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rhymegirl
12-01-2004, 08:18 AM
The telephone jangled.

Yeshanu
12-01-2004, 09:23 AM
The telephone jangled.

"I'll have to

rhymegirl
12-04-2004, 11:04 PM
answer that blasted

maestrowork
12-05-2004, 12:26 AM
The telephone jangled.

"I'll have to answer that blasted

son of a

rhymegirl
12-05-2004, 01:35 AM
The telephone jangled.

"I'll have to answer that blasted

son of a

gun freaking telephone!"

Zazopolis
12-05-2004, 01:49 AM
The telephone jangled.

"I'll have to answer that blasted son of a gun, freaking telephone! Thanks for calling..."

rhymegirl
12-05-2004, 04:27 AM
The telephone jangled.

"I'll have to answer that blasted son of a gun, freaking telephone! Thanks for calling..."

complained Dr. Frazzle.

Jyndral
12-06-2004, 10:12 PM
The telephone jangled.

"I'll have to answer that blasted son of a gun, freaking telephone! Thanks for calling," complained Dr. Frazzle.

"Frazzle! Get your...

rhymegirl
12-08-2004, 12:29 AM
The telephone jangled.

"I'll have to answer that blasted son of a gun, freaking telephone! Thanks for calling," complained Dr. Frazzle.

"Frazzle! Get your butt over here!"

Arisa81
12-08-2004, 02:55 AM
The telephone jangled.

"I'll have to answer that blasted son of a gun, freaking telephone! Thanks for calling," complained Dr. Frazzle.

"Frazzle! Get your butt over here!"

Demanded Professor Potts

rhymegirl
12-08-2004, 11:09 PM
The telephone jangled.

"I'll have to answer that blasted son of a gun, freaking telephone! Thanks for calling," complained Dr. Frazzle.

"Frazzle! Get your butt over here!"

Demanded Professor Potts.

"Why you insolent

Zazopolis
12-09-2004, 03:11 AM
The telephone jangled.

"I'll have to answer that blasted son of a gun, freaking telephone! Thanks for calling," complained Dr. Frazzle.

"Frazzle! Get your butt over here!"

Demanded Professor Potts.

"Why you insolent rat bastard, I

peer54
12-09-2004, 07:01 AM
The telephone jangled.

"I'll have to answer that blasted son of a gun, freaking telephone! Thanks for calling," complained Dr. Frazzle.

"Frazzle! Get your butt over here!"

Demanded Professor Potts.

"Why you insolent rat bastard, I already told you

rhymegirl
12-09-2004, 09:12 PM
The telephone jangled.

"I'll have to answer that blasted son of a gun, freaking telephone! Thanks for calling," complained Dr. Frazzle.

"Frazzle! Get your butt over here!"

Demanded Professor Potts.

"Why you insolent rat bastard, I already told you

I'm too busy

Yeshanu
12-10-2004, 07:38 AM
The telephone jangled.

"I'll have to answer that blasted son of a gun, freaking telephone! Thanks for calling," complained Dr. Frazzle.

"Frazzle! Get your butt over here!"

Demanded Professor Potts.

"Why you insolent rat bastard, I already told you

I'm too busy to do your

Jyndral
12-10-2004, 10:11 AM
The telephone jangled.

"I'll have to answer that blasted son of a gun, freaking telephone! Thanks for calling," complained Dr. Frazzle.

"Frazzle! Get your butt over here!" demanded Professor Potts.

"Why you insolent rat bastard, I already told you I'm too busy to do your

laundry! Get a

rhymegirl
12-11-2004, 01:26 AM
The telephone jangled.

"I'll have to answer that blasted son of a gun, freaking telephone! Thanks for calling," complained Dr. Frazzle.

"Frazzle! Get your butt over here!" demanded Professor Potts.

"Why you insolent rat bastard, I already told you I'm too busy to do your

laundry! Get a

maid you lazy

peer54
12-11-2004, 05:09 AM
The telephone jangled.

"I'll have to answer that blasted son of a gun, freaking telephone! Thanks for calling," complained Dr. Frazzle.

"Frazzle! Get your butt over here!" demanded Professor Potts.

"Why you insolent rat bastard, I already told you I'm too busy to do your

laundry! Get a maid, you lazy maggot! Why do

Jyndral
12-11-2004, 12:28 PM
The telephone jangled.

"I'll have to answer that blasted son of a gun, freaking telephone! Thanks for calling," complained Dr. Frazzle.

"Frazzle! Get your butt over here!" demanded Professor Potts.

"Why you insolent rat bastard, I already told you I'm too busy to do your laundry! Get a maid, you lazy maggot! Why do

I even bother?"

neddyf
12-15-2004, 12:05 AM
He slammed the

rhymegirl
12-15-2004, 12:38 AM
The telephone jangled.

"I'll have to answer that blasted son of a gun, freaking telephone! Thanks for calling," complained Dr. Frazzle.

"Frazzle! Get your butt over here!" demanded Professor Potts.

"Why you insolent rat bastard, I already told you I'm too busy to do your laundry! Get a maid, you lazy maggot! Why do

I even bother?"

He slammed the
phone down and

Jyndral
12-15-2004, 03:16 AM
The telephone jangled.

"I'll have to answer that blasted son of a gun, freaking telephone! Thanks for calling," complained Dr. Frazzle.

"Frazzle! Get your butt over here!" demanded Professor Potts.

"Why you insolent rat bastard, I already told you I'm too busy to do your laundry! Get a maid, you lazy maggot! Why do I even bother?"

He slammed the phone down and

it rang again.

souljoy75
12-16-2004, 12:19 AM
The telephone jangled.

"I'll have to answer that blasted son of a gun, freaking telephone! Thanks for calling," complained Dr. Frazzle.

"Frazzle! Get your butt over here!" demanded Professor Potts.

"Why you insolent rat bastard, I already told you I'm too busy to do your laundry! Get a maid, you lazy maggot! Why do I even bother?"

He slammed the phone down and

it rang again.

He ignored it.

rhymegirl
12-16-2004, 12:35 AM
The telephone jangled.

"I'll have to answer that blasted son of a gun, freaking telephone! Thanks for calling," complained Dr. Frazzle.

"Frazzle! Get your butt over here!" demanded Professor Potts.

"Why you insolent rat bastard, I already told you I'm too busy to do your laundry! Get a maid, you lazy maggot! Why do I even bother?"

He slammed the phone down and

it rang again.

He ignored it.

It rang again.

Jyndral
12-16-2004, 02:20 AM
The telephone jangled.

"I'll have to answer that blasted son of a gun, freaking telephone! Thanks for calling," complained Dr. Frazzle.

"Frazzle! Get your butt over here!" demanded Professor Potts.

"Why you insolent rat bastard, I already told you I'm too busy to do your laundry! Get a maid, you lazy maggot! Why do I even bother?"

He slammed the phone down and it rang again. He ignored it.

It rang again.

Something had to

neddyf
12-16-2004, 03:19 PM
The telephone jangled.

"I'll have to answer that blasted son of a gun, freaking telephone! Thanks for calling," complained Dr. Frazzle.

"Frazzle! Get your butt over here!" demanded Professor Potts.

"Why you insolent rat bastard, I already told you I'm too busy to do your laundry! Get a maid, you lazy maggot! Why do I even bother?"

He slammed the phone down and it rang again. He ignored it.

It rang again.

Something had to

be done about

rhymegirl
12-16-2004, 07:09 PM
The telephone jangled.

