whatever it takes! Let's just do it!"

"The phone bill is due."

"What?! Go down and pay it! We're trying to stay in business."

"How am I gonna pay without killin' the girl? Her trust fund..."

Suddenly Katarina stormed into the office brandishing a large knife. "Where is that f**king b*stard!!"

Peabody hid behind Denise as his wife tried to slaughter him there.

"You f**king COWARD! If you wanted some action why didn't you come home? I could have given you..."

Denise interrupted. "Your order is ready."

"What the hell is that supposed to mean?" Katarina, confused, lowered her knife.

Denise grabbed Katrina's arm, plunging the knife into the pillow, which released feathers into Peabody's flaring nostrils.

"Ahhh...I'm allergic to these you fool. Goose-down feathers make my skin itch."

"Could we all just get back to murdering Sara," said Robert as he grabbed a syringe.

"NO!" shrieked Sara when Robert approached.

Katarina, knife still in hand, laughed hysterically. "I'm finishing this! Raymond, you're dead!" She plunged the knife into his heart. Blood gurgled from him like a cherry icee fountain.

Sara screamed again. Robert grinned as he jabbed the

Sarita
05-10-2005, 05:23 AM
"I can't breathe!" The blind girl gasped as she fumbled for her inhaler. Those dreams of mangled flesh always resulted in an asthma attack. Too many times she was alone dealing with this, so she thought.

He emerged from behind the curtains with a huge presence, she could feel immediately. "Miss me?" she heard his raspy, beer drenched voice ask. Still gasping, she fumbled around trying to make her breathing slow down.

"Dr. Peabody!" Sara cried, "Help me!"

"Now Sara dear. Dr. Peabody is a hopeless drunk," said the nurse from the doorway. Sara gasped as she felt Robert, the intern, wrap the straight jacket around her.

"NO! Don't you see I'm having an asthma attack. Give me something!"

Dr. Peabody stumbled into the room. "Hel--lll--ooo sweet cheeks! Did you think I'd forget about your breast and pelvic exams?" He fell over and hit his head against something that made a loud clang. "What the hell is this puddle doing in the middle--did you pee, Robert?"

"No, doctor, she did. She wet herself and the door guard and is now unconscious. I just gave her the demerol."

"Cretin! She's allergic to that stuff," he said whilst slapping the intern. "Are you trying to kill her?"

"Actually, yes, doctor," Robert whispered. "Sara was my lover."

"But, why would you even consider demerol? You know I'm running low, and there are absolutely no ways to get more since my license was recently revoked."

Denise, the nurse-who was mean and jealous, because she was secretly in love with Dr. Raymond Peabody, as was Sara-started freaking out. "I need that woman dead. Let's try something different."

Sara began screaming.

The phone rang. "Under control, everyone! Your wife, Katarina," said the secretary. "She is on line 1, Dr. Peabody. She sounds hysterical!"

Peabody grabbed the phone and said, "Hello darlin..nice of you to.....honey, calm down, that's just Sara, the nut case screaming. Everything's fine....Should be home..."

"RAYMOND!! You bastard! Why didn't you feed the fish?"

Peabody blushed. "Sweetie, I'm a little busy. Bye now."

Sara struggled with her straight jacket. "Take this off! I'm not certifiably looney. I'm just a little bit out of blink-sync."

The phone rang again. Peabody raged. "My wife again! Somebody kill her!"

"I heard that lizzard's blood is effective," said Denise. "We should find a nice big toad to go in her soup, or maybe a black shelob..."

"Heck, whatever it takes! Let's just do it!"

"The phone bill is due."

"What?! Go down and pay it! We're trying to stay in business."

"How am I gonna pay without killin' the girl? Her trust fund..."

Suddenly Katarina stormed into the office brandishing a large knife. "Where is that f**king b*stard!!"

Peabody hid behind Denise as his wife tried to slaughter him there.

"You f**king COWARD! If you wanted some action why didn't you come home? I could have given you..."

Denise interrupted. "Your order is ready."

"What the hell is that supposed to mean?" Katarina, confused, lowered her knife.

Denise grabbed Katrina's arm, plunging the knife into the pillow, which released feathers into Peabody's flaring nostrils.

"Ahhh...I'm allergic to these you fool. Goose-down feathers make my skin itch."

"Could we all just get back to murdering Sara," said Robert as he grabbed a syringe.

"NO!" shrieked Sara when Robert approached.

Katarina, knife still in hand, laughed hysterically. "I'm finishing this! Raymond, you're dead!" She plunged the knife into his heart. Blood gurgled from him like a cherry icee fountain.

Sara screamed again. Robert grinned as he jabbed the syringe deep into

maestrowork
05-10-2005, 05:25 AM
"I can't breathe!" The blind girl gasped as she fumbled for her inhaler. Those dreams of mangled flesh always resulted in an asthma attack. Too many times she was alone dealing with this, so she thought.

He emerged from behind the curtains with a huge presence, she could feel immediately. "Miss me?" she heard his raspy, beer drenched voice ask. Still gasping, she fumbled around trying to make her breathing slow down.

"Dr. Peabody!" Sara cried, "Help me!"

"Now Sara dear. Dr. Peabody is a hopeless drunk," said the nurse from the doorway. Sara gasped as she felt Robert, the intern, wrap the straight jacket around her.

"NO! Don't you see I'm having an asthma attack. Give me something!"

Dr. Peabody stumbled into the room. "Hel--lll--ooo sweet cheeks! Did you think I'd forget about your breast and pelvic exams?" He fell over and hit his head against something that made a loud clang. "What the hell is this puddle doing in the middle--did you pee, Robert?"

"No, doctor, she did. She wet herself and the door guard and is now unconscious. I just gave her the demerol."

"Cretin! She's allergic to that stuff," he said whilst slapping the intern. "Are you trying to kill her?"

"Actually, yes, doctor," Robert whispered. "Sara was my lover."

"But, why would you even consider demerol? You know I'm running low, and there are absolutely no ways to get more since my license was recently revoked."

Denise, the nurse-who was mean and jealous, because she was secretly in love with Dr. Raymond Peabody, as was Sara-started freaking out. "I need that woman dead. Let's try something different."

Sara began screaming.

The phone rang. "Under control, everyone! Your wife, Katarina," said the secretary. "She is on line 1, Dr. Peabody. She sounds hysterical!"

Peabody grabbed the phone and said, "Hello darlin..nice of you to.....honey, calm down, that's just Sara, the nut case screaming. Everything's fine....Should be home..."

"RAYMOND!! You bastard! Why didn't you feed the fish?"

Peabody blushed. "Sweetie, I'm a little busy. Bye now."

Sara struggled with her straight jacket. "Take this off! I'm not certifiably looney. I'm just a little bit out of blink-sync."

The phone rang again. Peabody raged. "My wife again! Somebody kill her!"

"I heard that lizzard's blood is effective," said Denise. "We should find a nice big toad to go in her soup, or maybe a black shelob..."

"Heck, whatever it takes! Let's just do it!"

"The phone bill is due."

"What?! Go down and pay it! We're trying to stay in business."

"How am I gonna pay without killin' the girl? Her trust fund..."

Suddenly Katarina stormed into the office brandishing a large knife. "Where is that f**king b*stard!!"

Peabody hid behind Denise as his wife tried to slaughter him there.

"You f**king COWARD! If you wanted some action why didn't you come home? I could have given you..."

Denise interrupted. "Your order is ready."

"What the hell is that supposed to mean?" Katarina, confused, lowered her knife.

Denise grabbed Katrina's arm, plunging the knife into the pillow, which released feathers into Peabody's flaring nostrils.

"Ahhh...I'm allergic to these you fool. Goose-down feathers make my skin itch."

"Could we all just get back to murdering Sara," said Robert as he grabbed a syringe.

"NO!" shrieked Sara when Robert approached.

Katarina, knife still in hand, laughed hysterically. "I'm finishing this! Raymond, you're dead!" She plunged the knife into his heart. Blood gurgled from him like a cherry icee fountain.

Sara screamed again. Robert grinned as he jabbed the syringe deep into her blind eye.

Sarita
05-10-2005, 05:27 AM
"I can't breathe!" The blind girl gasped as she fumbled for her inhaler. Those dreams of mangled flesh always resulted in an asthma attack. Too many times she was alone dealing with this, so she thought.

He emerged from behind the curtains with a huge presence, she could feel immediately. "Miss me?" she heard his raspy, beer drenched voice ask. Still gasping, she fumbled around trying to make her breathing slow down.

"Dr. Peabody!" Sara cried, "Help me!"

"Now Sara dear. Dr. Peabody is a hopeless drunk," said the nurse from the doorway. Sara gasped as she felt Robert, the intern, wrap the straight jacket around her.

"NO! Don't you see I'm having an asthma attack. Give me something!"

Dr. Peabody stumbled into the room. "Hel--lll--ooo sweet cheeks! Did you think I'd forget about your breast and pelvic exams?" He fell over and hit his head against something that made a loud clang. "What the hell is this puddle doing in the middle--did you pee, Robert?"

"No, doctor, she did. She wet herself and the door guard and is now unconscious. I just gave her the demerol."

"Cretin! She's allergic to that stuff," he said whilst slapping the intern. "Are you trying to kill her?"

"Actually, yes, doctor," Robert whispered. "Sara was my lover."

"But, why would you even consider demerol? You know I'm running low, and there are absolutely no ways to get more since my license was recently revoked."

Denise, the nurse-who was mean and jealous, because she was secretly in love with Dr. Raymond Peabody, as was Sara-started freaking out. "I need that woman dead. Let's try something different."

Sara began screaming.

The phone rang. "Under control, everyone! Your wife, Katarina," said the secretary. "She is on line 1, Dr. Peabody. She sounds hysterical!"

Peabody grabbed the phone and said, "Hello darlin..nice of you to.....honey, calm down, that's just Sara, the nut case screaming. Everything's fine....Should be home..."

"RAYMOND!! You bastard! Why didn't you feed the fish?"

Peabody blushed. "Sweetie, I'm a little busy. Bye now."

Sara struggled with her straight jacket. "Take this off! I'm not certifiably looney. I'm just a little bit out of blink-sync."

The phone rang again. Peabody raged. "My wife again! Somebody kill her!"

"I heard that lizzard's blood is effective," said Denise. "We should find a nice big toad to go in her soup, or maybe a black shelob..."

"Heck, whatever it takes! Let's just do it!"

"The phone bill is due."

"What?! Go down and pay it! We're trying to stay in business."

"How am I gonna pay without killin' the girl? Her trust fund..."

Suddenly Katarina stormed into the office brandishing a large knife. "Where is that f**king b*stard!!"

Peabody hid behind Denise as his wife tried to slaughter him there.

"You f**king COWARD! If you wanted some action why didn't you come home? I could have given you..."

Denise interrupted. "Your order is ready."

"What the hell is that supposed to mean?" Katarina, confused, lowered her knife.

Denise grabbed Katrina's arm, plunging the knife into the pillow, which released feathers into Peabody's flaring nostrils.

"Ahhh...I'm allergic to these you fool. Goose-down feathers make my skin itch."

"Could we all just get back to murdering Sara," said Robert as he grabbed a syringe.

"NO!" shrieked Sara when Robert approached.

Katarina, knife still in hand, laughed hysterically. "I'm finishing this! Raymond, you're dead!" She plunged the knife into his heart. Blood gurgled from him like a cherry icee fountain.

Sara screamed again. Robert grinned as he jabbed the syringe deep into her blind eye.

"That was for

rhymegirl
05-10-2005, 05:32 AM
"I can't breathe!" The blind girl gasped as she fumbled for her inhaler. Those dreams of mangled flesh always resulted in an asthma attack. Too many times she was alone dealing with this, so she thought.

He emerged from behind the curtains with a huge presence, she could feel immediately. "Miss me?" she heard his raspy, beer drenched voice ask. Still gasping, she fumbled around trying to make her breathing slow down.

"Dr. Peabody!" Sara cried, "Help me!"

"Now Sara dear. Dr. Peabody is a hopeless drunk," said the nurse from the doorway. Sara gasped as she felt Robert, the intern, wrap the straight jacket around her.

"NO! Don't you see I'm having an asthma attack. Give me something!"

Dr. Peabody stumbled into the room. "Hel--lll--ooo sweet cheeks! Did you think I'd forget about your breast and pelvic exams?" He fell over and hit his head against something that made a loud clang. "What the hell is this puddle doing in the middle--did you pee, Robert?"

"No, doctor, she did. She wet herself and the door guard and is now unconscious. I just gave her the demerol."

"Cretin! She's allergic to that stuff," he said whilst slapping the intern. "Are you trying to kill her?"

"Actually, yes, doctor," Robert whispered. "Sara was my lover."

"But, why would you even consider demerol? You know I'm running low, and there are absolutely no ways to get more since my license was recently revoked."

Denise, the nurse-who was mean and jealous, because she was secretly in love with Dr. Raymond Peabody, as was Sara-started freaking out. "I need that woman dead. Let's try something different."

Sara began screaming.

The phone rang. "Under control, everyone! Your wife, Katarina," said the secretary. "She is on line 1, Dr. Peabody. She sounds hysterical!"

Peabody grabbed the phone and said, "Hello darlin..nice of you to.....honey, calm down, that's just Sara, the nut case screaming. Everything's fine....Should be home..."

"RAYMOND!! You bastard! Why didn't you feed the fish?"

Peabody blushed. "Sweetie, I'm a little busy. Bye now."

Sara struggled with her straight jacket. "Take this off! I'm not certifiably looney. I'm just a little bit out of blink-sync."

The phone rang again. Peabody raged. "My wife again! Somebody kill her!"

"I heard that lizzard's blood is effective," said Denise. "We should find a nice big toad to go in her soup, or maybe a black shelob..."

"Heck, whatever it takes! Let's just do it!"

"The phone bill is due."

"What?! Go down and pay it! We're trying to stay in business."

"How am I gonna pay without killin' the girl? Her trust fund..."

Suddenly Katarina stormed into the office brandishing a large knife. "Where is that f**king b*stard!!"

Peabody hid behind Denise as his wife tried to slaughter him there.

"You f**king COWARD! If you wanted some action why didn't you come home? I could have given you..."

Denise interrupted. "Your order is ready."

"What the hell is that supposed to mean?" Katarina, confused, lowered her knife.

Denise grabbed Katrina's arm, plunging the knife into the pillow, which released feathers into Peabody's flaring nostrils.

"Ahhh...I'm allergic to these you fool. Goose-down feathers make my skin itch."

"Could we all just get back to murdering Sara," said Robert as he grabbed a syringe.

"NO!" shrieked Sara when Robert approached.

Katarina, knife still in hand, laughed hysterically. "I'm finishing this! Raymond, you're dead!" She plunged the knife into his heart. Blood gurgled from him like a cherry icee fountain.

Sara screamed again. Robert grinned as he jabbed the syringe deep into her blind eye.

"That was for making fun of

Sarita
05-10-2005, 05:33 AM
"I can't breathe!" The blind girl gasped as she fumbled for her inhaler. Those dreams of mangled flesh always resulted in an asthma attack. Too many times she was alone dealing with this, so she thought.

He emerged from behind the curtains with a huge presence, she could feel immediately. "Miss me?" she heard his raspy, beer drenched voice ask. Still gasping, she fumbled around trying to make her breathing slow down.