"I'll have to answer that blasted son of a gun, freaking telephone! Thanks for calling," complained Dr. Frazzle.

"Frazzle! Get your butt over here!" demanded Professor Potts.

"Why you insolent rat bastard, I already told you I'm too busy to do your laundry! Get a maid, you lazy maggot! Why do I even bother?"

He slammed the phone down and it rang again. He ignored it.

It rang again.

Something had to

be done about

that annoying Potts.

Jyndral
12-16-2004, 09:43 PM
The telephone jangled.

"I'll have to answer that blasted son of a gun, freaking telephone! Thanks for calling," complained Dr. Frazzle.

"Frazzle! Get your butt over here!" demanded Professor Potts.

"Why you insolent rat bastard, I already told you I'm too busy to do your laundry! Get a maid, you lazy maggot! Why do I even bother?"

He slammed the phone down and it rang again. He ignored it.

It rang again.

Something had to be done about that annoying Potts.

Murder? Tickle-torture?

rhymegirl
12-17-2004, 11:56 PM
The telephone jangled.

"I'll have to answer that blasted son of a gun, freaking telephone! Thanks for calling," complained Dr. Frazzle.

"Frazzle! Get your butt over here!" demanded Professor Potts.

"Why you insolent rat bastard, I already told you I'm too busy to do your laundry! Get a maid, you lazy maggot! Why do I even bother?"

He slammed the phone down and it rang again. He ignored it.

It rang again.

Something had to be done about that annoying Potts.

Murder? Tickle-torture?

"I've got it!"

Jyndral
12-18-2004, 10:30 AM
The telephone jangled.

"I'll have to answer that blasted son of a gun, freaking telephone! Thanks for calling," complained Dr. Frazzle.

"Frazzle! Get your butt over here!" demanded Professor Potts.

"Why you insolent rat bastard, I already told you I'm too busy to do your laundry! Get a maid, you lazy maggot! Why do I even bother?"

He slammed the phone down and it rang again. He ignored it.

It rang again.

Something had to be done about that annoying Potts. Murder? Tickle-torture?

"I've got it!"

Frazzle shouted, snatching

triceretops
12-18-2004, 11:06 AM
The telephone jangled.

"I'll have to answer that blasted son of a gun, freaking telephone! Thanks for calling," complained Dr. Frazzle.

"Frazzle! Get your butt over here!" demanded Professor Potts.

"Why you insolent rat bastard, I already told you I'm too busy to do your laundry! Get a maid, you lazy maggot! Why do I even bother?"

He slammed the phone down and it rang again. He ignored it.

It rang again.

Something had to be done about that annoying Potts. Murder? Tickle-torture?

"I've got it!"

Frazzle shouted, snatching furiously at the

rhymegirl
12-18-2004, 11:23 AM
The telephone jangled.
"I'll have to answer that blasted son of a gun, freaking telephone! Thanks for calling," complained Dr. Frazzle.

"Frazzle! Get your butt over here!" demanded Professor Potts.

"Why you insolent rat bastard, I already told you I'm too busy to do your laundry! Get a maid, you lazy maggot! Why do I even bother?"

He slammed the phone down and it rang again. He ignored it.

It rang again.

Something had to be done about that annoying Potts. Murder? Tickle-torture?

"I've got it!"
Frazzle shouted, snatching furiously at the
secret potion bottle

triceretops
12-19-2004, 03:21 AM
secret potion bottle with the intent

Jyndral
12-19-2004, 05:11 AM
The telephone jangled.
"I'll have to answer that blasted son of a gun, freaking telephone! Thanks for calling," complained Dr. Frazzle.

"Frazzle! Get your butt over here!" demanded Professor Potts.

"Why you insolent rat bastard, I already told you I'm too busy to do your laundry! Get a maid, you lazy maggot! Why do I even bother?"

He slammed the phone down and it rang again. He ignored it.

It rang again.

Something had to be done about that annoying Potts. Murder? Tickle-torture?

"I've got it!" Frazzle shouted, snatching furiously at the
secret potion bottle with the intent

of it disemboweling

rhymegirl
12-19-2004, 06:29 AM
The telephone jangled.
"I'll have to answer that blasted son of a gun, freaking telephone! Thanks for calling," complained Dr. Frazzle.

"Frazzle! Get your butt over here!" demanded Professor Potts.

"Why you insolent rat bastard, I already told you I'm too busy to do your laundry! Get a maid, you lazy maggot! Why do I even bother?"

He slammed the phone down and it rang again. He ignored it.

It rang again.

Something had to be done about that annoying Potts. Murder? Tickle-torture?

"I've got it!" Frazzle shouted, snatching furiously at the
secret potion bottle with the intent

of it disemboweling
his pesky nemesis.

Jyndral
12-19-2004, 11:20 PM
The telephone jangled.

"I'll have to answer that blasted son of a gun, freaking telephone! Thanks for calling," complained Dr. Frazzle.

"Frazzle! Get your butt over here!" demanded Professor Potts.

"Why you insolent rat bastard, I already told you I'm too busy to do your laundry! Get a maid, you lazy maggot! Why do I even bother?"

He slammed the phone down and it rang again. He ignored it.

It rang again.

Something had to be done about that annoying Potts. Murder? Tickle-torture?

"I've got it!" Frazzle shouted, snatching furiously at the
secret potion bottle with the intent of it disemboweling
his pesky nemesis.

From the inside

souljoy75
12-20-2004, 07:22 PM
The telephone jangled.

"I'll have to answer that blasted son of a gun, freaking telephone! Thanks for calling," complained Dr. Frazzle.

"Frazzle! Get your butt over here!" demanded Professor Potts.

"Why you insolent rat bastard, I already told you I'm too busy to do your laundry! Get a maid, you lazy maggot! Why do I even bother?"

He slammed the phone down and it rang again. He ignored it.

It rang again.

Something had to be done about that annoying Potts. Murder? Tickle-torture?

"I've got it!" Frazzle shouted, snatching furiously at the
secret potion bottle with the intent of it disemboweling
his pesky nemesis.

From the inside

it certainly looked

rhymegirl
12-21-2004, 05:18 AM
The telephone jangled.

"I'll have to answer that blasted son of a gun, freaking telephone! Thanks for calling," complained Dr. Frazzle.

"Frazzle! Get your butt over here!" demanded Professor Potts.

"Why you insolent rat bastard, I already told you I'm too busy to do your laundry! Get a maid, you lazy maggot! Why do I even bother?"

He slammed the phone down and it rang again. He ignored it.

It rang again.

Something had to be done about that annoying Potts. Murder? Tickle-torture?

"I've got it!" Frazzle shouted, snatching furiously at the
secret potion bottle with the intent of it disemboweling
his pesky nemesis.

From the inside
it certainly looked
like powerful stuff.

Jyndral
12-21-2004, 10:19 AM
The telephone jangled.

"I'll have to answer that blasted son of a gun, freaking telephone! Thanks for calling," complained Dr. Frazzle.

"Frazzle! Get your butt over here!" demanded Professor Potts.

"Why you insolent rat bastard, I already told you I'm too busy to do your laundry! Get a maid, you lazy maggot! Why do I even bother?"

He slammed the phone down and it rang again. He ignored it.

It rang again.

Something had to be done about that annoying Potts. Murder? Tickle-torture?

"I've got it!" Frazzle shouted, snatching furiously at the secret potion bottle with the intent of it disemboweling his pesky nemesis.