"Dr. Peabody!" Sara cried, "Help me!"

"Now Sara dear. Dr. Peabody is a hopeless drunk," said the nurse from the doorway. Sara gasped as she felt Robert, the intern, wrap the straight jacket around her.

"NO! Don't you see I'm having an asthma attack. Give me something!"

Dr. Peabody stumbled into the room. "Hel--lll--ooo sweet cheeks! Did you think I'd forget about your breast and pelvic exams?" He fell over and hit his head against something that made a loud clang. "What the hell is this puddle doing in the middle--did you pee, Robert?"

"No, doctor, she did. She wet herself and the door guard and is now unconscious. I just gave her the demerol."

"Cretin! She's allergic to that stuff," he said whilst slapping the intern. "Are you trying to kill her?"

"Actually, yes, doctor," Robert whispered. "Sara was my lover."

"But, why would you even consider demerol? You know I'm running low, and there are absolutely no ways to get more since my license was recently revoked."

Denise, the nurse-who was mean and jealous, because she was secretly in love with Dr. Raymond Peabody, as was Sara-started freaking out. "I need that woman dead. Let's try something different."

Sara began screaming.

The phone rang. "Under control, everyone! Your wife, Katarina," said the secretary. "She is on line 1, Dr. Peabody. She sounds hysterical!"

Peabody grabbed the phone and said, "Hello darlin..nice of you to.....honey, calm down, that's just Sara, the nut case screaming. Everything's fine....Should be home..."

"RAYMOND!! You bastard! Why didn't you feed the fish?"

Peabody blushed. "Sweetie, I'm a little busy. Bye now."

Sara struggled with her straight jacket. "Take this off! I'm not certifiably looney. I'm just a little bit out of blink-sync."

The phone rang again. Peabody raged. "My wife again! Somebody kill her!"

"I heard that lizzard's blood is effective," said Denise. "We should find a nice big toad to go in her soup, or maybe a black shelob..."

"Heck, whatever it takes! Let's just do it!"

"The phone bill is due."

"What?! Go down and pay it! We're trying to stay in business."

"How am I gonna pay without killin' the girl? Her trust fund..."

Suddenly Katarina stormed into the office brandishing a large knife. "Where is that f**king b*stard!!"

Peabody hid behind Denise as his wife tried to slaughter him there.

"You f**king COWARD! If you wanted some action why didn't you come home? I could have given you..."

Denise interrupted. "Your order is ready."

"What the hell is that supposed to mean?" Katarina, confused, lowered her knife.

Denise grabbed Katrina's arm, plunging the knife into the pillow, which released feathers into Peabody's flaring nostrils.

"Ahhh...I'm allergic to these you fool. Goose-down feathers make my skin itch."

"Could we all just get back to murdering Sara," said Robert as he grabbed a syringe.

"NO!" shrieked Sara when Robert approached.

Katarina, knife still in hand, laughed hysterically. "I'm finishing this! Raymond, you're dead!" She plunged the knife into his heart. Blood gurgled from him like a cherry icee fountain.

Sara screamed again. Robert grinned as he jabbed the syringe deep into her blind eye.

"That was for making fun of my magnificent buttocks

rhymegirl
05-10-2005, 05:35 AM
"I can't breathe!" The blind girl gasped as she fumbled for her inhaler. Those dreams of mangled flesh always resulted in an asthma attack. Too many times she was alone dealing with this, so she thought.

He emerged from behind the curtains with a huge presence, she could feel immediately. "Miss me?" she heard his raspy, beer drenched voice ask. Still gasping, she fumbled around trying to make her breathing slow down.

"Dr. Peabody!" Sara cried, "Help me!"

"Now Sara dear. Dr. Peabody is a hopeless drunk," said the nurse from the doorway. Sara gasped as she felt Robert, the intern, wrap the straight jacket around her.

"NO! Don't you see I'm having an asthma attack. Give me something!"

Dr. Peabody stumbled into the room. "Hel--lll--ooo sweet cheeks! Did you think I'd forget about your breast and pelvic exams?" He fell over and hit his head against something that made a loud clang. "What the hell is this puddle doing in the middle--did you pee, Robert?"

"No, doctor, she did. She wet herself and the door guard and is now unconscious. I just gave her the demerol."

"Cretin! She's allergic to that stuff," he said whilst slapping the intern. "Are you trying to kill her?"

"Actually, yes, doctor," Robert whispered. "Sara was my lover."

"But, why would you even consider demerol? You know I'm running low, and there are absolutely no ways to get more since my license was recently revoked."

Denise, the nurse-who was mean and jealous, because she was secretly in love with Dr. Raymond Peabody, as was Sara-started freaking out. "I need that woman dead. Let's try something different."

Sara began screaming.

The phone rang. "Under control, everyone! Your wife, Katarina," said the secretary. "She is on line 1, Dr. Peabody. She sounds hysterical!"

Peabody grabbed the phone and said, "Hello darlin..nice of you to.....honey, calm down, that's just Sara, the nut case screaming. Everything's fine....Should be home..."

"RAYMOND!! You bastard! Why didn't you feed the fish?"

Peabody blushed. "Sweetie, I'm a little busy. Bye now."

Sara struggled with her straight jacket. "Take this off! I'm not certifiably looney. I'm just a little bit out of blink-sync."

The phone rang again. Peabody raged. "My wife again! Somebody kill her!"

"I heard that lizzard's blood is effective," said Denise. "We should find a nice big toad to go in her soup, or maybe a black shelob..."

"Heck, whatever it takes! Let's just do it!"

"The phone bill is due."

"What?! Go down and pay it! We're trying to stay in business."

"How am I gonna pay without killin' the girl? Her trust fund..."

Suddenly Katarina stormed into the office brandishing a large knife. "Where is that f**king b*stard!!"

Peabody hid behind Denise as his wife tried to slaughter him there.

"You f**king COWARD! If you wanted some action why didn't you come home? I could have given you..."

Denise interrupted. "Your order is ready."

"What the hell is that supposed to mean?" Katarina, confused, lowered her knife.

Denise grabbed Katrina's arm, plunging the knife into the pillow, which released feathers into Peabody's flaring nostrils.

"Ahhh...I'm allergic to these you fool. Goose-down feathers make my skin itch."

"Could we all just get back to murdering Sara," said Robert as he grabbed a syringe.

"NO!" shrieked Sara when Robert approached.

Katarina, knife still in hand, laughed hysterically. "I'm finishing this! Raymond, you're dead!" She plunged the knife into his heart. Blood gurgled from him like a cherry icee fountain.

Sara screamed again. Robert grinned as he jabbed the syringe deep into her blind eye.

"That was for making fun of my magnificent buttocks," he whined.

Sara

poetinahat
05-10-2005, 06:02 AM
"I can't breathe!" The blind girl gasped as she fumbled for her inhaler. Those dreams of mangled flesh always resulted in an asthma attack. Too many times she was alone dealing with this, so she thought.

He emerged from behind the curtains with a huge presence, she could feel immediately. "Miss me?" she heard his raspy, beer drenched voice ask. Still gasping, she fumbled around trying to make her breathing slow down.

"Dr. Peabody!" Sara cried, "Help me!"

"Now Sara dear. Dr. Peabody is a hopeless drunk," said the nurse from the doorway. Sara gasped as she felt Robert, the intern, wrap the straight jacket around her.

"NO! Don't you see I'm having an asthma attack. Give me something!"

Dr. Peabody stumbled into the room. "Hel--lll--ooo sweet cheeks! Did you think I'd forget about your breast and pelvic exams?" He fell over and hit his head against something that made a loud clang. "What the hell is this puddle doing in the middle--did you pee, Robert?"

"No, doctor, she did. She wet herself and the door guard and is now unconscious. I just gave her the demerol."

"Cretin! She's allergic to that stuff," he said whilst slapping the intern. "Are you trying to kill her?"

"Actually, yes, doctor," Robert whispered. "Sara was my lover."

"But, why would you even consider demerol? You know I'm running low, and there are absolutely no ways to get more since my license was recently revoked."

Denise, the nurse-who was mean and jealous, because she was secretly in love with Dr. Raymond Peabody, as was Sara-started freaking out. "I need that woman dead. Let's try something different."

Sara began screaming.

The phone rang. "Under control, everyone! Your wife, Katarina," said the secretary. "She is on line 1, Dr. Peabody. She sounds hysterical!"

Peabody grabbed the phone and said, "Hello darlin..nice of you to.....honey, calm down, that's just Sara, the nut case screaming. Everything's fine....Should be home..."

"RAYMOND!! You bastard! Why didn't you feed the fish?"

Peabody blushed. "Sweetie, I'm a little busy. Bye now."

Sara struggled with her straight jacket. "Take this off! I'm not certifiably looney. I'm just a little bit out of blink-sync."

The phone rang again. Peabody raged. "My wife again! Somebody kill her!"

"I heard that lizzard's blood is effective," said Denise. "We should find a nice big toad to go in her soup, or maybe a black shelob..."

"Heck, whatever it takes! Let's just do it!"

"The phone bill is due."

"What?! Go down and pay it! We're trying to stay in business."

"How am I gonna pay without killin' the girl? Her trust fund..."

Suddenly Katarina stormed into the office brandishing a large knife. "Where is that f**king b*stard!!"

Peabody hid behind Denise as his wife tried to slaughter him there.

"You f**king COWARD! If you wanted some action why didn't you come home? I could have given you..."

Denise interrupted. "Your order is ready."

"What the hell is that supposed to mean?" Katarina, confused, lowered her knife.

Denise grabbed Katrina's arm, plunging the knife into the pillow, which released feathers into Peabody's flaring nostrils.

"Ahhh...I'm allergic to these you fool. Goose-down feathers make my skin itch."

"Could we all just get back to murdering Sara," said Robert as he grabbed a syringe.

"NO!" shrieked Sara when Robert approached.

Katarina, knife still in hand, laughed hysterically. "I'm finishing this! Raymond, you're dead!" She plunged the knife into his heart. Blood gurgled from him like a cherry icee fountain.

Sara screamed again. Robert grinned as he jabbed the syringe deep into her blind eye.

"That was for making fun of my magnificent buttocks," he whined.

Sara dug her fingernails

maestrowork
05-10-2005, 07:02 AM
"I can't breathe!" The blind girl gasped as she fumbled for her inhaler. Those dreams of mangled flesh always resulted in an asthma attack. Too many times she was alone dealing with this, so she thought.

He emerged from behind the curtains with a huge presence, she could feel immediately. "Miss me?" she heard his raspy, beer drenched voice ask. Still gasping, she fumbled around trying to make her breathing slow down.

"Dr. Peabody!" Sara cried, "Help me!"

"Now Sara dear. Dr. Peabody is a hopeless drunk," said the nurse from the doorway. Sara gasped as she felt Robert, the intern, wrap the straight jacket around her.

"NO! Don't you see I'm having an asthma attack. Give me something!"

Dr. Peabody stumbled into the room. "Hel--lll--ooo sweet cheeks! Did you think I'd forget about your breast and pelvic exams?" He fell over and hit his head against something that made a loud clang. "What the hell is this puddle doing in the middle--did you pee, Robert?"

"No, doctor, she did. She wet herself and the door guard and is now unconscious. I just gave her the demerol."

"Cretin! She's allergic to that stuff," he said whilst slapping the intern. "Are you trying to kill her?"

"Actually, yes, doctor," Robert whispered. "Sara was my lover."

"But, why would you even consider demerol? You know I'm running low, and there are absolutely no ways to get more since my license was recently revoked."

Denise, the nurse-who was mean and jealous, because she was secretly in love with Dr. Raymond Peabody, as was Sara-started freaking out. "I need that woman dead. Let's try something different."

Sara began screaming.

The phone rang. "Under control, everyone! Your wife, Katarina," said the secretary. "She is on line 1, Dr. Peabody. She sounds hysterical!"

Peabody grabbed the phone and said, "Hello darlin..nice of you to.....honey, calm down, that's just Sara, the nut case screaming. Everything's fine....Should be home..."

"RAYMOND!! You bastard! Why didn't you feed the fish?"

Peabody blushed. "Sweetie, I'm a little busy. Bye now."

Sara struggled with her straight jacket. "Take this off! I'm not certifiably looney. I'm just a little bit out of blink-sync."

The phone rang again. Peabody raged. "My wife again! Somebody kill her!"

"I heard that lizzard's blood is effective," said Denise. "We should find a nice big toad to go in her soup, or maybe a black shelob..."

"Heck, whatever it takes! Let's just do it!"

"The phone bill is due."

"What?! Go down and pay it! We're trying to stay in business."

"How am I gonna pay without killin' the girl? Her trust fund..."

Suddenly Katarina stormed into the office brandishing a large knife. "Where is that f**king b*stard!!"

Peabody hid behind Denise as his wife tried to slaughter him there.

"You f**king COWARD! If you wanted some action why didn't you come home? I could have given you..."

Denise interrupted. "Your order is ready."

"What the hell is that supposed to mean?" Katarina, confused, lowered her knife.

Denise grabbed Katrina's arm, plunging the knife into the pillow, which released feathers into Peabody's flaring nostrils.

"Ahhh...I'm allergic to these you fool. Goose-down feathers make my skin itch."

"Could we all just get back to murdering Sara," said Robert as he grabbed a syringe.

"NO!" shrieked Sara when Robert approached.

Katarina, knife still in hand, laughed hysterically. "I'm finishing this! Raymond, you're dead!" She plunged the knife into his heart. Blood gurgled from him like a cherry icee fountain.

Sara screamed again. Robert grinned as he jabbed the syringe deep into her blind eye.

"That was for making fun of my magnificent buttocks," he whined.

Sara dug her fingernails into Robert's gonads

rhymegirl
05-10-2005, 07:04 AM
"I can't breathe!" The blind girl gasped as she fumbled for her inhaler. Those dreams of mangled flesh always resulted in an asthma attack. Too many times she was alone dealing with this, so she thought.

He emerged from behind the curtains with a huge presence, she could feel immediately. "Miss me?" she heard his raspy, beer drenched voice ask. Still gasping, she fumbled around trying to make her breathing slow down.

"Dr. Peabody!" Sara cried, "Help me!"

"Now Sara dear. Dr. Peabody is a hopeless drunk," said the nurse from the doorway. Sara gasped as she felt Robert, the intern, wrap the straight jacket around her.

"NO! Don't you see I'm having an asthma attack. Give me something!"

Dr. Peabody stumbled into the room. "Hel--lll--ooo sweet cheeks! Did you think I'd forget about your breast and pelvic exams?" He fell over and hit his head against something that made a loud clang. "What the hell is this puddle doing in the middle--did you pee, Robert?"

"No, doctor, she did. She wet herself and the door guard and is now unconscious. I just gave her the demerol."

"Cretin! She's allergic to that stuff," he said whilst slapping the intern. "Are you trying to kill her?"

"Actually, yes, doctor," Robert whispered. "Sara was my lover."

"But, why would you even consider demerol? You know I'm running low, and there are absolutely no ways to get more since my license was recently revoked."

Denise, the nurse-who was mean and jealous, because she was secretly in love with Dr. Raymond Peabody, as was Sara-started freaking out. "I need that woman dead. Let's try something different."

Sara began screaming.

The phone rang. "Under control, everyone! Your wife, Katarina," said the secretary. "She is on line 1, Dr. Peabody. She sounds hysterical!"