From the inside, it certainly looked like powerful stuff.

It was time

souljoy75
12-21-2004, 08:00 PM
to take action.

neddyf
12-21-2004, 08:30 PM
The telephone jangled.

"I'll have to answer that blasted son of a gun, freaking telephone! Thanks for calling," complained Dr. Frazzle.

"Frazzle! Get your butt over here!" demanded Professor Potts.

"Why you insolent rat bastard, I already told you I'm too busy to do your laundry! Get a maid, you lazy maggot! Why do I even bother?"

He slammed the phone down and it rang again. He ignored it.

It rang again.

Something had to be done about that annoying Potts. Murder? Tickle-torture?

"I've got it!" Frazzle shouted, snatching furiously at the secret potion bottle with the intent of it disemboweling his pesky nemesis.

From the inside, it certainly looked like powerful stuff.

It was time to take action.

He drove to

Yeshanu
12-21-2004, 09:56 PM
The telephone jangled.

"I'll have to answer that blasted son of a gun, freaking telephone! Thanks for calling," complained Dr. Frazzle.

"Frazzle! Get your butt over here!" demanded Professor Potts.

"Why you insolent rat bastard, I already told you I'm too busy to do your laundry! Get a maid, you lazy maggot! Why do I even bother?"

He slammed the phone down and it rang again. He ignored it.

It rang again.

Something had to be done about that annoying Potts. Murder? Tickle-torture?

"I've got it!" Frazzle shouted, snatching furiously at the secret potion bottle with the intent of it disemboweling his pesky nemesis.

From the inside, it certainly looked like powerful stuff.

It was time to take action.

He drove to the edge of

rhymegirl
12-22-2004, 08:06 PM
The telephone jangled.

"I'll have to answer that blasted son of a gun, freaking telephone! Thanks for calling," complained Dr. Frazzle.

"Frazzle! Get your butt over here!" demanded Professor Potts.

"Why you insolent rat bastard, I already told you I'm too busy to do your laundry! Get a maid, you lazy maggot! Why do I even bother?"

He slammed the phone down and it rang again. He ignored it.

It rang again.

Something had to be done about that annoying Potts. Murder? Tickle-torture?

"I've got it!" Frazzle shouted, snatching furiously at the secret potion bottle with the intent of it disemboweling his pesky nemesis.

From the inside, it certainly looked like powerful stuff.

It was time to take action.

He drove to the edge of
the professor's property

Jyndral
12-23-2004, 09:40 PM
The telephone jangled.

"I'll have to answer that blasted son of a gun, freaking telephone! Thanks for calling," complained Dr. Frazzle.

"Frazzle! Get your butt over here!" demanded Professor Potts.

"Why you insolent rat bastard, I already told you I'm too busy to do your laundry! Get a maid, you lazy maggot! Why do I even bother?"

He slammed the phone down and it rang again. He ignored it.

It rang again.

Something had to be done about that annoying Potts. Murder? Tickle-torture?

"I've got it!" Frazzle shouted, snatching furiously at the secret potion bottle with the intent of it disemboweling his pesky nemesis.

From the inside, it certainly looked like powerful stuff.

It was time to take action.

He drove to the edge of the professor's property

and honked twice

neddyf
12-27-2004, 02:41 AM
The telephone jangled.

"I'll have to answer that blasted son of a gun, freaking telephone! Thanks for calling," complained Dr. Frazzle.

"Frazzle! Get your butt over here!" demanded Professor Potts.

"Why you insolent rat bastard, I already told you I'm too busy to do your laundry! Get a maid, you lazy maggot! Why do I even bother?"

He slammed the phone down and it rang again. He ignored it.

It rang again.

Something had to be done about that annoying Potts. Murder? Tickle-torture?

"I've got it!" Frazzle shouted, snatching furiously at the secret potion bottle with the intent of it disemboweling his pesky nemesis.

From the inside, it certainly looked like powerful stuff.

It was time to take action.

He drove to the edge of the professor's property and honked twice. Potts opened the

rhymegirl
12-27-2004, 05:27 AM
He drove to the edge of the professor's property and honked twice. Potts opened the window shaking his

Jyndral
12-28-2004, 11:02 PM
The telephone jangled.

"I'll have to answer that blasted son of a gun, freaking telephone! Thanks for calling," complained Dr. Frazzle.

"Frazzle! Get your butt over here!" demanded Professor Potts.

"Why you insolent rat bastard, I already told you I'm too busy to do your laundry! Get a maid, you lazy maggot! Why do I even bother?"

He slammed the phone down and it rang again. He ignored it.

It rang again.

Something had to be done about that annoying Potts. Murder? Tickle-torture?

"I've got it!" Frazzle shouted, snatching furiously at the secret potion bottle with the intent of it disemboweling his pesky nemesis.

From the inside, it certainly looked like powerful stuff.

It was time to take action.

He drove to the edge of the professor's property and honked twice. Potts opened the window shaking his

head. "It's about

detante
12-28-2004, 11:36 PM
The telephone jangled.

"I'll have to answer that blasted son of a gun, freaking telephone! Thanks for calling," complained Dr. Frazzle.

"Frazzle! Get your butt over here!" demanded Professor Potts.

"Why you insolent rat bastard, I already told you I'm too busy to do your laundry! Get a maid, you lazy maggot! Why do I even bother?"

He slammed the phone down and it rang again. He ignored it.

It rang again.

Something had to be done about that annoying Potts. Murder? Tickle-torture?

"I've got it!" Frazzle shouted, snatching furiously at the secret potion bottle with the intent of it disemboweling his pesky nemesis.

From the inside, it certainly looked like powerful stuff.

It was time to take action.

He drove to the edge of the professor's property and honked twice. Potts opened the window shaking his

head. "It's about

time. Did you

rhymegirl
12-29-2004, 12:12 AM
The telephone jangled.

"I'll have to answer that blasted son of a gun, freaking telephone! Thanks for calling," complained Dr. Frazzle.

"Frazzle! Get your butt over here!" demanded Professor Potts.

"Why you insolent rat bastard, I already told you I'm too busy to do your laundry! Get a maid, you lazy maggot! Why do I even bother?"

He slammed the phone down and it rang again. He ignored it.

It rang again.

Something had to be done about that annoying Potts. Murder? Tickle-torture?

"I've got it!" Frazzle shouted, snatching furiously at the secret potion bottle with the intent of it disemboweling his pesky nemesis.

From the inside, it certainly looked like powerful stuff.

It was time to take action.

He drove to the edge of the professor's property and honked twice. Potts opened the window shaking his

head. "It's about time. Did you
bring the detergent?"

Jyndral
12-29-2004, 04:15 AM
The telephone jangled.

"I'll have to answer that blasted son of a gun, freaking telephone! Thanks for calling," complained Dr. Frazzle.

"Frazzle! Get your butt over here!" demanded Professor Potts.

"Why you insolent rat bastard, I already told you I'm too busy to do your laundry! Get a maid, you lazy maggot! Why do I even bother?"

He slammed the phone down and it rang again. He ignored it.

It rang again.

Something had to be done about that annoying Potts. Murder? Tickle-torture?

"I've got it!" Frazzle shouted, snatching furiously at the secret potion bottle with the intent of it disemboweling his pesky nemesis.

From the inside, it certainly looked like powerful stuff.

It was time to take action.