Peabody grabbed the phone and said, "Hello darlin..nice of you to.....honey, calm down, that's just Sara, the nut case screaming. Everything's fine....Should be home..."

"RAYMOND!! You bastard! Why didn't you feed the fish?"

Peabody blushed. "Sweetie, I'm a little busy. Bye now."

Sara struggled with her straight jacket. "Take this off! I'm not certifiably looney. I'm just a little bit out of blink-sync."

The phone rang again. Peabody raged. "My wife again! Somebody kill her!"

"I heard that lizzard's blood is effective," said Denise. "We should find a nice big toad to go in her soup, or maybe a black shelob..."

"Heck, whatever it takes! Let's just do it!"

"The phone bill is due."

"What?! Go down and pay it! We're trying to stay in business."

"How am I gonna pay without killin' the girl? Her trust fund..."

Suddenly Katarina stormed into the office brandishing a large knife. "Where is that f**king b*stard!!"

Peabody hid behind Denise as his wife tried to slaughter him there.

"You f**king COWARD! If you wanted some action why didn't you come home? I could have given you..."

Denise interrupted. "Your order is ready."

"What the hell is that supposed to mean?" Katarina, confused, lowered her knife.

Denise grabbed Katrina's arm, plunging the knife into the pillow, which released feathers into Peabody's flaring nostrils.

"Ahhh...I'm allergic to these you fool. Goose-down feathers make my skin itch."

"Could we all just get back to murdering Sara," said Robert as he grabbed a syringe.

"NO!" shrieked Sara when Robert approached.

Katarina, knife still in hand, laughed hysterically. "I'm finishing this! Raymond, you're dead!" She plunged the knife into his heart. Blood gurgled from him like a cherry icee fountain.

Sara screamed again. Robert grinned as he jabbed the syringe deep into her blind eye.

"That was for making fun of my magnificent buttocks," he whined.

Sara dug her fingernails into Robert's gonads. "Creep!" she cried.

maestrowork
05-10-2005, 07:11 AM
"I can't breathe!" The blind girl gasped as she fumbled for her inhaler. Those dreams of mangled flesh always resulted in an asthma attack. Too many times she was alone dealing with this, so she thought.

He emerged from behind the curtains with a huge presence, she could feel immediately. "Miss me?" she heard his raspy, beer drenched voice ask. Still gasping, she fumbled around trying to make her breathing slow down.

"Dr. Peabody!" Sara cried, "Help me!"

"Now Sara dear. Dr. Peabody is a hopeless drunk," said the nurse from the doorway. Sara gasped as she felt Robert, the intern, wrap the straight jacket around her.

"NO! Don't you see I'm having an asthma attack. Give me something!"

Dr. Peabody stumbled into the room. "Hel--lll--ooo sweet cheeks! Did you think I'd forget about your breast and pelvic exams?" He fell over and hit his head against something that made a loud clang. "What the hell is this puddle doing in the middle--did you pee, Robert?"

"No, doctor, she did. She wet herself and the door guard and is now unconscious. I just gave her the demerol."

"Cretin! She's allergic to that stuff," he said whilst slapping the intern. "Are you trying to kill her?"

"Actually, yes, doctor," Robert whispered. "Sara was my lover."

"But, why would you even consider demerol? You know I'm running low, and there are absolutely no ways to get more since my license was recently revoked."

Denise, the nurse-who was mean and jealous, because she was secretly in love with Dr. Raymond Peabody, as was Sara-started freaking out. "I need that woman dead. Let's try something different."

Sara began screaming.

The phone rang. "Under control, everyone! Your wife, Katarina," said the secretary. "She is on line 1, Dr. Peabody. She sounds hysterical!"

Peabody grabbed the phone and said, "Hello darlin..nice of you to.....honey, calm down, that's just Sara, the nut case screaming. Everything's fine....Should be home..."

"RAYMOND!! You bastard! Why didn't you feed the fish?"

Peabody blushed. "Sweetie, I'm a little busy. Bye now."

Sara struggled with her straight jacket. "Take this off! I'm not certifiably looney. I'm just a little bit out of blink-sync."

The phone rang again. Peabody raged. "My wife again! Somebody kill her!"

"I heard that lizzard's blood is effective," said Denise. "We should find a nice big toad to go in her soup, or maybe a black shelob..."

"Heck, whatever it takes! Let's just do it!"

"The phone bill is due."

"What?! Go down and pay it! We're trying to stay in business."

"How am I gonna pay without killin' the girl? Her trust fund..."

Suddenly Katarina stormed into the office brandishing a large knife. "Where is that f**king b*stard!!"

Peabody hid behind Denise as his wife tried to slaughter him there.

"You f**king COWARD! If you wanted some action why didn't you come home? I could have given you..."

Denise interrupted. "Your order is ready."

"What the hell is that supposed to mean?" Katarina, confused, lowered her knife.

Denise grabbed Katrina's arm, plunging the knife into the pillow, which released feathers into Peabody's flaring nostrils.

"Ahhh...I'm allergic to these you fool. Goose-down feathers make my skin itch."

"Could we all just get back to murdering Sara," said Robert as he grabbed a syringe.

"NO!" shrieked Sara when Robert approached.

Katarina, knife still in hand, laughed hysterically. "I'm finishing this! Raymond, you're dead!" She plunged the knife into his heart. Blood gurgled from him like a cherry icee fountain.

Sara screamed again. Robert grinned as he jabbed the syringe deep into her blind eye.

"That was for making fun of my magnificent buttocks," he whined.

Sara dug her fingernails into Robert's gonads. "Creep!" she cried. She pulled hard

rhymegirl
05-10-2005, 07:20 AM
"I can't breathe!" The blind girl gasped as she fumbled for her inhaler. Those dreams of mangled flesh always resulted in an asthma attack. Too many times she was alone dealing with this, so she thought.

He emerged from behind the curtains with a huge presence, she could feel immediately. "Miss me?" she heard his raspy, beer drenched voice ask. Still gasping, she fumbled around trying to make her breathing slow down.

"Dr. Peabody!" Sara cried, "Help me!"

"Now Sara dear. Dr. Peabody is a hopeless drunk," said the nurse from the doorway. Sara gasped as she felt Robert, the intern, wrap the straight jacket around her.

"NO! Don't you see I'm having an asthma attack. Give me something!"

Dr. Peabody stumbled into the room. "Hel--lll--ooo sweet cheeks! Did you think I'd forget about your breast and pelvic exams?" He fell over and hit his head against something that made a loud clang. "What the hell is this puddle doing in the middle--did you pee, Robert?"

"No, doctor, she did. She wet herself and the door guard and is now unconscious. I just gave her the demerol."

"Cretin! She's allergic to that stuff," he said whilst slapping the intern. "Are you trying to kill her?"

"Actually, yes, doctor," Robert whispered. "Sara was my lover."

"But, why would you even consider demerol? You know I'm running low, and there are absolutely no ways to get more since my license was recently revoked."

Denise, the nurse-who was mean and jealous, because she was secretly in love with Dr. Raymond Peabody, as was Sara-started freaking out. "I need that woman dead. Let's try something different."

Sara began screaming.

The phone rang. "Under control, everyone! Your wife, Katarina," said the secretary. "She is on line 1, Dr. Peabody. She sounds hysterical!"

Peabody grabbed the phone and said, "Hello darlin..nice of you to.....honey, calm down, that's just Sara, the nut case screaming. Everything's fine....Should be home..."

"RAYMOND!! You bastard! Why didn't you feed the fish?"

Peabody blushed. "Sweetie, I'm a little busy. Bye now."

Sara struggled with her straight jacket. "Take this off! I'm not certifiably looney. I'm just a little bit out of blink-sync."

The phone rang again. Peabody raged. "My wife again! Somebody kill her!"

"I heard that lizzard's blood is effective," said Denise. "We should find a nice big toad to go in her soup, or maybe a black shelob..."

"Heck, whatever it takes! Let's just do it!"

"The phone bill is due."

"What?! Go down and pay it! We're trying to stay in business."

"How am I gonna pay without killin' the girl? Her trust fund..."

Suddenly Katarina stormed into the office brandishing a large knife. "Where is that f**king b*stard!!"

Peabody hid behind Denise as his wife tried to slaughter him there.

"You f**king COWARD! If you wanted some action why didn't you come home? I could have given you..."

Denise interrupted. "Your order is ready."

"What the hell is that supposed to mean?" Katarina, confused, lowered her knife.

Denise grabbed Katrina's arm, plunging the knife into the pillow, which released feathers into Peabody's flaring nostrils.

"Ahhh...I'm allergic to these you fool. Goose-down feathers make my skin itch."

"Could we all just get back to murdering Sara," said Robert as he grabbed a syringe.

"NO!" shrieked Sara when Robert approached.

Katarina, knife still in hand, laughed hysterically. "I'm finishing this! Raymond, you're dead!" She plunged the knife into his heart. Blood gurgled from him like a cherry icee fountain.

Sara screamed again. Robert grinned as he jabbed the syringe deep into her blind eye.

"That was for making fun of my magnificent buttocks," he whined.

Sara dug her fingernails into Robert's gonads. "Creep!" she cried. She pulled hard enough to make

maestrowork
05-10-2005, 01:38 PM
"I can't breathe!" The blind girl gasped as she fumbled for her inhaler. Those dreams of mangled flesh always resulted in an asthma attack. Too many times she was alone dealing with this, so she thought.

He emerged from behind the curtains with a huge presence, she could feel immediately. "Miss me?" she heard his raspy, beer drenched voice ask. Still gasping, she fumbled around trying to make her breathing slow down.

"Dr. Peabody!" Sara cried, "Help me!"

"Now Sara dear. Dr. Peabody is a hopeless drunk," said the nurse from the doorway. Sara gasped as she felt Robert, the intern, wrap the straight jacket around her.

"NO! Don't you see I'm having an asthma attack. Give me something!"

Dr. Peabody stumbled into the room. "Hel--lll--ooo sweet cheeks! Did you think I'd forget about your breast and pelvic exams?" He fell over and hit his head against something that made a loud clang. "What the hell is this puddle doing in the middle--did you pee, Robert?"

"No, doctor, she did. She wet herself and the door guard and is now unconscious. I just gave her the demerol."

"Cretin! She's allergic to that stuff," he said whilst slapping the intern. "Are you trying to kill her?"

"Actually, yes, doctor," Robert whispered. "Sara was my lover."

"But, why would you even consider demerol? You know I'm running low, and there are absolutely no ways to get more since my license was recently revoked."

Denise, the nurse-who was mean and jealous, because she was secretly in love with Dr. Raymond Peabody, as was Sara-started freaking out. "I need that woman dead. Let's try something different."

Sara began screaming.

The phone rang. "Under control, everyone! Your wife, Katarina," said the secretary. "She is on line 1, Dr. Peabody. She sounds hysterical!"

Peabody grabbed the phone and said, "Hello darlin..nice of you to.....honey, calm down, that's just Sara, the nut case screaming. Everything's fine....Should be home..."

"RAYMOND!! You bastard! Why didn't you feed the fish?"

Peabody blushed. "Sweetie, I'm a little busy. Bye now."

Sara struggled with her straight jacket. "Take this off! I'm not certifiably looney. I'm just a little bit out of blink-sync."

The phone rang again. Peabody raged. "My wife again! Somebody kill her!"

"I heard that lizzard's blood is effective," said Denise. "We should find a nice big toad to go in her soup, or maybe a black shelob..."

"Heck, whatever it takes! Let's just do it!"

"The phone bill is due."

"What?! Go down and pay it! We're trying to stay in business."

"How am I gonna pay without killin' the girl? Her trust fund..."

Suddenly Katarina stormed into the office brandishing a large knife. "Where is that f**king b*stard!!"

Peabody hid behind Denise as his wife tried to slaughter him there.

"You f**king COWARD! If you wanted some action why didn't you come home? I could have given you..."

Denise interrupted. "Your order is ready."

"What the hell is that supposed to mean?" Katarina, confused, lowered her knife.

Denise grabbed Katrina's arm, plunging the knife into the pillow, which released feathers into Peabody's flaring nostrils.

"Ahhh...I'm allergic to these you fool. Goose-down feathers make my skin itch."

"Could we all just get back to murdering Sara," said Robert as he grabbed a syringe.

"NO!" shrieked Sara when Robert approached.

Katarina, knife still in hand, laughed hysterically. "I'm finishing this! Raymond, you're dead!" She plunged the knife into his heart. Blood gurgled from him like a cherry icee fountain.

Sara screamed again. Robert grinned as he jabbed the syringe deep into her blind eye.

"That was for making fun of my magnificent buttocks," he whined.

Sara dug her fingernails into Robert's gonads. "Creep!" she cried. She pulled hard enough to make them pop like

rhymegirl
05-10-2005, 02:32 PM
"I can't breathe!" The blind girl gasped as she fumbled for her inhaler. Those dreams of mangled flesh always resulted in an asthma attack. Too many times she was alone dealing with this, so she thought.

He emerged from behind the curtains with a huge presence, she could feel immediately. "Miss me?" she heard his raspy, beer drenched voice ask. Still gasping, she fumbled around trying to make her breathing slow down.

"Dr. Peabody!" Sara cried, "Help me!"

"Now Sara dear. Dr. Peabody is a hopeless drunk," said the nurse from the doorway. Sara gasped as she felt Robert, the intern, wrap the straight jacket around her.

"NO! Don't you see I'm having an asthma attack. Give me something!"

Dr. Peabody stumbled into the room. "Hel--lll--ooo sweet cheeks! Did you think I'd forget about your breast and pelvic exams?" He fell over and hit his head against something that made a loud clang. "What the hell is this puddle doing in the middle--did you pee, Robert?"

"No, doctor, she did. She wet herself and the door guard and is now unconscious. I just gave her the demerol."

"Cretin! She's allergic to that stuff," he said whilst slapping the intern. "Are you trying to kill her?"

"Actually, yes, doctor," Robert whispered. "Sara was my lover."

"But, why would you even consider demerol? You know I'm running low, and there are absolutely no ways to get more since my license was recently revoked."

Denise, the nurse-who was mean and jealous, because she was secretly in love with Dr. Raymond Peabody, as was Sara-started freaking out. "I need that woman dead. Let's try something different."

Sara began screaming.

The phone rang. "Under control, everyone! Your wife, Katarina," said the secretary. "She is on line 1, Dr. Peabody. She sounds hysterical!"

Peabody grabbed the phone and said, "Hello darlin..nice of you to.....honey, calm down, that's just Sara, the nut case screaming. Everything's fine....Should be home..."

"RAYMOND!! You bastard! Why didn't you feed the fish?"

Peabody blushed. "Sweetie, I'm a little busy. Bye now."

Sara struggled with her straight jacket. "Take this off! I'm not certifiably looney. I'm just a little bit out of blink-sync."

The phone rang again. Peabody raged. "My wife again! Somebody kill her!"

"I heard that lizzard's blood is effective," said Denise. "We should find a nice big toad to go in her soup, or maybe a black shelob..."

"Heck, whatever it takes! Let's just do it!"

"The phone bill is due."

"What?! Go down and pay it! We're trying to stay in business."

"How am I gonna pay without killin' the girl? Her trust fund..."

Suddenly Katarina stormed into the office brandishing a large knife. "Where is that f**king b*stard!!"