He drove to the edge of the professor's property and honked twice. Potts opened the window shaking his head. "It's about time. Did you bring the detergent?"

Detergent? Yeah.... Detergent!

detante
12-30-2004, 12:24 AM
The telephone jangled.

"I'll have to answer that blasted son of a gun, freaking telephone! Thanks for calling," complained Dr. Frazzle.

"Frazzle! Get your butt over here!" demanded Professor Potts.

"Why you insolent rat bastard, I already told you I'm too busy to do your laundry! Get a maid, you lazy maggot! Why do I even bother?"

He slammed the phone down and it rang again. He ignored it.

It rang again.

Something had to be done about that annoying Potts. Murder? Tickle-torture?

"I've got it!" Frazzle shouted, snatching furiously at the secret potion bottle with the intent of it disemboweling his pesky nemesis.

From the inside, it certainly looked like powerful stuff.

It was time to take action.

He drove to the edge of the professor's property and honked twice. Potts opened the window shaking his head. "It's about time. Did you bring the detergent?"

Detergent? Yeah.... Detergent!

"Of course I

rhymegirl
12-30-2004, 10:20 AM
The telephone jangled.

"I'll have to answer that blasted son of a gun, freaking telephone! Thanks for calling," complained Dr. Frazzle.

"Frazzle! Get your butt over here!" demanded Professor Potts.

"Why you insolent rat bastard, I already told you I'm too busy to do your laundry! Get a maid, you lazy maggot! Why do I even bother?"

He slammed the phone down and it rang again. He ignored it.

It rang again.

Something had to be done about that annoying Potts. Murder? Tickle-torture?

"I've got it!" Frazzle shouted, snatching furiously at the secret potion bottle with the intent of it disemboweling his pesky nemesis.

From the inside, it certainly looked like powerful stuff.

It was time to take action.

He drove to the edge of the professor's property and honked twice. Potts opened the window shaking his head. "It's about time. Did you bring the detergent?"

Detergent? Yeah.... Detergent!

"Of course I
did, you stinking

Jyndral
12-30-2004, 10:53 AM
The telephone jangled.

"I'll have to answer that blasted son of a gun, freaking telephone! Thanks for calling," complained Dr. Frazzle.

"Frazzle! Get your butt over here!" demanded Professor Potts.

"Why you insolent rat bastard, I already told you I'm too busy to do your laundry! Get a maid, you lazy maggot! Why do I even bother?"

He slammed the phone down and it rang again. He ignored it.

It rang again.

Something had to be done about that annoying Potts. Murder? Tickle-torture?

"I've got it!" Frazzle shouted, snatching furiously at the secret potion bottle with the intent of it disemboweling his pesky nemesis.

From the inside, it certainly looked like powerful stuff.

It was time to take action.

He drove to the edge of the professor's property and honked twice. Potts opened the window shaking his head. "It's about time. Did you bring the detergent?"

Detergent? Yeah.... Detergent!

"Of course I did, you stinking

orc!" Frazzle thrust

detante
12-31-2004, 03:13 AM
The telephone jangled.

"I'll have to answer that blasted son of a gun, freaking telephone! Thanks for calling," complained Dr. Frazzle.

"Frazzle! Get your butt over here!" demanded Professor Potts.

"Why you insolent rat bastard, I already told you I'm too busy to do your laundry! Get a maid, you lazy maggot! Why do I even bother?"

He slammed the phone down and it rang again. He ignored it.

It rang again.

Something had to be done about that annoying Potts. Murder? Tickle-torture?

"I've got it!" Frazzle shouted, snatching furiously at the secret potion bottle with the intent of it disemboweling his pesky nemesis.

From the inside, it certainly looked like powerful stuff.

It was time to take action.

He drove to the edge of the professor's property and honked twice. Potts opened the window shaking his head. "It's about time. Did you bring the detergent?"

Detergent? Yeah.... Detergent!

"Of course I did, you stinking orc!" Frazzle thrust

a rude gesture

neddyf
01-04-2005, 09:11 PM
The telephone jangled.

"I'll have to answer that blasted son of a gun, freaking telephone! Thanks for calling," complained Dr. Frazzle.

"Frazzle! Get your butt over here!" demanded Professor Potts.

"Why you insolent rat bastard, I already told you I'm too busy to do your laundry! Get a maid, you lazy maggot! Why do I even bother?"

He slammed the phone down and it rang again. He ignored it.

It rang again.

Something had to be done about that annoying Potts. Murder? Tickle-torture?

"I've got it!" Frazzle shouted, snatching furiously at the secret potion bottle with the intent of it disemboweling his pesky nemesis.

From the inside, it certainly looked like powerful stuff.

It was time to take action.

He drove to the edge of the professor's property and honked twice. Potts opened the window shaking his head. "It's about time. Did you bring the detergent?"

Detergent? Yeah.... Detergent!

"Of course I did, you stinking orc!" Frazzle thrust a rude gesture

towards his ugly

rhymegirl
01-05-2005, 02:44 AM
The telephone jangled.
"I'll have to answer that blasted son of a gun, freaking telephone! Thanks for calling," complained Dr. Frazzle.

"Frazzle! Get your butt over here!" demanded Professor Potts.

"Why you insolent rat bastard, I already told you I'm too busy to do your laundry! Get a maid, you lazy maggot! Why do I even bother?"

He slammed the phone down and it rang again. He ignored it.

It rang again.

Something had to be done about that annoying Potts. Murder? Tickle-torture?

"I've got it!" Frazzle shouted, snatching furiously at the secret potion bottle with the intent of it disemboweling his pesky nemesis.

From the inside, it certainly looked like powerful stuff.

It was time to take action.

He drove to the edge of the professor's property and honked twice. Potts opened the window shaking his head. "It's about time. Did you bring the detergent?"

Detergent? Yeah.... Detergent!

"Of course I did, you stinking orc!" Frazzle thrust a rude gesture
towards his ugly,
helpless, demanding enemy.

neddyf
01-06-2005, 12:08 AM
The telephone jangled.
"I'll have to answer that blasted son of a gun, freaking telephone! Thanks for calling," complained Dr. Frazzle.

"Frazzle! Get your butt over here!" demanded Professor Potts.

"Why you insolent rat bastard, I already told you I'm too busy to do your laundry! Get a maid, you lazy maggot! Why do I even bother?"

He slammed the phone down and it rang again. He ignored it.

It rang again.

Something had to be done about that annoying Potts. Murder? Tickle-torture?

"I've got it!" Frazzle shouted, snatching furiously at the secret potion bottle with the intent of it disemboweling his pesky nemesis.

From the inside, it certainly looked like powerful stuff.

It was time to take action.

He drove to the edge of the professor's property and honked twice. Potts opened the window shaking his head. "It's about time. Did you bring the detergent?"

Detergent? Yeah.... Detergent!

"Of course I did, you stinking orc!" Frazzle thrust a rude gesture
towards his ugly,
helpless, demanding enemy.

"How dare you

rhymegirl
01-07-2005, 08:28 AM
The telephone jangled.
"I'll have to answer that blasted son of a gun, freaking telephone! Thanks for calling," complained Dr. Frazzle.

"Frazzle! Get your butt over here!" demanded Professor Potts.

"Why you insolent rat bastard, I already told you I'm too busy to do your laundry! Get a maid, you lazy maggot! Why do I even bother?"

He slammed the phone down and it rang again. He ignored it.

It rang again.

Something had to be done about that annoying Potts. Murder? Tickle-torture?