Peabody hid behind Denise as his wife tried to slaughter him there.

"You f**king COWARD! If you wanted some action why didn't you come home? I could have given you..."

Denise interrupted. "Your order is ready."

"What the hell is that supposed to mean?" Katarina, confused, lowered her knife.

Denise grabbed Katrina's arm, plunging the knife into the pillow, which released feathers into Peabody's flaring nostrils.

"Ahhh...I'm allergic to these you fool. Goose-down feathers make my skin itch."

"Could we all just get back to murdering Sara," said Robert as he grabbed a syringe.

"NO!" shrieked Sara when Robert approached.

Katarina, knife still in hand, laughed hysterically. "I'm finishing this! Raymond, you're dead!" She plunged the knife into his heart. Blood gurgled from him like a cherry icee fountain.

Sara screamed again. Robert grinned as he jabbed the syringe deep into her blind eye.

"That was for making fun of my magnificent buttocks," he whined.

Sara dug her fingernails into Robert's gonads. "Creep!" she cried. She pulled hard enough to make them pop like eyeballs out of

Sarita
05-10-2005, 02:41 PM
"I can't breathe!" The blind girl gasped as she fumbled for her inhaler. Those dreams of mangled flesh always resulted in an asthma attack. Too many times she was alone dealing with this, so she thought.

He emerged from behind the curtains with a huge presence, she could feel immediately. "Miss me?" she heard his raspy, beer drenched voice ask. Still gasping, she fumbled around trying to make her breathing slow down.

"Dr. Peabody!" Sara cried, "Help me!"

"Now Sara dear. Dr. Peabody is a hopeless drunk," said the nurse from the doorway. Sara gasped as she felt Robert, the intern, wrap the straight jacket around her.

"NO! Don't you see I'm having an asthma attack. Give me something!"

Dr. Peabody stumbled into the room. "Hel--lll--ooo sweet cheeks! Did you think I'd forget about your breast and pelvic exams?" He fell over and hit his head against something that made a loud clang. "What the hell is this puddle doing in the middle--did you pee, Robert?"

"No, doctor, she did. She wet herself and the door guard and is now unconscious. I just gave her the demerol."

"Cretin! She's allergic to that stuff," he said whilst slapping the intern. "Are you trying to kill her?"

"Actually, yes, doctor," Robert whispered. "Sara was my lover."

"But, why would you even consider demerol? You know I'm running low, and there are absolutely no ways to get more since my license was recently revoked."

Denise, the nurse-who was mean and jealous, because she was secretly in love with Dr. Raymond Peabody, as was Sara-started freaking out. "I need that woman dead. Let's try something different."

Sara began screaming.

The phone rang. "Under control, everyone! Your wife, Katarina," said the secretary. "She is on line 1, Dr. Peabody. She sounds hysterical!"

Peabody grabbed the phone and said, "Hello darlin..nice of you to.....honey, calm down, that's just Sara, the nut case screaming. Everything's fine....Should be home..."

"RAYMOND!! You bastard! Why didn't you feed the fish?"

Peabody blushed. "Sweetie, I'm a little busy. Bye now."

Sara struggled with her straight jacket. "Take this off! I'm not certifiably looney. I'm just a little bit out of blink-sync."

The phone rang again. Peabody raged. "My wife again! Somebody kill her!"

"I heard that lizzard's blood is effective," said Denise. "We should find a nice big toad to go in her soup, or maybe a black shelob..."

"Heck, whatever it takes! Let's just do it!"

"The phone bill is due."

"What?! Go down and pay it! We're trying to stay in business."

"How am I gonna pay without killin' the girl? Her trust fund..."

Suddenly Katarina stormed into the office brandishing a large knife. "Where is that f**king b*stard!!"

Peabody hid behind Denise as his wife tried to slaughter him there.

"You f**king COWARD! If you wanted some action why didn't you come home? I could have given you..."

Denise interrupted. "Your order is ready."

"What the hell is that supposed to mean?" Katarina, confused, lowered her knife.

Denise grabbed Katrina's arm, plunging the knife into the pillow, which released feathers into Peabody's flaring nostrils.

"Ahhh...I'm allergic to these you fool. Goose-down feathers make my skin itch."

"Could we all just get back to murdering Sara," said Robert as he grabbed a syringe.

"NO!" shrieked Sara when Robert approached.

Katarina, knife still in hand, laughed hysterically. "I'm finishing this! Raymond, you're dead!" She plunged the knife into his heart. Blood gurgled from him like a cherry icee fountain.

Sara screamed again. Robert grinned as he jabbed the syringe deep into her blind eye.

"That was for making fun of my magnificent buttocks," he whined.

Sara dug her fingernails into Robert's gonads. "Creep!" she cried. She pulled hard enough to make them pop like eyeballs out of a gerbils head

Wormo
05-10-2005, 02:53 PM
"I can't breathe!" The blind girl gasped as she fumbled for her inhaler. Those dreams of mangled flesh always resulted in an asthma attack. Too many times she was alone dealing with this, so she thought.

He emerged from behind the curtains with a huge presence, she could feel immediately. "Miss me?" she heard his raspy, beer drenched voice ask. Still gasping, she fumbled around trying to make her breathing slow down.

"Dr. Peabody!" Sara cried, "Help me!"

"Now Sara dear. Dr. Peabody is a hopeless drunk," said the nurse from the doorway. Sara gasped as she felt Robert, the intern, wrap the straight jacket around her.

"NO! Don't you see I'm having an asthma attack. Give me something!"

Dr. Peabody stumbled into the room. "Hel--lll--ooo sweet cheeks! Did you think I'd forget about your breast and pelvic exams?" He fell over and hit his head against something that made a loud clang. "What the hell is this puddle doing in the middle--did you pee, Robert?"

"No, doctor, she did. She wet herself and the door guard and is now unconscious. I just gave her the demerol."

"Cretin! She's allergic to that stuff," he said whilst slapping the intern. "Are you trying to kill her?"

"Actually, yes, doctor," Robert whispered. "Sara was my lover."

"But, why would you even consider demerol? You know I'm running low, and there are absolutely no ways to get more since my license was recently revoked."

Denise, the nurse-who was mean and jealous, because she was secretly in love with Dr. Raymond Peabody, as was Sara-started freaking out. "I need that woman dead. Let's try something different."

Sara began screaming.

The phone rang. "Under control, everyone! Your wife, Katarina," said the secretary. "She is on line 1, Dr. Peabody. She sounds hysterical!"

Peabody grabbed the phone and said, "Hello darlin..nice of you to.....honey, calm down, that's just Sara, the nut case screaming. Everything's fine....Should be home..."

"RAYMOND!! You bastard! Why didn't you feed the fish?"

Peabody blushed. "Sweetie, I'm a little busy. Bye now."

Sara struggled with her straight jacket. "Take this off! I'm not certifiably looney. I'm just a little bit out of blink-sync."

The phone rang again. Peabody raged. "My wife again! Somebody kill her!"

"I heard that lizzard's blood is effective," said Denise. "We should find a nice big toad to go in her soup, or maybe a black shelob..."

"Heck, whatever it takes! Let's just do it!"

"The phone bill is due."

"What?! Go down and pay it! We're trying to stay in business."

"How am I gonna pay without killin' the girl? Her trust fund..."

Suddenly Katarina stormed into the office brandishing a large knife. "Where is that f**king b*stard!!"

Peabody hid behind Denise as his wife tried to slaughter him there.

"You f**king COWARD! If you wanted some action why didn't you come home? I could have given you..."

Denise interrupted. "Your order is ready."

"What the hell is that supposed to mean?" Katarina, confused, lowered her knife.

Denise grabbed Katrina's arm, plunging the knife into the pillow, which released feathers into Peabody's flaring nostrils.

"Ahhh...I'm allergic to these you fool. Goose-down feathers make my skin itch."

"Could we all just get back to murdering Sara," said Robert as he grabbed a syringe.

"NO!" shrieked Sara when Robert approached.

Katarina, knife still in hand, laughed hysterically. "I'm finishing this! Raymond, you're dead!" She plunged the knife into his heart. Blood gurgled from him like a cherry icee fountain.

Sara screamed again. Robert grinned as he jabbed the syringe deep into her blind eye.

"That was for making fun of my magnificent buttocks," he whined.

Sara dug her fingernails into Robert's gonads. "Creep!" she cried. She pulled hard enough to make them pop like eyeballs out of a gerbils head. She felt a

Sarita
05-10-2005, 02:59 PM
"I can't breathe!" The blind girl gasped as she fumbled for her inhaler. Those dreams of mangled flesh always resulted in an asthma attack. Too many times she was alone dealing with this, so she thought.

He emerged from behind the curtains with a huge presence, she could feel immediately. "Miss me?" she heard his raspy, beer drenched voice ask. Still gasping, she fumbled around trying to make her breathing slow down.

"Dr. Peabody!" Sara cried, "Help me!"

"Now Sara dear. Dr. Peabody is a hopeless drunk," said the nurse from the doorway. Sara gasped as she felt Robert, the intern, wrap the straight jacket around her.

"NO! Don't you see I'm having an asthma attack. Give me something!"

Dr. Peabody stumbled into the room. "Hel--lll--ooo sweet cheeks! Did you think I'd forget about your breast and pelvic exams?" He fell over and hit his head against something that made a loud clang. "What the hell is this puddle doing in the middle--did you pee, Robert?"

"No, doctor, she did. She wet herself and the door guard and is now unconscious. I just gave her the demerol."

"Cretin! She's allergic to that stuff," he said whilst slapping the intern. "Are you trying to kill her?"

"Actually, yes, doctor," Robert whispered. "Sara was my lover."

"But, why would you even consider demerol? You know I'm running low, and there are absolutely no ways to get more since my license was recently revoked."

Denise, the nurse-who was mean and jealous, because she was secretly in love with Dr. Raymond Peabody, as was Sara-started freaking out. "I need that woman dead. Let's try something different."

Sara began screaming.

The phone rang. "Under control, everyone! Your wife, Katarina," said the secretary. "She is on line 1, Dr. Peabody. She sounds hysterical!"

Peabody grabbed the phone and said, "Hello darlin..nice of you to.....honey, calm down, that's just Sara, the nut case screaming. Everything's fine....Should be home..."

"RAYMOND!! You bastard! Why didn't you feed the fish?"

Peabody blushed. "Sweetie, I'm a little busy. Bye now."

Sara struggled with her straight jacket. "Take this off! I'm not certifiably looney. I'm just a little bit out of blink-sync."

The phone rang again. Peabody raged. "My wife again! Somebody kill her!"

"I heard that lizzard's blood is effective," said Denise. "We should find a nice big toad to go in her soup, or maybe a black shelob..."

"Heck, whatever it takes! Let's just do it!"

"The phone bill is due."

"What?! Go down and pay it! We're trying to stay in business."

"How am I gonna pay without killin' the girl? Her trust fund..."

Suddenly Katarina stormed into the office brandishing a large knife. "Where is that f**king b*stard!!"

Peabody hid behind Denise as his wife tried to slaughter him there.

"You f**king COWARD! If you wanted some action why didn't you come home? I could have given you..."

Denise interrupted. "Your order is ready."

"What the hell is that supposed to mean?" Katarina, confused, lowered her knife.

Denise grabbed Katrina's arm, plunging the knife into the pillow, which released feathers into Peabody's flaring nostrils.

"Ahhh...I'm allergic to these you fool. Goose-down feathers make my skin itch."

"Could we all just get back to murdering Sara," said Robert as he grabbed a syringe.

"NO!" shrieked Sara when Robert approached.

Katarina, knife still in hand, laughed hysterically. "I'm finishing this! Raymond, you're dead!" She plunged the knife into his heart. Blood gurgled from him like a cherry icee fountain.

Sara screamed again. Robert grinned as he jabbed the syringe deep into her blind eye.

"That was for making fun of my magnificent buttocks," he whined.

Sara dug her fingernails into Robert's gonads. "Creep!" she cried. She pulled hard enough to make them pop like eyeballs out of a gerbils head. She felt a twinge of remorse

rhymegirl
05-10-2005, 03:03 PM
"I can't breathe!" The blind girl gasped as she fumbled for her inhaler. Those dreams of mangled flesh always resulted in an asthma attack. Too many times she was alone dealing with this, so she thought.

He emerged from behind the curtains with a huge presence, she could feel immediately. "Miss me?" she heard his raspy, beer drenched voice ask. Still gasping, she fumbled around trying to make her breathing slow down.

"Dr. Peabody!" Sara cried, "Help me!"

"Now Sara dear. Dr. Peabody is a hopeless drunk," said the nurse from the doorway. Sara gasped as she felt Robert, the intern, wrap the straight jacket around her.

"NO! Don't you see I'm having an asthma attack. Give me something!"

Dr. Peabody stumbled into the room. "Hel--lll--ooo sweet cheeks! Did you think I'd forget about your breast and pelvic exams?" He fell over and hit his head against something that made a loud clang. "What the hell is this puddle doing in the middle--did you pee, Robert?"

"No, doctor, she did. She wet herself and the door guard and is now unconscious. I just gave her the demerol."

"Cretin! She's allergic to that stuff," he said whilst slapping the intern. "Are you trying to kill her?"

"Actually, yes, doctor," Robert whispered. "Sara was my lover."

"But, why would you even consider demerol? You know I'm running low, and there are absolutely no ways to get more since my license was recently revoked."

Denise, the nurse-who was mean and jealous, because she was secretly in love with Dr. Raymond Peabody, as was Sara-started freaking out. "I need that woman dead. Let's try something different."

Sara began screaming.

The phone rang. "Under control, everyone! Your wife, Katarina," said the secretary. "She is on line 1, Dr. Peabody. She sounds hysterical!"

Peabody grabbed the phone and said, "Hello darlin..nice of you to.....honey, calm down, that's just Sara, the nut case screaming. Everything's fine....Should be home..."

"RAYMOND!! You bastard! Why didn't you feed the fish?"

Peabody blushed. "Sweetie, I'm a little busy. Bye now."

Sara struggled with her straight jacket. "Take this off! I'm not certifiably looney. I'm just a little bit out of blink-sync."

The phone rang again. Peabody raged. "My wife again! Somebody kill her!"

"I heard that lizzard's blood is effective," said Denise. "We should find a nice big toad to go in her soup, or maybe a black shelob..."

"Heck, whatever it takes! Let's just do it!"

"The phone bill is due."

"What?! Go down and pay it! We're trying to stay in business."

"How am I gonna pay without killin' the girl? Her trust fund..."

Suddenly Katarina stormed into the office brandishing a large knife. "Where is that f**king b*stard!!"

Peabody hid behind Denise as his wife tried to slaughter him there.

"You f**king COWARD! If you wanted some action why didn't you come home? I could have given you..."

Denise interrupted. "Your order is ready."

"What the hell is that supposed to mean?" Katarina, confused, lowered her knife.

Denise grabbed Katrina's arm, plunging the knife into the pillow, which released feathers into Peabody's flaring nostrils.

"Ahhh...I'm allergic to these you fool. Goose-down feathers make my skin itch."

"Could we all just get back to murdering Sara," said Robert as he grabbed a syringe.

"NO!" shrieked Sara when Robert approached.

Katarina, knife still in hand, laughed hysterically. "I'm finishing this! Raymond, you're dead!" She plunged the knife into his heart. Blood gurgled from him like a cherry icee fountain.