"I've got it!" Frazzle shouted, snatching furiously at the secret potion bottle with the intent of it disemboweling his pesky nemesis.

From the inside, it certainly looked like powerful stuff.

It was time to take action.

He drove to the edge of the professor's property and honked twice. Potts opened the window shaking his head. "It's about time. Did you bring the detergent?"

Detergent? Yeah.... Detergent!

"Of course I did, you stinking orc!" Frazzle thrust a rude gesture
towards his ugly,
helpless, demanding enemy.
"How dare you give me the

neddyf
01-09-2005, 08:09 PM
The telephone jangled.
"I'll have to answer that blasted son of a gun, freaking telephone! Thanks for calling," complained Dr. Frazzle.

"Frazzle! Get your butt over here!" demanded Professor Potts.

"Why you insolent rat bastard, I already told you I'm too busy to do your laundry! Get a maid, you lazy maggot! Why do I even bother?"

He slammed the phone down and it rang again. He ignored it.

It rang again.

Something had to be done about that annoying Potts. Murder? Tickle-torture?

"I've got it!" Frazzle shouted, snatching furiously at the secret potion bottle with the intent of it disemboweling his pesky nemesis.

From the inside, it certainly looked like powerful stuff.

It was time to take action.

He drove to the edge of the professor's property and honked twice. Potts opened the window shaking his head. "It's about time. Did you bring the detergent?"

Detergent? Yeah.... Detergent!

"Of course I did, you stinking orc!" Frazzle thrust a rude gesture
towards his ugly,
helpless, demanding enemy.
"How dare you give me the cleaning duties, I'm

rhymegirl
01-09-2005, 09:52 PM
The telephone jangled.
"I'll have to answer that blasted son of a gun, freaking telephone! Thanks for calling," complained Dr. Frazzle.

"Frazzle! Get your butt over here!" demanded Professor Potts.

"Why you insolent rat bastard, I already told you I'm too busy to do your laundry! Get a maid, you lazy maggot! Why do I even bother?"

He slammed the phone down and it rang again. He ignored it.

It rang again.

Something had to be done about that annoying Potts. Murder? Tickle-torture?

"I've got it!" Frazzle shouted, snatching furiously at the secret potion bottle with the intent of it disemboweling his pesky nemesis.

From the inside, it certainly looked like powerful stuff.

It was time to take action.

He drove to the edge of the professor's property and honked twice. Potts opened the window shaking his head. "It's about time. Did you bring the detergent?"

Detergent? Yeah.... Detergent!

"Of course I did, you stinking orc!" Frazzle thrust a rude gesture
towards his ugly, helpless, demanding enemy. "How dare you give me the cleaning duties! I'm CLEANING YOUR CLOCK!"

detante
01-09-2005, 11:14 PM
The telephone jangled.
"I'll have to answer that blasted son of a gun, freaking telephone! Thanks for calling," complained Dr. Frazzle.

"Frazzle! Get your butt over here!" demanded Professor Potts.

"Why you insolent rat bastard, I already told you I'm too busy to do your laundry! Get a maid, you lazy maggot! Why do I even bother?"

He slammed the phone down and it rang again. He ignored it.

It rang again.

Something had to be done about that annoying Potts. Murder? Tickle-torture?

"I've got it!" Frazzle shouted, snatching furiously at the secret potion bottle with the intent of it disemboweling his pesky nemesis.

From the inside, it certainly looked like powerful stuff.

It was time to take action.

He drove to the edge of the professor's property and honked twice. Potts opened the window shaking his head. "It's about time. Did you bring the detergent?"

Detergent? Yeah.... Detergent!

"Of course I did, you stinking orc!" Frazzle thrust a rude gesture
toward his ugly, helpless, demanding enemy. "How dare you give me the cleaning duties! I'm CLEANING YOUR CLOCK!"

Potts shrieked like

rhymegirl
01-09-2005, 11:27 PM
The telephone jangled.
"I'll have to answer that blasted son of a gun, freaking telephone! Thanks for calling," complained Dr. Frazzle.

"Frazzle! Get your butt over here!" demanded Professor Potts.

"Why you insolent rat bastard, I already told you I'm too busy to do your laundry! Get a maid, you lazy maggot! Why do I even bother?"

He slammed the phone down and it rang again. He ignored it.

It rang again.

Something had to be done about that annoying Potts. Murder? Tickle-torture?

"I've got it!" Frazzle shouted, snatching furiously at the secret potion bottle with the intent of it disemboweling his pesky nemesis.

From the inside, it certainly looked like powerful stuff.

It was time to take action.

He drove to the edge of the professor's property and honked twice. Potts opened the window shaking his head. "It's about time. Did you bring the detergent?"

Detergent? Yeah.... Detergent!

"Of course I did, you stinking orc!" Frazzle thrust a rude gesture
toward his ugly, helpless, demanding enemy. "How dare you give me the cleaning duties! I'm CLEANING YOUR CLOCK!"

Potts shrieked like a little girl.

Betty W01
01-11-2005, 01:05 AM
"No! Wait! I..."

rhymegirl
01-11-2005, 02:23 AM
The telephone jangled.
"I'll have to answer that blasted son of a gun, freaking telephone! Thanks for calling," complained Dr. Frazzle.

"Frazzle! Get your butt over here!" demanded Professor Potts.

"Why you insolent rat bastard, I already told you I'm too busy to do your laundry! Get a maid, you lazy maggot! Why do I even bother?"

He slammed the phone down and it rang again. He ignored it.

It rang again.

Something had to be done about that annoying Potts. Murder? Tickle-torture?

"I've got it!" Frazzle shouted, snatching furiously at the secret potion bottle with the intent of it disemboweling his pesky nemesis.

From the inside, it certainly looked like powerful stuff.

It was time to take action.

He drove to the edge of the professor's property and honked twice. Potts opened the window shaking his head. "It's about time. Did you bring the detergent?"

Detergent? Yeah.... Detergent!

"Of course I did, you stinking orc!" Frazzle thrust a rude gesture
toward his ugly, helpless, demanding enemy. "How dare you give me the cleaning duties! I'm CLEANING YOUR CLOCK!"
"No! Wait! I want to explain!"

Jyndral
01-11-2005, 11:04 PM
The telephone jangled.

"I'll have to answer that blasted son of a gun, freaking telephone! Thanks for calling," complained Dr. Frazzle.

"Frazzle! Get your butt over here!" demanded Professor Potts.

"Why you insolent rat bastard, I already told you I'm too busy to do your laundry! Get a maid, you lazy maggot! Why do I even bother?"

He slammed the phone down and it rang again. He ignored it.

It rang again.

Something had to be done about that annoying Potts. Murder? Tickle-torture?

"I've got it!" Frazzle shouted, snatching furiously at the secret potion bottle with the intent of it disemboweling his pesky nemesis.

From the inside, it certainly looked like powerful stuff.

It was time to take action.

He drove to the edge of the professor's property and honked twice. Potts opened the window shaking his head. "It's about time. Did you bring the detergent?"

Detergent? Yeah.... Detergent!

"Of course I did, you stinking orc!" Frazzle thrust a rude gesture toward his ugly, helpless, demanding enemy. "How dare you give me the cleaning duties! I'm CLEANING YOUR CLOCK!"

"No! Wait! I want to explain!"

"You have two

YenadilPureheart
01-12-2005, 02:11 PM
The telephone jangled.

"I'll have to answer that blasted son of a gun, freaking telephone! Thanks for calling," complained Dr. Frazzle.

"Frazzle! Get your butt over here!" demanded Professor Potts.

"Why you insolent rat bastard, I already told you I'm too busy to do your laundry! Get a maid, you lazy maggot! Why do I even bother?"

He slammed the phone down and it rang again. He ignored it.

It rang again.

Something had to be done about that annoying Potts. Murder? Tickle-torture?

"I've got it!" Frazzle shouted, snatching furiously at the secret potion bottle with the intent of it disemboweling his pesky nemesis.

From the inside, it certainly looked like powerful stuff.

It was time to take action.

He drove to the edge of the professor's property and honked twice. Potts opened the window shaking his head. "It's about time. Did you bring the detergent?"

Detergent? Yeah.... Detergent!

"Of course I did, you stinking orc!" Frazzle thrust a rude gesture toward his ugly, helpless, demanding enemy. "How dare you give me the cleaning duties! I'm CLEANING YOUR CLOCK!"

"No! Wait! I want to explain!"

"You have two minutes before I

rhymegirl
01-12-2005, 08:28 PM
The telephone jangled.

"I'll have to answer that blasted son of a gun, freaking telephone! Thanks for calling," complained Dr. Frazzle.

"Frazzle! Get your butt over here!" demanded Professor Potts.

"Why you insolent rat bastard, I already told you I'm too busy to do your laundry! Get a maid, you lazy maggot! Why do I even bother?"

He slammed the phone down and it rang again. He ignored it.

It rang again.

Something had to be done about that annoying Potts. Murder? Tickle-torture?

"I've got it!" Frazzle shouted, snatching furiously at the secret potion bottle with the intent of it disemboweling his pesky nemesis.

From the inside, it certainly looked like powerful stuff.

It was time to take action.

He drove to the edge of the professor's property and honked twice. Potts opened the window shaking his head. "It's about time. Did you bring the detergent?"

Detergent? Yeah.... Detergent!

"Of course I did, you stinking orc!" Frazzle thrust a rude gesture toward his ugly, helpless, demanding enemy. "How dare you give me the cleaning duties! I'm CLEANING YOUR CLOCK!"

"No! Wait! I want to explain!"

"You have two minutes before I make you drink

Jyndral
01-15-2005, 01:01 AM
The telephone jangled.

"I'll have to answer that blasted son of a gun, freaking telephone! Thanks for calling," complained Dr. Frazzle.

"Frazzle! Get your butt over here!" demanded Professor Potts.

"Why you insolent rat bastard, I already told you I'm too busy to do your laundry! Get a maid, you lazy maggot! Why do I even bother?"

He slammed the phone down and it rang again. He ignored it.

It rang again.

Something had to be done about that annoying Potts. Murder? Tickle-torture?

"I've got it!" Frazzle shouted, snatching furiously at the secret potion bottle with the intent of it disemboweling his pesky nemesis.

From the inside, it certainly looked like powerful stuff.

It was time to take action.

He drove to the edge of the professor's property and honked twice. Potts opened the window shaking his head. "It's about time. Did you bring the detergent?"

Detergent? Yeah.... Detergent!

"Of course I did, you stinking orc!" Frazzle thrust a rude gesture toward his ugly, helpless, demanding enemy. "How dare you give me the cleaning duties! I'm CLEANING YOUR CLOCK!"

"No! Wait! I want to explain!"

"You have two minutes before I make you drink

what's in this

Betty W01
01-16-2005, 03:27 AM
The telephone jangled.

"I'll have to answer that blasted son of a gun, freaking telephone! Thanks for calling," complained Dr. Frazzle.

"Frazzle! Get your butt over here!" demanded Professor Potts.

"Why you insolent rat bastard, I already told you I'm too busy to do your laundry! Get a maid, you lazy maggot! Why do I even bother?"

He slammed the phone down and it rang again. He ignored it.

It rang again.

Something had to be done about that annoying Potts. Murder? Tickle-torture?

"I've got it!" Frazzle shouted, snatching furiously at the secret potion bottle with the intent of it disemboweling his pesky nemesis.

From the inside, it certainly looked like powerful stuff.

It was time to take action.

He drove to the edge of the professor's property and honked twice. Potts opened the window shaking his head. "It's about time. Did you bring the detergent?"

Detergent? Yeah.... Detergent!

"Of course I did, you stinking orc!" Frazzle thrust a rude gesture toward his ugly, helpless, demanding enemy. "How dare you give me the cleaning duties! I'm CLEANING YOUR CLOCK!"

"No! Wait! I want to explain!"

"You have two minutes before I make you drink

what's in this mop bucket over

rhymegirl
01-17-2005, 01:27 AM
The telephone jangled.

"I'll have to answer that blasted son of a gun, freaking telephone! Thanks for calling," complained Dr. Frazzle.

"Frazzle! Get your butt over here!" demanded Professor Potts.

"Why you insolent rat bastard, I already told you I'm too busy to do your laundry! Get a maid, you lazy maggot! Why do I even bother?"

He slammed the phone down and it rang again. He ignored it.

It rang again.

Something had to be done about that annoying Potts. Murder? Tickle-torture?

"I've got it!" Frazzle shouted, snatching furiously at the secret potion bottle with the intent of it disemboweling his pesky nemesis.

From the inside, it certainly looked like powerful stuff.

It was time to take action.

He drove to the edge of the professor's property and honked twice. Potts opened the window shaking his head. "It's about time. Did you bring the detergent?"

Detergent? Yeah.... Detergent!

"Of course I did, you stinking orc!" Frazzle thrust a rude gesture toward his ugly, helpless, demanding enemy. "How dare you give me the cleaning duties! I'm CLEANING YOUR CLOCK!"

"No! Wait! I want to explain!"

"You have two minutes before I make you drink

what's in this mop bucket over
your head," Frazzle

Maribel12
01-18-2005, 09:45 AM
"I'll have to answer that blasted son of a gun, freaking telephone! Thanks for calling," complained Dr. Frazzle.

"Frazzle! Get your butt over here!" demanded Professor Potts.

"Why you insolent rat bastard, I already told you I'm too busy to do your laundry! Get a maid, you lazy maggot! Why do I even bother?"

He slammed the phone down and it rang again. He ignored it.

It rang again.

Something had to be done about that annoying Potts. Murder? Tickle-torture?

"I've got it!" Frazzle shouted, snatching furiously at the secret potion bottle with the intent of it disemboweling his pesky nemesis.

From the inside, it certainly looked like powerful stuff.

It was time to take action.

He drove to the edge of the professor's property and honked twice. Potts opened the window shaking his head. "It's about time. Did you bring the detergent?"

Detergent? Yeah.... Detergent!

"Of course I did, you stinking orc!" Frazzle thrust a rude gesture toward his ugly, helpless, demanding enemy. "How dare you give me the cleaning duties! I'm CLEANING YOUR CLOCK!"

"No! Wait! I want to explain!"

"You have two minutes before I make you drink

what's in this mop bucket over
your head," Frazzle bellowed as he

neddyf
01-18-2005, 03:33 PM
"I'll have to answer that blasted son of a gun, freaking telephone! Thanks for calling," complained Dr. Frazzle.

"Frazzle! Get your butt over here!" demanded Professor Potts.

"Why you insolent rat bastard, I already told you I'm too busy to do your laundry! Get a maid, you lazy maggot! Why do I even bother?"