Sara screamed again. Robert grinned as he jabbed the syringe deep into her blind eye.

"That was for making fun of my magnificent buttocks," he whined.

Sara dug her fingernails into Robert's gonads. "Creep!" she cried. She pulled hard enough to make them pop like eyeballs out of a gerbils head. She felt a twinge of remorse but not for

Sarita
05-10-2005, 03:18 PM
"I can't breathe!" The blind girl gasped as she fumbled for her inhaler. Those dreams of mangled flesh always resulted in an asthma attack. Too many times she was alone dealing with this, so she thought.

He emerged from behind the curtains with a huge presence, she could feel immediately. "Miss me?" she heard his raspy, beer drenched voice ask. Still gasping, she fumbled around trying to make her breathing slow down.

"Dr. Peabody!" Sara cried, "Help me!"

"Now Sara dear. Dr. Peabody is a hopeless drunk," said the nurse from the doorway. Sara gasped as she felt Robert, the intern, wrap the straight jacket around her.

"NO! Don't you see I'm having an asthma attack. Give me something!"

Dr. Peabody stumbled into the room. "Hel--lll--ooo sweet cheeks! Did you think I'd forget about your breast and pelvic exams?" He fell over and hit his head against something that made a loud clang. "What the hell is this puddle doing in the middle--did you pee, Robert?"

"No, doctor, she did. She wet herself and the door guard and is now unconscious. I just gave her the demerol."

"Cretin! She's allergic to that stuff," he said whilst slapping the intern. "Are you trying to kill her?"

"Actually, yes, doctor," Robert whispered. "Sara was my lover."

"But, why would you even consider demerol? You know I'm running low, and there are absolutely no ways to get more since my license was recently revoked."

Denise, the nurse-who was mean and jealous, because she was secretly in love with Dr. Raymond Peabody, as was Sara-started freaking out. "I need that woman dead. Let's try something different."

Sara began screaming.

The phone rang. "Under control, everyone! Your wife, Katarina," said the secretary. "She is on line 1, Dr. Peabody. She sounds hysterical!"

Peabody grabbed the phone and said, "Hello darlin..nice of you to.....honey, calm down, that's just Sara, the nut case screaming. Everything's fine....Should be home..."

"RAYMOND!! You bastard! Why didn't you feed the fish?"

Peabody blushed. "Sweetie, I'm a little busy. Bye now."

Sara struggled with her straight jacket. "Take this off! I'm not certifiably looney. I'm just a little bit out of blink-sync."

The phone rang again. Peabody raged. "My wife again! Somebody kill her!"

"I heard that lizzard's blood is effective," said Denise. "We should find a nice big toad to go in her soup, or maybe a black shelob..."

"Heck, whatever it takes! Let's just do it!"

"The phone bill is due."

"What?! Go down and pay it! We're trying to stay in business."

"How am I gonna pay without killin' the girl? Her trust fund..."

Suddenly Katarina stormed into the office brandishing a large knife. "Where is that f**king b*stard!!"

Peabody hid behind Denise as his wife tried to slaughter him there.

"You f**king COWARD! If you wanted some action why didn't you come home? I could have given you..."

Denise interrupted. "Your order is ready."

"What the hell is that supposed to mean?" Katarina, confused, lowered her knife.

Denise grabbed Katrina's arm, plunging the knife into the pillow, which released feathers into Peabody's flaring nostrils.

"Ahhh...I'm allergic to these you fool. Goose-down feathers make my skin itch."

"Could we all just get back to murdering Sara," said Robert as he grabbed a syringe.

"NO!" shrieked Sara when Robert approached.

Katarina, knife still in hand, laughed hysterically. "I'm finishing this! Raymond, you're dead!" She plunged the knife into his heart. Blood gurgled from him like a cherry icee fountain.

Sara screamed again. Robert grinned as he jabbed the syringe deep into her blind eye.

"That was for making fun of my magnificent buttocks," he whined.

Sara dug her fingernails into Robert's gonads. "Creep!" she cried. She pulled hard enough to make them pop like eyeballs out of a gerbils head. She felt a twinge of remorse but not for long. His body

rhymegirl
05-10-2005, 03:38 PM
"I can't breathe!" The blind girl gasped as she fumbled for her inhaler. Those dreams of mangled flesh always resulted in an asthma attack. Too many times she was alone dealing with this, so she thought.

He emerged from behind the curtains with a huge presence, she could feel immediately. "Miss me?" she heard his raspy, beer drenched voice ask. Still gasping, she fumbled around trying to make her breathing slow down.

"Dr. Peabody!" Sara cried, "Help me!"

"Now Sara dear. Dr. Peabody is a hopeless drunk," said the nurse from the doorway. Sara gasped as she felt Robert, the intern, wrap the straight jacket around her.

"NO! Don't you see I'm having an asthma attack. Give me something!"

Dr. Peabody stumbled into the room. "Hel--lll--ooo sweet cheeks! Did you think I'd forget about your breast and pelvic exams?" He fell over and hit his head against something that made a loud clang. "What the hell is this puddle doing in the middle--did you pee, Robert?"

"No, doctor, she did. She wet herself and the door guard and is now unconscious. I just gave her the demerol."

"Cretin! She's allergic to that stuff," he said whilst slapping the intern. "Are you trying to kill her?"

"Actually, yes, doctor," Robert whispered. "Sara was my lover."

"But, why would you even consider demerol? You know I'm running low, and there are absolutely no ways to get more since my license was recently revoked."

Denise, the nurse-who was mean and jealous, because she was secretly in love with Dr. Raymond Peabody, as was Sara-started freaking out. "I need that woman dead. Let's try something different."

Sara began screaming.

The phone rang. "Under control, everyone! Your wife, Katarina," said the secretary. "She is on line 1, Dr. Peabody. She sounds hysterical!"

Peabody grabbed the phone and said, "Hello darlin..nice of you to.....honey, calm down, that's just Sara, the nut case screaming. Everything's fine....Should be home..."

"RAYMOND!! You bastard! Why didn't you feed the fish?"

Peabody blushed. "Sweetie, I'm a little busy. Bye now."

Sara struggled with her straight jacket. "Take this off! I'm not certifiably looney. I'm just a little bit out of blink-sync."

The phone rang again. Peabody raged. "My wife again! Somebody kill her!"

"I heard that lizzard's blood is effective," said Denise. "We should find a nice big toad to go in her soup, or maybe a black shelob..."

"Heck, whatever it takes! Let's just do it!"

"The phone bill is due."

"What?! Go down and pay it! We're trying to stay in business."

"How am I gonna pay without killin' the girl? Her trust fund..."

Suddenly Katarina stormed into the office brandishing a large knife. "Where is that f**king b*stard!!"

Peabody hid behind Denise as his wife tried to slaughter him there.

"You f**king COWARD! If you wanted some action why didn't you come home? I could have given you..."

Denise interrupted. "Your order is ready."

"What the hell is that supposed to mean?" Katarina, confused, lowered her knife.

Denise grabbed Katrina's arm, plunging the knife into the pillow, which released feathers into Peabody's flaring nostrils.

"Ahhh...I'm allergic to these you fool. Goose-down feathers make my skin itch."

"Could we all just get back to murdering Sara," said Robert as he grabbed a syringe.

"NO!" shrieked Sara when Robert approached.

Katarina, knife still in hand, laughed hysterically. "I'm finishing this! Raymond, you're dead!" She plunged the knife into his heart. Blood gurgled from him like a cherry icee fountain.

Sara screamed again. Robert grinned as he jabbed the syringe deep into her blind eye.

"That was for making fun of my magnificent buttocks," he whined.

Sara dug her fingernails into Robert's gonads. "Creep!" she cried. She pulled hard enough to make them pop like eyeballs out of a gerbils head. She felt a twinge of remorse but not for long. His body jerked as he

Sarita
05-10-2005, 05:26 PM
"I can't breathe!" The blind girl gasped as she fumbled for her inhaler. Those dreams of mangled flesh always resulted in an asthma attack. Too many times she was alone dealing with this, so she thought.

He emerged from behind the curtains with a huge presence, she could feel immediately. "Miss me?" she heard his raspy, beer drenched voice ask. Still gasping, she fumbled around trying to make her breathing slow down.

"Dr. Peabody!" Sara cried, "Help me!"

"Now Sara dear. Dr. Peabody is a hopeless drunk," said the nurse from the doorway. Sara gasped as she felt Robert, the intern, wrap the straight jacket around her.

"NO! Don't you see I'm having an asthma attack. Give me something!"

Dr. Peabody stumbled into the room. "Hel--lll--ooo sweet cheeks! Did you think I'd forget about your breast and pelvic exams?" He fell over and hit his head against something that made a loud clang. "What the hell is this puddle doing in the middle--did you pee, Robert?"

"No, doctor, she did. She wet herself and the door guard and is now unconscious. I just gave her the demerol."

"Cretin! She's allergic to that stuff," he said whilst slapping the intern. "Are you trying to kill her?"

"Actually, yes, doctor," Robert whispered. "Sara was my lover."

"But, why would you even consider demerol? You know I'm running low, and there are absolutely no ways to get more since my license was recently revoked."

Denise, the nurse-who was mean and jealous, because she was secretly in love with Dr. Raymond Peabody, as was Sara-started freaking out. "I need that woman dead. Let's try something different."

Sara began screaming.

The phone rang. "Under control, everyone! Your wife, Katarina," said the secretary. "She is on line 1, Dr. Peabody. She sounds hysterical!"

Peabody grabbed the phone and said, "Hello darlin..nice of you to.....honey, calm down, that's just Sara, the nut case screaming. Everything's fine....Should be home..."

"RAYMOND!! You bastard! Why didn't you feed the fish?"

Peabody blushed. "Sweetie, I'm a little busy. Bye now."

Sara struggled with her straight jacket. "Take this off! I'm not certifiably looney. I'm just a little bit out of blink-sync."

The phone rang again. Peabody raged. "My wife again! Somebody kill her!"

"I heard that lizzard's blood is effective," said Denise. "We should find a nice big toad to go in her soup, or maybe a black shelob..."

"Heck, whatever it takes! Let's just do it!"

"The phone bill is due."

"What?! Go down and pay it! We're trying to stay in business."

"How am I gonna pay without killin' the girl? Her trust fund..."

Suddenly Katarina stormed into the office brandishing a large knife. "Where is that f**king b*stard!!"

Peabody hid behind Denise as his wife tried to slaughter him there.

"You f**king COWARD! If you wanted some action why didn't you come home? I could have given you..."

Denise interrupted. "Your order is ready."

"What the hell is that supposed to mean?" Katarina, confused, lowered her knife.

Denise grabbed Katrina's arm, plunging the knife into the pillow, which released feathers into Peabody's flaring nostrils.

"Ahhh...I'm allergic to these you fool. Goose-down feathers make my skin itch."

"Could we all just get back to murdering Sara," said Robert as he grabbed a syringe.

"NO!" shrieked Sara when Robert approached.

Katarina, knife still in hand, laughed hysterically. "I'm finishing this! Raymond, you're dead!" She plunged the knife into his heart. Blood gurgled from him like a cherry icee fountain.

Sara screamed again. Robert grinned as he jabbed the syringe deep into her blind eye.

"That was for making fun of my magnificent buttocks," he whined.

Sara dug her fingernails into Robert's gonads. "Creep!" she cried. She pulled hard enough to make them pop like eyeballs out of a gerbils head. She felt a twinge of remorse but not for long. His body jerked as he tried to free

rhymegirl
05-10-2005, 06:20 PM
"I can't breathe!" The blind girl gasped as she fumbled for her inhaler. Those dreams of mangled flesh always resulted in an asthma attack. Too many times she was alone dealing with this, so she thought.

He emerged from behind the curtains with a huge presence, she could feel immediately. "Miss me?" she heard his raspy, beer drenched voice ask. Still gasping, she fumbled around trying to make her breathing slow down.

"Dr. Peabody!" Sara cried, "Help me!"

"Now Sara dear. Dr. Peabody is a hopeless drunk," said the nurse from the doorway. Sara gasped as she felt Robert, the intern, wrap the straight jacket around her.

"NO! Don't you see I'm having an asthma attack. Give me something!"

Dr. Peabody stumbled into the room. "Hel--lll--ooo sweet cheeks! Did you think I'd forget about your breast and pelvic exams?" He fell over and hit his head against something that made a loud clang. "What the hell is this puddle doing in the middle--did you pee, Robert?"

"No, doctor, she did. She wet herself and the door guard and is now unconscious. I just gave her the demerol."

"Cretin! She's allergic to that stuff," he said whilst slapping the intern. "Are you trying to kill her?"

"Actually, yes, doctor," Robert whispered. "Sara was my lover."

"But, why would you even consider demerol? You know I'm running low, and there are absolutely no ways to get more since my license was recently revoked."

Denise, the nurse-who was mean and jealous, because she was secretly in love with Dr. Raymond Peabody, as was Sara-started freaking out. "I need that woman dead. Let's try something different."

Sara began screaming.

The phone rang. "Under control, everyone! Your wife, Katarina," said the secretary. "She is on line 1, Dr. Peabody. She sounds hysterical!"

Peabody grabbed the phone and said, "Hello darlin..nice of you to.....honey, calm down, that's just Sara, the nut case screaming. Everything's fine....Should be home..."

"RAYMOND!! You bastard! Why didn't you feed the fish?"

Peabody blushed. "Sweetie, I'm a little busy. Bye now."

Sara struggled with her straight jacket. "Take this off! I'm not certifiably looney. I'm just a little bit out of blink-sync."

The phone rang again. Peabody raged. "My wife again! Somebody kill her!"

"I heard that lizzard's blood is effective," said Denise. "We should find a nice big toad to go in her soup, or maybe a black shelob..."

"Heck, whatever it takes! Let's just do it!"

"The phone bill is due."

"What?! Go down and pay it! We're trying to stay in business."

"How am I gonna pay without killin' the girl? Her trust fund..."

Suddenly Katarina stormed into the office brandishing a large knife. "Where is that f**king b*stard!!"

Peabody hid behind Denise as his wife tried to slaughter him there.

"You f**king COWARD! If you wanted some action why didn't you come home? I could have given you..."

Denise interrupted. "Your order is ready."

"What the hell is that supposed to mean?" Katarina, confused, lowered her knife.

Denise grabbed Katrina's arm, plunging the knife into the pillow, which released feathers into Peabody's flaring nostrils.

"Ahhh...I'm allergic to these you fool. Goose-down feathers make my skin itch."

"Could we all just get back to murdering Sara," said Robert as he grabbed a syringe.

"NO!" shrieked Sara when Robert approached.

Katarina, knife still in hand, laughed hysterically. "I'm finishing this! Raymond, you're dead!" She plunged the knife into his heart. Blood gurgled from him like a cherry icee fountain.

Sara screamed again. Robert grinned as he jabbed the syringe deep into her blind eye.

"That was for making fun of my magnificent buttocks," he whined.

Sara dug her fingernails into Robert's gonads. "Creep!" she cried. She pulled hard enough to make them pop like eyeballs out of a gerbils head. She felt a twinge of remorse but not for long. His body jerked as he tried to free himself. Swearing, he

Sarita
05-10-2005, 06:23 PM
"I can't breathe!" The blind girl gasped as she fumbled for her inhaler. Those dreams of mangled flesh always resulted in an asthma attack. Too many times she was alone dealing with this, so she thought.

He emerged from behind the curtains with a huge presence, she could feel immediately. "Miss me?" she heard his raspy, beer drenched voice ask. Still gasping, she fumbled around trying to make her breathing slow down.

"Dr. Peabody!" Sara cried, "Help me!"

"Now Sara dear. Dr. Peabody is a hopeless drunk," said the nurse from the doorway. Sara gasped as she felt Robert, the intern, wrap the straight jacket around her.

"NO! Don't you see I'm having an asthma attack. Give me something!"

Dr. Peabody stumbled into the room. "Hel--lll--ooo sweet cheeks! Did you think I'd forget about your breast and pelvic exams?" He fell over and hit his head against something that made a loud clang. "What the hell is this puddle doing in the middle--did you pee, Robert?"

"No, doctor, she did. She wet herself and the door guard and is now unconscious. I just gave her the demerol."

"Cretin! She's allergic to that stuff," he said whilst slapping the intern. "Are you trying to kill her?"

"Actually, yes, doctor," Robert whispered. "Sara was my lover."

"But, why would you even consider demerol? You know I'm running low, and there are absolutely no ways to get more since my license was recently revoked."

Denise, the nurse-who was mean and jealous, because she was secretly in love with Dr. Raymond Peabody, as was Sara-started freaking out. "I need that woman dead. Let's try something different."

Sara began screaming.

The phone rang. "Under control, everyone! Your wife, Katarina," said the secretary. "She is on line 1, Dr. Peabody. She sounds hysterical!"

Peabody grabbed the phone and said, "Hello darlin..nice of you to.....honey, calm down, that's just Sara, the nut case screaming. Everything's fine....Should be home..."

"RAYMOND!! You bastard! Why didn't you feed the fish?"

Peabody blushed. "Sweetie, I'm a little busy. Bye now."

Sara struggled with her straight jacket. "Take this off! I'm not certifiably looney. I'm just a little bit out of blink-sync."

The phone rang again. Peabody raged. "My wife again! Somebody kill her!"

"I heard that lizzard's blood is effective," said Denise. "We should find a nice big toad to go in her soup, or maybe a black shelob..."

"Heck, whatever it takes! Let's just do it!"

"The phone bill is due."

"What?! Go down and pay it! We're trying to stay in business."

"How am I gonna pay without killin' the girl? Her trust fund..."

Suddenly Katarina stormed into the office brandishing a large knife. "Where is that f**king b*stard!!"

Peabody hid behind Denise as his wife tried to slaughter him there.

"You f**king COWARD! If you wanted some action why didn't you come home? I could have given you..."

Denise interrupted. "Your order is ready."

"What the hell is that supposed to mean?" Katarina, confused, lowered her knife.

Denise grabbed Katrina's arm, plunging the knife into the pillow, which released feathers into Peabody's flaring nostrils.

"Ahhh...I'm allergic to these you fool. Goose-down feathers make my skin itch."

"Could we all just get back to murdering Sara," said Robert as he grabbed a syringe.

"NO!" shrieked Sara when Robert approached.

Katarina, knife still in hand, laughed hysterically. "I'm finishing this! Raymond, you're dead!" She plunged the knife into his heart. Blood gurgled from him like a cherry icee fountain.

Sara screamed again. Robert grinned as he jabbed the syringe deep into her blind eye.

"That was for making fun of my magnificent buttocks," he whined.

Sara dug her fingernails into Robert's gonads. "Creep!" she cried. She pulled hard enough to make them pop like eyeballs out of a gerbils head. She felt a twinge of remorse but not for long. His body jerked as he tried to free himself. Swearing, he contorted his abdomen

rhymegirl
05-10-2005, 06:34 PM
"I can't breathe!" The blind girl gasped as she fumbled for her inhaler. Those dreams of mangled flesh always resulted in an asthma attack. Too many times she was alone dealing with this, so she thought.

He emerged from behind the curtains with a huge presence, she could feel immediately. "Miss me?" she heard his raspy, beer drenched voice ask. Still gasping, she fumbled around trying to make her breathing slow down.

"Dr. Peabody!" Sara cried, "Help me!"

"Now Sara dear. Dr. Peabody is a hopeless drunk," said the nurse from the doorway. Sara gasped as she felt Robert, the intern, wrap the straight jacket around her.

"NO! Don't you see I'm having an asthma attack. Give me something!"

Dr. Peabody stumbled into the room. "Hel--lll--ooo sweet cheeks! Did you think I'd forget about your breast and pelvic exams?" He fell over and hit his head against something that made a loud clang. "What the hell is this puddle doing in the middle--did you pee, Robert?"

"No, doctor, she did. She wet herself and the door guard and is now unconscious. I just gave her the demerol."

"Cretin! She's allergic to that stuff," he said whilst slapping the intern. "Are you trying to kill her?"

"Actually, yes, doctor," Robert whispered. "Sara was my lover."

"But, why would you even consider demerol? You know I'm running low, and there are absolutely no ways to get more since my license was recently revoked."

Denise, the nurse-who was mean and jealous, because she was secretly in love with Dr. Raymond Peabody, as was Sara-started freaking out. "I need that woman dead. Let's try something different."

Sara began screaming.

The phone rang. "Under control, everyone! Your wife, Katarina," said the secretary. "She is on line 1, Dr. Peabody. She sounds hysterical!"

Peabody grabbed the phone and said, "Hello darlin..nice of you to.....honey, calm down, that's just Sara, the nut case screaming. Everything's fine....Should be home..."

"RAYMOND!! You bastard! Why didn't you feed the fish?"

Peabody blushed. "Sweetie, I'm a little busy. Bye now."

Sara struggled with her straight jacket. "Take this off! I'm not certifiably looney. I'm just a little bit out of blink-sync."

The phone rang again. Peabody raged. "My wife again! Somebody kill her!"

"I heard that lizzard's blood is effective," said Denise. "We should find a nice big toad to go in her soup, or maybe a black shelob..."

"Heck, whatever it takes! Let's just do it!"

"The phone bill is due."

"What?! Go down and pay it! We're trying to stay in business."

"How am I gonna pay without killin' the girl? Her trust fund..."

Suddenly Katarina stormed into the office brandishing a large knife. "Where is that f**king b*stard!!"

Peabody hid behind Denise as his wife tried to slaughter him there.

"You f**king COWARD! If you wanted some action why didn't you come home? I could have given you..."

Denise interrupted. "Your order is ready."

"What the hell is that supposed to mean?" Katarina, confused, lowered her knife.

Denise grabbed Katrina's arm, plunging the knife into the pillow, which released feathers into Peabody's flaring nostrils.

"Ahhh...I'm allergic to these you fool. Goose-down feathers make my skin itch."

"Could we all just get back to murdering Sara," said Robert as he grabbed a syringe.

"NO!" shrieked Sara when Robert approached.

Katarina, knife still in hand, laughed hysterically. "I'm finishing this! Raymond, you're dead!" She plunged the knife into his heart. Blood gurgled from him like a cherry icee fountain.

Sara screamed again. Robert grinned as he jabbed the syringe deep into her blind eye.

"That was for making fun of my magnificent buttocks," he whined.

Sara dug her fingernails into Robert's gonads. "Creep!" she cried. She pulled hard enough to make them pop like eyeballs out of a gerbils head. She felt a twinge of remorse but not for long. His body jerked as he tried to free himself. Swearing, he contorted his abdomen and yelped.

Meanwhile

Sarita
05-10-2005, 06:42 PM
"I can't breathe!" The blind girl gasped as she fumbled for her inhaler. Those dreams of mangled flesh always resulted in an asthma attack. Too many times she was alone dealing with this, so she thought.

He emerged from behind the curtains with a huge presence, she could feel immediately. "Miss me?" she heard his raspy, beer drenched voice ask. Still gasping, she fumbled around trying to make her breathing slow down.

"Dr. Peabody!" Sara cried, "Help me!"

"Now Sara dear. Dr. Peabody is a hopeless drunk," said the nurse from the doorway. Sara gasped as she felt Robert, the intern, wrap the straight jacket around her.

"NO! Don't you see I'm having an asthma attack. Give me something!"

Dr. Peabody stumbled into the room. "Hel--lll--ooo sweet cheeks! Did you think I'd forget about your breast and pelvic exams?" He fell over and hit his head against something that made a loud clang. "What the hell is this puddle doing in the middle--did you pee, Robert?"

"No, doctor, she did. She wet herself and the door guard and is now unconscious. I just gave her the demerol."

"Cretin! She's allergic to that stuff," he said whilst slapping the intern. "Are you trying to kill her?"

"Actually, yes, doctor," Robert whispered. "Sara was my lover."

"But, why would you even consider demerol? You know I'm running low, and there are absolutely no ways to get more since my license was recently revoked."

Denise, the nurse-who was mean and jealous, because she was secretly in love with Dr. Raymond Peabody, as was Sara-started freaking out. "I need that woman dead. Let's try something different."

Sara began screaming.

The phone rang. "Under control, everyone! Your wife, Katarina," said the secretary. "She is on line 1, Dr. Peabody. She sounds hysterical!"

Peabody grabbed the phone and said, "Hello darlin..nice of you to.....honey, calm down, that's just Sara, the nut case screaming. Everything's fine....Should be home..."

"RAYMOND!! You bastard! Why didn't you feed the fish?"

Peabody blushed. "Sweetie, I'm a little busy. Bye now."

Sara struggled with her straight jacket. "Take this off! I'm not certifiably looney. I'm just a little bit out of blink-sync."

The phone rang again. Peabody raged. "My wife again! Somebody kill her!"

"I heard that lizzard's blood is effective," said Denise. "We should find a nice big toad to go in her soup, or maybe a black shelob..."

"Heck, whatever it takes! Let's just do it!"

"The phone bill is due."

"What?! Go down and pay it! We're trying to stay in business."

"How am I gonna pay without killin' the girl? Her trust fund..."

Suddenly Katarina stormed into the office brandishing a large knife. "Where is that f**king b*stard!!"

Peabody hid behind Denise as his wife tried to slaughter him there.

"You f**king COWARD! If you wanted some action why didn't you come home? I could have given you..."

Denise interrupted. "Your order is ready."

"What the hell is that supposed to mean?" Katarina, confused, lowered her knife.

Denise grabbed Katrina's arm, plunging the knife into the pillow, which released feathers into Peabody's flaring nostrils.

"Ahhh...I'm allergic to these you fool. Goose-down feathers make my skin itch."

"Could we all just get back to murdering Sara," said Robert as he grabbed a syringe.

"NO!" shrieked Sara when Robert approached.

Katarina, knife still in hand, laughed hysterically. "I'm finishing this! Raymond, you're dead!" She plunged the knife into his heart. Blood gurgled from him like a cherry icee fountain.

Sara screamed again. Robert grinned as he jabbed the syringe deep into her blind eye.

"That was for making fun of my magnificent buttocks," he whined.

Sara dug her fingernails into Robert's gonads. "Creep!" she cried. She pulled hard enough to make them pop like eyeballs out of a gerbils head. She felt a twinge of remorse but not for long. His body jerked as he tried to free himself. Swearing, he contorted his abdomen and yelped.

Meanwhile, Katarina turned her

rhymegirl
05-10-2005, 07:03 PM
"I can't breathe!" The blind girl gasped as she fumbled for her inhaler. Those dreams of mangled flesh always resulted in an asthma attack. Too many times she was alone dealing with this, so she thought.

He emerged from behind the curtains with a huge presence, she could feel immediately. "Miss me?" she heard his raspy, beer drenched voice ask. Still gasping, she fumbled around trying to make her breathing slow down.

"Dr. Peabody!" Sara cried, "Help me!"

"Now Sara dear. Dr. Peabody is a hopeless drunk," said the nurse from the doorway. Sara gasped as she felt Robert, the intern, wrap the straight jacket around her.

"NO! Don't you see I'm having an asthma attack. Give me something!"

Dr. Peabody stumbled into the room. "Hel--lll--ooo sweet cheeks! Did you think I'd forget about your breast and pelvic exams?" He fell over and hit his head against something that made a loud clang. "What the hell is this puddle doing in the middle--did you pee, Robert?"

"No, doctor, she did. She wet herself and the door guard and is now unconscious. I just gave her the demerol."

"Cretin! She's allergic to that stuff," he said whilst slapping the intern. "Are you trying to kill her?"

"Actually, yes, doctor," Robert whispered. "Sara was my lover."

"But, why would you even consider demerol? You know I'm running low, and there are absolutely no ways to get more since my license was recently revoked."

Denise, the nurse-who was mean and jealous, because she was secretly in love with Dr. Raymond Peabody, as was Sara-started freaking out. "I need that woman dead. Let's try something different."

Sara began screaming.

The phone rang. "Under control, everyone! Your wife, Katarina," said the secretary. "She is on line 1, Dr. Peabody. She sounds hysterical!"

Peabody grabbed the phone and said, "Hello darlin..nice of you to.....honey, calm down, that's just Sara, the nut case screaming. Everything's fine....Should be home..."

"RAYMOND!! You bastard! Why didn't you feed the fish?"

Peabody blushed. "Sweetie, I'm a little busy. Bye now."

Sara struggled with her straight jacket. "Take this off! I'm not certifiably looney. I'm just a little bit out of blink-sync."

The phone rang again. Peabody raged. "My wife again! Somebody kill her!"

"I heard that lizzard's blood is effective," said Denise. "We should find a nice big toad to go in her soup, or maybe a black shelob..."

"Heck, whatever it takes! Let's just do it!"

"The phone bill is due."

"What?! Go down and pay it! We're trying to stay in business."

"How am I gonna pay without killin' the girl? Her trust fund..."

Suddenly Katarina stormed into the office brandishing a large knife. "Where is that f**king b*stard!!"

Peabody hid behind Denise as his wife tried to slaughter him there.

"You f**king COWARD! If you wanted some action why didn't you come home? I could have given you..."

Denise interrupted. "Your order is ready."

"What the hell is that supposed to mean?" Katarina, confused, lowered her knife.

Denise grabbed Katrina's arm, plunging the knife into the pillow, which released feathers into Peabody's flaring nostrils.

"Ahhh...I'm allergic to these you fool. Goose-down feathers make my skin itch."

"Could we all just get back to murdering Sara," said Robert as he grabbed a syringe.

"NO!" shrieked Sara when Robert approached.

Katarina, knife still in hand, laughed hysterically. "I'm finishing this! Raymond, you're dead!" She plunged the knife into his heart. Blood gurgled from him like a cherry icee fountain.

Sara screamed again. Robert grinned as he jabbed the syringe deep into her blind eye.

"That was for making fun of my magnificent buttocks," he whined.

Sara dug her fingernails into Robert's gonads. "Creep!" she cried. She pulled hard enough to make them pop like eyeballs out of a gerbils head. She felt a twinge of remorse but not for long. His body jerked as he tried to free himself. Swearing, he contorted his abdomen and yelped.

Meanwhile, Katarina turned her attention to Denise.

Sarita
05-10-2005, 07:11 PM
"I can't breathe!" The blind girl gasped as she fumbled for her inhaler. Those dreams of mangled flesh always resulted in an asthma attack. Too many times she was alone dealing with this, so she thought.

He emerged from behind the curtains with a huge presence, she could feel immediately. "Miss me?" she heard his raspy, beer drenched voice ask. Still gasping, she fumbled around trying to make her breathing slow down.