He slammed the phone down and it rang again. He ignored it.

It rang again.

Something had to be done about that annoying Potts. Murder? Tickle-torture?

"I've got it!" Frazzle shouted, snatching furiously at the secret potion bottle with the intent of it disemboweling his pesky nemesis.

From the inside, it certainly looked like powerful stuff.

It was time to take action.

He drove to the edge of the professor's property and honked twice. Potts opened the window shaking his head. "It's about time. Did you bring the detergent?"

Detergent? Yeah.... Detergent!

"Of course I did, you stinking orc!" Frazzle thrust a rude gesture toward his ugly, helpless, demanding enemy. "How dare you give me the cleaning duties! I'm CLEANING YOUR CLOCK!"

"No! Wait! I want to explain!"

"You have two minutes before I make you drink

what's in this mop bucket over your head," Frazzle bellowed as he glared at Potts.

rhymegirl
01-18-2005, 07:34 PM
The telephone jangled.

"I'll have to answer that blasted son of a gun, freaking telephone! Thanks for calling," complained Dr. Frazzle.

"Frazzle! Get your butt over here!" demanded Professor Potts.

"Why you insolent rat bastard, I already told you I'm too busy to do your laundry! Get a maid, you lazy maggot! Why do I even bother?"

He slammed the phone down and it rang again. He ignored it.

It rang again.

Something had to be done about that annoying Potts. Murder? Tickle-torture?

"I've got it!" Frazzle shouted, snatching furiously at the secret potion bottle with the intent of it disemboweling his pesky nemesis.

From the inside, it certainly looked like powerful stuff.

It was time to take action.

He drove to the edge of the professor's property and honked twice. Potts opened the window shaking his head. "It's about time. Did you bring the detergent?"

Detergent? Yeah.... Detergent!

"Of course I did, you stinking orc!" Frazzle thrust a rude gesture toward his ugly, helpless, demanding enemy. "How dare you give me the cleaning duties! I'm CLEANING YOUR CLOCK!"

"No! Wait! I want to explain!"

"You have two minutes before I make you drink what's in this mop bucket over your head," Frazzle bellowed as he glared at Potts.

"Oh my heart!"

Betty W01
01-18-2005, 11:47 PM
The telephone jangled.

"I'll have to answer that blasted son of a gun, freaking telephone! Thanks for calling," complained Dr. Frazzle.

"Frazzle! Get your butt over here!" demanded Professor Potts.

"Why you insolent rat bastard, I already told you I'm too busy to do your laundry! Get a maid, you lazy maggot! Why do I even bother?"

He slammed the phone down and it rang again. He ignored it.

It rang again.

Something had to be done about that annoying Potts. Murder? Tickle-torture?

"I've got it!" Frazzle shouted, snatching furiously at the secret potion bottle with the intent of it disemboweling his pesky nemesis.

From the inside, it certainly looked like powerful stuff.

It was time to take action.

He drove to the edge of the professor's property and honked twice. Potts opened the window shaking his head. "It's about time. Did you bring the detergent?"

Detergent? Yeah.... Detergent!

"Of course I did, you stinking orc!" Frazzle thrust a rude gesture toward his ugly, helpless, demanding enemy. "How dare you give me the cleaning duties! I'm CLEANING YOUR CLOCK!"

"No! Wait! I want to explain!"

"You have two minutes before I make you drink what's in this mop bucket over your head," Frazzle bellowed as he glared at Potts.

"Oh my heart!"

Potts slumped over

rhymegirl
01-19-2005, 01:12 AM
The telephone jangled.

"I'll have to answer that blasted son of a gun, freaking telephone! Thanks for calling," complained Dr. Frazzle.

"Frazzle! Get your butt over here!" demanded Professor Potts.

"Why you insolent rat bastard, I already told you I'm too busy to do your laundry! Get a maid, you lazy maggot! Why do I even bother?"

He slammed the phone down and it rang again. He ignored it.

It rang again.

Something had to be done about that annoying Potts. Murder? Tickle-torture?

"I've got it!" Frazzle shouted, snatching furiously at the secret potion bottle with the intent of it disemboweling his pesky nemesis.

From the inside, it certainly looked like powerful stuff.

It was time to take action.

He drove to the edge of the professor's property and honked twice. Potts opened the window shaking his head. "It's about time. Did you bring the detergent?"

Detergent? Yeah.... Detergent!

"Of course I did, you stinking orc!" Frazzle thrust a rude gesture toward his ugly, helpless, demanding enemy. "How dare you give me the cleaning duties! I'm CLEANING YOUR CLOCK!"

Potts shrieked like a little girl.

"No! Wait! I want to explain!"

"You have two minutes before I make you drink what's in this mop bucket over your head," Frazzle bellowed as he glared at Potts.

"Oh my heart!"

Potts slumped over with his eyes

Betty W01
01-19-2005, 01:17 AM
The telephone jangled.

"I'll have to answer that blasted son of a gun, freaking telephone! Thanks for calling," complained Dr. Frazzle.

"Frazzle! Get your butt over here!" demanded Professor Potts.

"Why you insolent rat bastard, I already told you I'm too busy to do your laundry! Get a maid, you lazy maggot! Why do I even bother?"

He slammed the phone down and it rang again. He ignored it.

It rang again.

Something had to be done about that annoying Potts. Murder? Tickle-torture?

"I've got it!" Frazzle shouted, snatching furiously at the secret potion bottle with the intent of it disemboweling his pesky nemesis.

From the inside, it certainly looked like powerful stuff.

It was time to take action.

He drove to the edge of the professor's property and honked twice. Potts opened the window shaking his head. "It's about time. Did you bring the detergent?"

Detergent? Yeah.... Detergent!

"Of course I did, you stinking orc!" Frazzle thrust a rude gesture toward his ugly, helpless, demanding enemy. "How dare you give me the cleaning duties! I'm CLEANING YOUR CLOCK!"

Potts shrieked like a little girl.

"No! Wait! I want to explain!"

"You have two minutes before I make you drink what's in this mop bucket over your head," Frazzle bellowed as he glared at Potts.

"Oh my heart!"

Potts slumped over with his eyes squeezed tightly shut

rhymegirl
01-21-2005, 02:30 AM
The telephone jangled.

"I'll have to answer that blasted son of a gun, freaking telephone! Thanks for calling," complained Dr. Frazzle.


"Frazzle! Get your butt over here!" demanded Professor Potts.

"Why you insolent rat bastard, I already told you I'm too busy to do your laundry! Get a maid, you lazy maggot! Why do I even bother?"

He slammed the phone down and it rang again. He ignored it.

It rang again.

Something had to be done about that annoying Potts. Murder? Tickle-torture?

"I've got it!" Frazzle shouted, snatching furiously at the secret potion bottle with the intent of it disemboweling his pesky nemesis.

From the inside, it certainly looked like powerful stuff.

It was time to take action.

He drove to the edge of the professor's property and honked twice. Potts opened the window shaking his head. "It's about time. Did you bring the detergent?"

Detergent? Yeah.... Detergent!

"Of course I did, you stinking orc!" Frazzle thrust a rude gesture toward his ugly, helpless, demanding enemy. "How dare you give me the cleaning duties! I'm CLEANING YOUR CLOCK!"

Potts shrieked like a little girl.

"No! Wait! I want to explain!"

"You have two minutes before I make you drink what's in this mop bucket over your head," Frazzle bellowed as he glared at Potts.

"Oh my heart!" Potts slumped over with his eyes squeezed tightly shut.

"Dead." Frazzle smiled.

neddyf
01-21-2005, 05:10 PM
The telephone jangled.

"I'll have to answer that blasted son of a gun, freaking telephone! Thanks for calling," complained Dr. Frazzle.


"Frazzle! Get your butt over here!" demanded Professor Potts.

"Why you insolent rat bastard, I already told you I'm too busy to do your laundry! Get a maid, you lazy maggot! Why do I even bother?"

He slammed the phone down and it rang again. He ignored it.

It rang again.

Something had to be done about that annoying Potts. Murder? Tickle-torture?

"I've got it!" Frazzle shouted, snatching furiously at the secret potion bottle with the intent of it disemboweling his pesky nemesis.

From the inside, it certainly looked like powerful stuff.

It was time to take action.

He drove to the edge of the professor's property and honked twice. Potts opened the window shaking his head. "It's about time. Did you bring the detergent?"

Detergent? Yeah.... Detergent!

"Of course I did, you stinking orc!" Frazzle thrust a rude gesture toward his ugly, helpless, demanding enemy. "How dare you give me the cleaning duties! I'm CLEANING YOUR CLOCK!"

Potts shrieked like a little girl.

"No! Wait! I want to explain!"

"You have two minutes before I make you drink what's in this mop bucket over your head," Frazzle bellowed as he glared at Potts.

"Oh my heart!" Potts slumped over with his eyes squeezed tightly shut.

"Dead." Frazzle smiled.

He hid the

rhymegirl
01-23-2005, 03:20 AM
The telephone jangled.

"I'll have to answer that blasted son of a gun, freaking telephone! Thanks for calling," complained Dr. Frazzle.

"Frazzle! Get your butt over here!" demanded Professor Potts.

"Why you insolent rat bastard, I already told you I'm too busy to do your laundry! Get a maid, you lazy maggot! Why do I even bother?"

He slammed the phone down and it rang again. He ignored it.

It rang again.

Something had to be done about that annoying Potts. Murder? Tickle-torture?

"I've got it!" Frazzle shouted, snatching furiously at the secret potion bottle with the intent of it disemboweling his pesky nemesis.

From the inside, it certainly looked like powerful stuff.

It was time to take action.

He drove to the edge of the professor's property and honked twice. Potts opened the window shaking his head. "It's about time. Did you bring the detergent?"

Detergent? Yeah.... Detergent!

"Of course I did, you stinking orc!" Frazzle thrust a rude gesture toward his ugly, helpless, demanding enemy. "How dare you give me the cleaning duties! I'm CLEANING YOUR CLOCK!"

Potts shrieked like a little girl.

"No! Wait! I want to explain!"

"You have two minutes before I make you drink what's in this mop bucket over your head," Frazzle bellowed as he glared at Potts.

"Oh my heart!" Potts slumped over with his eyes squeezed tightly shut.

"Dead." Frazzle smiled.

He hid the evidence and departed.

neddyf
01-24-2005, 03:43 AM
The telephone jangled.

"I'll have to answer that blasted son of a gun, freaking telephone! Thanks for calling," complained Dr. Frazzle.

"Frazzle! Get your butt over here!" demanded Professor Potts.

"Why you insolent rat bastard, I already told you I'm too busy to do your laundry! Get a maid, you lazy maggot! Why do I even bother?"

He slammed the phone down and it rang again. He ignored it.

It rang again.

Something had to be done about that annoying Potts. Murder? Tickle-torture?

"I've got it!" Frazzle shouted, snatching furiously at the secret potion bottle with the intent of it disemboweling his pesky nemesis.

From the inside, it certainly looked like powerful stuff.

It was time to take action.

He drove to the edge of the professor's property and honked twice. Potts opened the window shaking his head. "It's about time. Did you bring the detergent?"

Detergent? Yeah.... Detergent!

"Of course I did, you stinking orc!" Frazzle thrust a rude gesture toward his ugly, helpless, demanding enemy. "How dare you give me the cleaning duties! I'm CLEANING YOUR CLOCK!"

Potts shrieked like a little girl.

"No! Wait! I want to explain!"

"You have two minutes before I make you drink what's in this mop bucket over your head," Frazzle bellowed as he glared at Potts.

"Oh my heart!" Potts slumped over with his eyes squeezed tightly shut.

"Dead." Frazzle smiled.

He hid the evidence and departed.

He drove back

rhymegirl
01-24-2005, 04:50 AM
The telephone jangled.

"I'll have to answer that blasted son of a gun, freaking telephone! Thanks for calling," complained Dr. Frazzle.

"Frazzle! Get your butt over here!" demanded Professor Potts.

"Why you insolent rat bastard, I already told you I'm too busy to do your laundry! Get a maid, you lazy maggot! Why do I even bother?"

He slammed the phone down and it rang again. He ignored it.

It rang again.

Something had to be done about that annoying Potts. Murder? Tickle-torture?

"I've got it!" Frazzle shouted, snatching furiously at the secret potion bottle with the intent of it disemboweling his pesky nemesis.

From the inside, it certainly looked like powerful stuff.

It was time to take action.

He drove to the edge of the professor's property and honked twice. Potts opened the window shaking his head. "It's about time. Did you bring the detergent?"

Detergent? Yeah.... Detergent!

"Of course I did, you stinking orc!" Frazzle thrust a rude gesture toward his ugly, helpless, demanding enemy. "How dare you give me the cleaning duties! I'm CLEANING YOUR CLOCK!"

Potts shrieked like a little girl.

"No! Wait! I want to explain!"

"You have two minutes before I make you drink what's in this mop bucket over your head," Frazzle bellowed as he glared at Potts.

"Oh my heart!" Potts slumped over with his eyes squeezed tightly shut.

"Dead." Frazzle smiled.

He hid the evidence and departed.

He drove back to his lab

rhymegirl
01-27-2005, 07:09 AM
The telephone jangled.

"I'll have to answer that blasted son of a gun, freaking telephone! Thanks for calling," complained Dr. Frazzle.

"Frazzle! Get your butt over here!" demanded Professor Potts.

"Why you insolent rat bastard, I already told you I'm too busy to do your laundry! Get a maid, you lazy maggot! Why do I even bother?"

He slammed the phone down and it rang again. He ignored it.

It rang again.

Something had to be done about that annoying Potts. Murder? Tickle-torture?

"I've got it!" Frazzle shouted, snatching furiously at the secret potion bottle with the intent of it disemboweling his pesky nemesis.

From the inside, it certainly looked like powerful stuff.

It was time to take action.

He drove to the edge of the professor's property and honked twice. Potts opened the window shaking his head. "It's about time. Did you bring the detergent?"

Detergent? Yeah.... Detergent!

"Of course I did, you stinking orc!" Frazzle thrust a rude gesture toward his ugly, helpless, demanding enemy. "How dare you give me the cleaning duties! I'm CLEANING YOUR CLOCK!"

Potts shrieked like a little girl.

"No! Wait! I want to explain!"

"You have two minutes before I make you drink what's in this mop bucket over your head," Frazzle bellowed as he glared at Potts.

"Oh my heart!" Potts slumped over with his eyes squeezed tightly shut.

"Dead." Frazzle smiled.

He hid the evidence and departed.

He drove back to his lab.

"Farewell to Potts!"

THE END

Vipersniper
03-14-2005, 10:54 PM
:banana: Something had to be done

about mom calling.