"Dr. Peabody!" Sara cried, "Help me!"

"Now Sara dear. Dr. Peabody is a hopeless drunk," said the nurse from the doorway. Sara gasped as she felt Robert, the intern, wrap the straight jacket around her.

"NO! Don't you see I'm having an asthma attack. Give me something!"

Dr. Peabody stumbled into the room. "Hel--lll--ooo sweet cheeks! Did you think I'd forget about your breast and pelvic exams?" He fell over and hit his head against something that made a loud clang. "What the hell is this puddle doing in the middle--did you pee, Robert?"

"No, doctor, she did. She wet herself and the door guard and is now unconscious. I just gave her the demerol."

"Cretin! She's allergic to that stuff," he said whilst slapping the intern. "Are you trying to kill her?"

"Actually, yes, doctor," Robert whispered. "Sara was my lover."

"But, why would you even consider demerol? You know I'm running low, and there are absolutely no ways to get more since my license was recently revoked."

Denise, the nurse-who was mean and jealous, because she was secretly in love with Dr. Raymond Peabody, as was Sara-started freaking out. "I need that woman dead. Let's try something different."

Sara began screaming.

The phone rang. "Under control, everyone! Your wife, Katarina," said the secretary. "She is on line 1, Dr. Peabody. She sounds hysterical!"

Peabody grabbed the phone and said, "Hello darlin..nice of you to.....honey, calm down, that's just Sara, the nut case screaming. Everything's fine....Should be home..."

"RAYMOND!! You bastard! Why didn't you feed the fish?"

Peabody blushed. "Sweetie, I'm a little busy. Bye now."

Sara struggled with her straight jacket. "Take this off! I'm not certifiably looney. I'm just a little bit out of blink-sync."

The phone rang again. Peabody raged. "My wife again! Somebody kill her!"

"I heard that lizzard's blood is effective," said Denise. "We should find a nice big toad to go in her soup, or maybe a black shelob..."

"Heck, whatever it takes! Let's just do it!"

"The phone bill is due."

"What?! Go down and pay it! We're trying to stay in business."

"How am I gonna pay without killin' the girl? Her trust fund..."

Suddenly Katarina stormed into the office brandishing a large knife. "Where is that f**king b*stard!!"

Peabody hid behind Denise as his wife tried to slaughter him there.

"You f**king COWARD! If you wanted some action why didn't you come home? I could have given you..."

Denise interrupted. "Your order is ready."

"What the hell is that supposed to mean?" Katarina, confused, lowered her knife.

Denise grabbed Katrina's arm, plunging the knife into the pillow, which released feathers into Peabody's flaring nostrils.

"Ahhh...I'm allergic to these you fool. Goose-down feathers make my skin itch."

"Could we all just get back to murdering Sara," said Robert as he grabbed a syringe.

"NO!" shrieked Sara when Robert approached.

Katarina, knife still in hand, laughed hysterically. "I'm finishing this! Raymond, you're dead!" She plunged the knife into his heart. Blood gurgled from him like a cherry icee fountain.

Sara screamed again. Robert grinned as he jabbed the syringe deep into her blind eye.

"That was for making fun of my magnificent buttocks," he whined.

Sara dug her fingernails into Robert's gonads. "Creep!" she cried. She pulled hard enough to make them pop like eyeballs out of a gerbils head. She felt a twinge of remorse but not for long. His body jerked as he tried to free himself. Swearing, he contorted his abdomen and yelped.

Meanwhile, Katarina turned her attention to Denise. Her back was

BlakeOvard
05-10-2005, 07:22 PM
"I can't breathe!" The blind girl gasped as she fumbled for her inhaler. Those dreams of mangled flesh always resulted in an asthma attack. Too many times she was alone dealing with this, so she thought.

He emerged from behind the curtains with a huge presence, she could feel immediately. "Miss me?" she heard his raspy, beer drenched voice ask. Still gasping, she fumbled around trying to make her breathing slow down.

"Dr. Peabody!" Sara cried, "Help me!"

"Now Sara dear. Dr. Peabody is a hopeless drunk," said the nurse from the doorway. Sara gasped as she felt Robert, the intern, wrap the straight jacket around her.

"NO! Don't you see I'm having an asthma attack. Give me something!"

Dr. Peabody stumbled into the room. "Hel--lll--ooo sweet cheeks! Did you think I'd forget about your breast and pelvic exams?" He fell over and hit his head against something that made a loud clang. "What the hell is this puddle doing in the middle--did you pee, Robert?"

"No, doctor, she did. She wet herself and the door guard and is now unconscious. I just gave her the demerol."

"Cretin! She's allergic to that stuff," he said whilst slapping the intern. "Are you trying to kill her?"

"Actually, yes, doctor," Robert whispered. "Sara was my lover."

"But, why would you even consider demerol? You know I'm running low, and there are absolutely no ways to get more since my license was recently revoked."

Denise, the nurse-who was mean and jealous, because she was secretly in love with Dr. Raymond Peabody, as was Sara-started freaking out. "I need that woman dead. Let's try something different."

Sara began screaming.

The phone rang. "Under control, everyone! Your wife, Katarina," said the secretary. "She is on line 1, Dr. Peabody. She sounds hysterical!"

Peabody grabbed the phone and said, "Hello darlin..nice of you to.....honey, calm down, that's just Sara, the nut case screaming. Everything's fine....Should be home..."

"RAYMOND!! You bastard! Why didn't you feed the fish?"

Peabody blushed. "Sweetie, I'm a little busy. Bye now."

Sara struggled with her straight jacket. "Take this off! I'm not certifiably looney. I'm just a little bit out of blink-sync."

The phone rang again. Peabody raged. "My wife again! Somebody kill her!"

"I heard that lizzard's blood is effective," said Denise. "We should find a nice big toad to go in her soup, or maybe a black shelob..."

"Heck, whatever it takes! Let's just do it!"

"The phone bill is due."

"What?! Go down and pay it! We're trying to stay in business."

"How am I gonna pay without killin' the girl? Her trust fund..."

Suddenly Katarina stormed into the office brandishing a large knife. "Where is that f**king b*stard!!"

Peabody hid behind Denise as his wife tried to slaughter him there.

"You f**king COWARD! If you wanted some action why didn't you come home? I could have given you..."

Denise interrupted. "Your order is ready."

"What the hell is that supposed to mean?" Katarina, confused, lowered her knife.

Denise grabbed Katrina's arm, plunging the knife into the pillow, which released feathers into Peabody's flaring nostrils.

"Ahhh...I'm allergic to these you fool. Goose-down feathers make my skin itch."

"Could we all just get back to murdering Sara," said Robert as he grabbed a syringe.

"NO!" shrieked Sara when Robert approached.

Katarina, knife still in hand, laughed hysterically. "I'm finishing this! Raymond, you're dead!" She plunged the knife into his heart. Blood gurgled from him like a cherry icee fountain.

Sara screamed again. Robert grinned as he jabbed the syringe deep into her blind eye.

"That was for making fun of my magnificent buttocks," he whined.

Sara dug her fingernails into Robert's gonads. "Creep!" she cried. She pulled hard enough to make them pop like eyeballs out of a gerbils head. She felt a twinge of remorse but not for long. His body jerked as he tried to free himself. Swearing, he contorted his abdomen and yelped.

Meanwhile, Katarina turned her attention to Denise. Her back was against the wall

rhymegirl
05-11-2005, 03:16 AM
"I can't breathe!" The blind girl gasped as she fumbled for her inhaler. Those dreams of mangled flesh always resulted in an asthma attack. Too many times she was alone dealing with this, so she thought.

He emerged from behind the curtains with a huge presence, she could feel immediately. "Miss me?" she heard his raspy, beer drenched voice ask. Still gasping, she fumbled around trying to make her breathing slow down.

"Dr. Peabody!" Sara cried, "Help me!"

"Now Sara dear. Dr. Peabody is a hopeless drunk," said the nurse from the doorway. Sara gasped as she felt Robert, the intern, wrap the straight jacket around her.

"NO! Don't you see I'm having an asthma attack. Give me something!"

Dr. Peabody stumbled into the room. "Hel--lll--ooo sweet cheeks! Did you think I'd forget about your breast and pelvic exams?" He fell over and hit his head against something that made a loud clang. "What the hell is this puddle doing in the middle--did you pee, Robert?"

"No, doctor, she did. She wet herself and the door guard and is now unconscious. I just gave her the demerol."

"Cretin! She's allergic to that stuff," he said whilst slapping the intern. "Are you trying to kill her?"

"Actually, yes, doctor," Robert whispered. "Sara was my lover."

"But, why would you even consider demerol? You know I'm running low, and there are absolutely no ways to get more since my license was recently revoked."

Denise, the nurse-who was mean and jealous, because she was secretly in love with Dr. Raymond Peabody, as was Sara-started freaking out. "I need that woman dead. Let's try something different."

Sara began screaming.

The phone rang. "Under control, everyone! Your wife, Katarina," said the secretary. "She is on line 1, Dr. Peabody. She sounds hysterical!"

Peabody grabbed the phone and said, "Hello darlin..nice of you to.....honey, calm down, that's just Sara, the nut case screaming. Everything's fine....Should be home..."

"RAYMOND!! You bastard! Why didn't you feed the fish?"

Peabody blushed. "Sweetie, I'm a little busy. Bye now."

Sara struggled with her straight jacket. "Take this off! I'm not certifiably looney. I'm just a little bit out of blink-sync."

The phone rang again. Peabody raged. "My wife again! Somebody kill her!"

"I heard that lizzard's blood is effective," said Denise. "We should find a nice big toad to go in her soup, or maybe a black shelob..."

"Heck, whatever it takes! Let's just do it!"

"The phone bill is due."

"What?! Go down and pay it! We're trying to stay in business."

"How am I gonna pay without killin' the girl? Her trust fund..."

Suddenly Katarina stormed into the office brandishing a large knife. "Where is that f**king b*stard!!"

Peabody hid behind Denise as his wife tried to slaughter him there.

"You f**king COWARD! If you wanted some action why didn't you come home? I could have given you..."

Denise interrupted. "Your order is ready."

"What the hell is that supposed to mean?" Katarina, confused, lowered her knife.

Denise grabbed Katrina's arm, plunging the knife into the pillow, which released feathers into Peabody's flaring nostrils.

"Ahhh...I'm allergic to these you fool. Goose-down feathers make my skin itch."

"Could we all just get back to murdering Sara," said Robert as he grabbed a syringe.

"NO!" shrieked Sara when Robert approached.

Katarina, knife still in hand, laughed hysterically. "I'm finishing this! Raymond, you're dead!" She plunged the knife into his heart. Blood gurgled from him like a cherry icee fountain.

Sara screamed again. Robert grinned as he jabbed the syringe deep into her blind eye.

"That was for making fun of my magnificent buttocks," he whined.

Sara dug her fingernails into Robert's gonads. "Creep!" she cried. She pulled hard enough to make them pop like eyeballs out of a gerbils head. She felt a twinge of remorse but not for long. His body jerked as he tried to free himself. Swearing, he contorted his abdomen and yelped.

Meanwhile, Katarina turned her attention to Denise whose back was against the wall so she pinned

poetinahat
05-13-2005, 05:52 AM
"I can't breathe!" The blind girl gasped as she fumbled for her inhaler. Those dreams of mangled flesh always resulted in an asthma attack. Too many times she was alone dealing with this, so she thought.

He emerged from behind the curtains with a huge presence, she could feel immediately. "Miss me?" she heard his raspy, beer drenched voice ask. Still gasping, she fumbled around trying to make her breathing slow down.

"Dr. Peabody!" Sara cried, "Help me!"

"Now Sara dear. Dr. Peabody is a hopeless drunk," said the nurse from the doorway. Sara gasped as she felt Robert, the intern, wrap the straight jacket around her.

"NO! Don't you see I'm having an asthma attack. Give me something!"

Dr. Peabody stumbled into the room. "Hel--lll--ooo sweet cheeks! Did you think I'd forget about your breast and pelvic exams?" He fell over and hit his head against something that made a loud clang. "What the hell is this puddle doing in the middle--did you pee, Robert?"

"No, doctor, she did. She wet herself and the door guard and is now unconscious. I just gave her the demerol."

"Cretin! She's allergic to that stuff," he said whilst slapping the intern. "Are you trying to kill her?"

"Actually, yes, doctor," Robert whispered. "Sara was my lover."

"But, why would you even consider demerol? You know I'm running low, and there are absolutely no ways to get more since my license was recently revoked."

Denise, the nurse-who was mean and jealous, because she was secretly in love with Dr. Raymond Peabody, as was Sara-started freaking out. "I need that woman dead. Let's try something different."

Sara began screaming.

The phone rang. "Under control, everyone! Your wife, Katarina," said the secretary. "She is on line 1, Dr. Peabody. She sounds hysterical!"

Peabody grabbed the phone and said, "Hello darlin..nice of you to.....honey, calm down, that's just Sara, the nut case screaming. Everything's fine....Should be home..."

"RAYMOND!! You bastard! Why didn't you feed the fish?"

Peabody blushed. "Sweetie, I'm a little busy. Bye now."

Sara struggled with her straight jacket. "Take this off! I'm not certifiably looney. I'm just a little bit out of blink-sync."

The phone rang again. Peabody raged. "My wife again! Somebody kill her!"

"I heard that lizzard's blood is effective," said Denise. "We should find a nice big toad to go in her soup, or maybe a black shelob..."

"Heck, whatever it takes! Let's just do it!"

"The phone bill is due."

"What?! Go down and pay it! We're trying to stay in business."

"How am I gonna pay without killin' the girl? Her trust fund..."

Suddenly Katarina stormed into the office brandishing a large knife. "Where is that f**king b*stard!!"

Peabody hid behind Denise as his wife tried to slaughter him there.

"You f**king COWARD! If you wanted some action why didn't you come home? I could have given you..."

Denise interrupted. "Your order is ready."

"What the hell is that supposed to mean?" Katarina, confused, lowered her knife.

Denise grabbed Katrina's arm, plunging the knife into the pillow, which released feathers into Peabody's flaring nostrils.

"Ahhh...I'm allergic to these you fool. Goose-down feathers make my skin itch."

"Could we all just get back to murdering Sara," said Robert as he grabbed a syringe.

"NO!" shrieked Sara when Robert approached.

Katarina, knife still in hand, laughed hysterically. "I'm finishing this! Raymond, you're dead!" She plunged the knife into his heart. Blood gurgled from him like a cherry icee fountain.

Sara screamed again. Robert grinned as he jabbed the syringe deep into her blind eye.

"That was for making fun of my magnificent buttocks," he whined.

Sara dug her fingernails into Robert's gonads. "Creep!" she cried. She pulled hard enough to make them pop like eyeballs out of a gerbils head. She felt a twinge of remorse but not for long. His body jerked as he tried to free himself. Swearing, he contorted his abdomen and yelped.

Meanwhile, Katarina turned her attention to Denise whose back was against the wall so she pinned a suicide note

rhymegirl
05-13-2005, 07:02 AM
"I can't breathe!" The blind girl gasped as she fumbled for her inhaler. Those dreams of mangled flesh always resulted in an asthma attack. Too many times she was alone dealing with this, so she thought.

He emerged from behind the curtains with a huge presence, she could feel immediately. "Miss me?" she heard his raspy, beer drenched voice ask. Still gasping, she fumbled around trying to make her breathing slow down.

"Dr. Peabody!" Sara cried, "Help me!"

"Now Sara dear. Dr. Peabody is a hopeless drunk," said the nurse from the doorway. Sara gasped as she felt Robert, the intern, wrap the straight jacket around her.

"NO! Don't you see I'm having an asthma attack. Give me something!"

Dr. Peabody stumbled into the room. "Hel--lll--ooo sweet cheeks! Did you think I'd forget about your breast and pelvic exams?" He fell over and hit his head against something that made a loud clang. "What the hell is this puddle doing in the middle--did you pee, Robert?"

"No, doctor, she did. She wet herself and the door guard and is now unconscious. I just gave her the demerol."

"Cretin! She's allergic to that stuff," he said whilst slapping the intern. "Are you trying to kill her?"

"Actually, yes, doctor," Robert whispered. "Sara was my lover."

"But, why would you even consider demerol? You know I'm running low, and there are absolutely no ways to get more since my license was recently revoked."

Denise, the nurse-who was mean and jealous, because she was secretly in love with Dr. Raymond Peabody, as was Sara-started freaking out. "I need that woman dead. Let's try something different."

Sara began screaming.

The phone rang. "Under control, everyone! Your wife, Katarina," said the secretary. "She is on line 1, Dr. Peabody. She sounds hysterical!"

Peabody grabbed the phone and said, "Hello darlin..nice of you to.....honey, calm down, that's just Sara, the nut case screaming. Everything's fine....Should be home..."

"RAYMOND!! You bastard! Why didn't you feed the fish?"

Peabody blushed. "Sweetie, I'm a little busy. Bye now."

Sara struggled with her straight jacket. "Take this off! I'm not certifiably looney. I'm just a little bit out of blink-sync."

The phone rang again. Peabody raged. "My wife again! Somebody kill her!"

"I heard that lizzard's blood is effective," said Denise. "We should find a nice big toad to go in her soup, or maybe a black shelob..."

"Heck, whatever it takes! Let's just do it!"

"The phone bill is due."

"What?! Go down and pay it! We're trying to stay in business."

"How am I gonna pay without killin' the girl? Her trust fund..."

Suddenly Katarina stormed into the office brandishing a large knife. "Where is that f**king b*stard!!"

Peabody hid behind Denise as his wife tried to slaughter him there.

"You f**king COWARD! If you wanted some action why didn't you come home? I could have given you..."

Denise interrupted. "Your order is ready."

"What the hell is that supposed to mean?" Katarina, confused, lowered her knife.

Denise grabbed Katrina's arm, plunging the knife into the pillow, which released feathers into Peabody's flaring nostrils.

"Ahhh...I'm allergic to these you fool. Goose-down feathers make my skin itch."

"Could we all just get back to murdering Sara," said Robert as he grabbed a syringe.

"NO!" shrieked Sara when Robert approached.

Katarina, knife still in hand, laughed hysterically. "I'm finishing this! Raymond, you're dead!" She plunged the knife into his heart. Blood gurgled from him like a cherry icee fountain.

Sara screamed again. Robert grinned as he jabbed the syringe deep into her blind eye.

"That was for making fun of my magnificent buttocks," he whined.

Sara dug her fingernails into Robert's gonads. "Creep!" she cried. She pulled hard enough to make them pop like eyeballs out of a gerbils head. She felt a twinge of remorse but not for long. His body jerked as he tried to free himself. Swearing, he contorted his abdomen and yelped.

Meanwhile, Katarina turned her attention to Denise whose back was against the wall so she pinned a suicide note on her.

Katarina

poetinahat
05-13-2005, 11:13 AM
"I can't breathe!" The blind girl gasped as she fumbled for her inhaler. Those dreams of mangled flesh always resulted in an asthma attack. Too many times she was alone dealing with this, so she thought.

He emerged from behind the curtains with a huge presence, she could feel immediately. "Miss me?" she heard his raspy, beer drenched voice ask. Still gasping, she fumbled around trying to make her breathing slow down.

"Dr. Peabody!" Sara cried, "Help me!"

"Now Sara dear. Dr. Peabody is a hopeless drunk," said the nurse from the doorway. Sara gasped as she felt Robert, the intern, wrap the straight jacket around her.

"NO! Don't you see I'm having an asthma attack. Give me something!"

Dr. Peabody stumbled into the room. "Hel--lll--ooo sweet cheeks! Did you think I'd forget about your breast and pelvic exams?" He fell over and hit his head against something that made a loud clang. "What the hell is this puddle doing in the middle--did you pee, Robert?"

"No, doctor, she did. She wet herself and the door guard and is now unconscious. I just gave her the demerol."

"Cretin! She's allergic to that stuff," he said whilst slapping the intern. "Are you trying to kill her?"

"Actually, yes, doctor," Robert whispered. "Sara was my lover."

"But, why would you even consider demerol? You know I'm running low, and there are absolutely no ways to get more since my license was recently revoked."

Denise, the nurse-who was mean and jealous, because she was secretly in love with Dr. Raymond Peabody, as was Sara-started freaking out. "I need that woman dead. Let's try something different."

Sara began screaming.

The phone rang. "Under control, everyone! Your wife, Katarina," said the secretary. "She is on line 1, Dr. Peabody. She sounds hysterical!"

Peabody grabbed the phone and said, "Hello darlin..nice of you to.....honey, calm down, that's just Sara, the nut case screaming. Everything's fine....Should be home..."

"RAYMOND!! You bastard! Why didn't you feed the fish?"

Peabody blushed. "Sweetie, I'm a little busy. Bye now."

Sara struggled with her straight jacket. "Take this off! I'm not certifiably looney. I'm just a little bit out of blink-sync."

The phone rang again. Peabody raged. "My wife again! Somebody kill her!"

"I heard that lizzard's blood is effective," said Denise. "We should find a nice big toad to go in her soup, or maybe a black shelob..."

"Heck, whatever it takes! Let's just do it!"

"The phone bill is due."

"What?! Go down and pay it! We're trying to stay in business."

"How am I gonna pay without killin' the girl? Her trust fund..."

Suddenly Katarina stormed into the office brandishing a large knife. "Where is that f**king b*stard!!"

Peabody hid behind Denise as his wife tried to slaughter him there.

"You f**king COWARD! If you wanted some action why didn't you come home? I could have given you..."

Denise interrupted. "Your order is ready."

"What the hell is that supposed to mean?" Katarina, confused, lowered her knife.

Denise grabbed Katrina's arm, plunging the knife into the pillow, which released feathers into Peabody's flaring nostrils.

"Ahhh...I'm allergic to these you fool. Goose-down feathers make my skin itch."

"Could we all just get back to murdering Sara," said Robert as he grabbed a syringe.

"NO!" shrieked Sara when Robert approached.

Katarina, knife still in hand, laughed hysterically. "I'm finishing this! Raymond, you're dead!" She plunged the knife into his heart. Blood gurgled from him like a cherry icee fountain.

Sara screamed again. Robert grinned as he jabbed the syringe deep into her blind eye.

"That was for making fun of my magnificent buttocks," he whined.

Sara dug her fingernails into Robert's gonads. "Creep!" she cried. She pulled hard enough to make them pop like eyeballs out of a gerbils head. She felt a twinge of remorse but not for long. His body jerked as he tried to free himself. Swearing, he contorted his abdomen and yelped.

Meanwhile, Katarina turned her attention to Denise whose back was against the wall so she pinned a suicide note on her.

Katarina covered Denise's mouth

rhymegirl
05-13-2005, 03:49 PM
"I can't breathe!" The blind girl gasped as she fumbled for her inhaler. Those dreams of mangled flesh always resulted in an asthma attack. Too many times she was alone dealing with this, so she thought.

He emerged from behind the curtains with a huge presence, she could feel immediately. "Miss me?" she heard his raspy, beer drenched voice ask. Still gasping, she fumbled around trying to make her breathing slow down.

"Dr. Peabody!" Sara cried, "Help me!"

"Now Sara dear. Dr. Peabody is a hopeless drunk," said the nurse from the doorway. Sara gasped as she felt Robert, the intern, wrap the straight jacket around her.

"NO! Don't you see I'm having an asthma attack. Give me something!"

Dr. Peabody stumbled into the room. "Hel--lll--ooo sweet cheeks! Did you think I'd forget about your breast and pelvic exams?" He fell over and hit his head against something that made a loud clang. "What the hell is this puddle doing in the middle--did you pee, Robert?"

"No, doctor, she did. She wet herself and the door guard and is now unconscious. I just gave her the demerol."

"Cretin! She's allergic to that stuff," he said whilst slapping the intern. "Are you trying to kill her?"

"Actually, yes, doctor," Robert whispered. "Sara was my lover."

"But, why would you even consider demerol? You know I'm running low, and there are absolutely no ways to get more since my license was recently revoked."

Denise, the nurse-who was mean and jealous, because she was secretly in love with Dr. Raymond Peabody, as was Sara-started freaking out. "I need that woman dead. Let's try something different."

Sara began screaming.

The phone rang. "Under control, everyone! Your wife, Katarina," said the secretary. "She is on line 1, Dr. Peabody. She sounds hysterical!"

Peabody grabbed the phone and said, "Hello darlin..nice of you to.....honey, calm down, that's just Sara, the nut case screaming. Everything's fine....Should be home..."

"RAYMOND!! You bastard! Why didn't you feed the fish?"

Peabody blushed. "Sweetie, I'm a little busy. Bye now."

Sara struggled with her straight jacket. "Take this off! I'm not certifiably looney. I'm just a little bit out of blink-sync."

The phone rang again. Peabody raged. "My wife again! Somebody kill her!"

"I heard that lizzard's blood is effective," said Denise. "We should find a nice big toad to go in her soup, or maybe a black shelob..."

"Heck, whatever it takes! Let's just do it!"

"The phone bill is due."

"What?! Go down and pay it! We're trying to stay in business."

"How am I gonna pay without killin' the girl? Her trust fund..."

Suddenly Katarina stormed into the office brandishing a large knife. "Where is that f**king b*stard!!"

Peabody hid behind Denise as his wife tried to slaughter him there.

"You f**king COWARD! If you wanted some action why didn't you come home? I could have given you..."

Denise interrupted. "Your order is ready."

"What the hell is that supposed to mean?" Katarina, confused, lowered her knife.

Denise grabbed Katrina's arm, plunging the knife into the pillow, which released feathers into Peabody's flaring nostrils.

"Ahhh...I'm allergic to these you fool. Goose-down feathers make my skin itch."

"Could we all just get back to murdering Sara," said Robert as he grabbed a syringe.

"NO!" shrieked Sara when Robert approached.

Katarina, knife still in hand, laughed hysterically. "I'm finishing this! Raymond, you're dead!" She plunged the knife into his heart. Blood gurgled from him like a cherry icee fountain.

Sara screamed again. Robert grinned as he jabbed the syringe deep into her blind eye.

"That was for making fun of my magnificent buttocks," he whined.

Sara dug her fingernails into Robert's gonads. "Creep!" she cried. She pulled hard enough to make them pop like eyeballs out of a gerbils head. She felt a twinge of remorse but not for long. His body jerked as he tried to free himself. Swearing, he contorted his abdomen and yelped.

Meanwhile, Katarina turned her attention to Denise whose back was against the wall so she pinned a nasty note on her.

Katarina covered Denise's mouth with duct tape. "That

McCann
05-14-2005, 07:21 AM
"I can't breathe!" The blind girl gasped as she fumbled for her inhaler. Those dreams of mangled flesh always resulted in an asthma attack. Too many times she was alone dealing with this, so she thought.

He emerged from behind the curtains with a huge presence, she could feel immediately. "Miss me?" she heard his raspy, beer drenched voice ask. Still gasping, she fumbled around trying to make her breathing slow down.

"Dr. Peabody!" Sara cried, "Help me!"

"Now Sara dear. Dr. Peabody is a hopeless drunk," said the nurse from the doorway. Sara gasped as she felt Robert, the intern, wrap the straight jacket around her.

"NO! Don't you see I'm having an asthma attack. Give me something!"

Dr. Peabody stumbled into the room. "Hel--lll--ooo sweet cheeks! Did you think I'd forget about your breast and pelvic exams?" He fell over and hit his head against something that made a loud clang. "What the hell is this puddle doing in the middle--did you pee, Robert?"

"No, doctor, she did. She wet herself and the door guard and is now unconscious. I just gave her the demerol."

"Cretin! She's allergic to that stuff," he said whilst slapping the intern. "Are you trying to kill her?"

"Actually, yes, doctor," Robert whispered. "Sara was my lover."

"But, why would you even consider demerol? You know I'm running low, and there are absolutely no ways to get more since my license was recently revoked."

Denise, the nurse-who was mean and jealous, because she was secretly in love with Dr. Raymond Peabody, as was Sara-started freaking out. "I need that woman dead. Let's try something different."

Sara began screaming.

The phone rang. "Under control, everyone! Your wife, Katarina," said the secretary. "She is on line 1, Dr. Peabody. She sounds hysterical!"

Peabody grabbed the phone and said, "Hello darlin..nice of you to.....honey, calm down, that's just Sara, the nut case screaming. Everything's fine....Should be home..."

"RAYMOND!! You bastard! Why didn't you feed the fish?"

Peabody blushed. "Sweetie, I'm a little busy. Bye now."

Sara struggled with her straight jacket. "Take this off! I'm not certifiably looney. I'm just a little bit out of blink-sync."

The phone rang again. Peabody raged. "My wife again! Somebody kill her!"

"I heard that lizzard's blood is effective," said Denise. "We should find a nice big toad to go in her soup, or maybe a black shelob..."

"Heck, whatever it takes! Let's just do it!"

"The phone bill is due."

"What?! Go down and pay it! We're trying to stay in business."

"How am I gonna pay without killin' the girl? Her trust fund..."

Suddenly Katarina stormed into the office brandishing a large knife. "Where is that f**king b*stard!!"

Peabody hid behind Denise as his wife tried to slaughter him there.

"You f**king COWARD! If you wanted some action why didn't you come home? I could have given you..."

Denise interrupted. "Your order is ready."

"What the hell is that supposed to mean?" Katarina, confused, lowered her knife.

Denise grabbed Katrina's arm, plunging the knife into the pillow, which released feathers into Peabody's flaring nostrils.

"Ahhh...I'm allergic to these you fool. Goose-down feathers make my skin itch."

"Could we all just get back to murdering Sara," said Robert as he grabbed a syringe.

"NO!" shrieked Sara when Robert approached.

Katarina, knife still in hand, laughed hysterically. "I'm finishing this! Raymond, you're dead!" She plunged the knife into his heart. Blood gurgled from him like a cherry icee fountain.

Sara screamed again. Robert grinned as he jabbed the syringe deep into her blind eye.

"That was for making fun of my magnificent buttocks," he whined.

Sara dug her fingernails into Robert's gonads. "Creep!" she cried. She pulled hard enough to make them pop like eyeballs out of a gerbils head. She felt a twinge of remorse but not for long. His body jerked as he tried to free himself. Swearing, he contorted his abdomen and yelped.

Meanwhile, Katarina turned her attention to Denise whose back was against the wall so she pinned a nasty note on her.

Katarina covered Denise's mouth with duct tape. "That takes care of