Help! I've been posessed by a vampire fruit bat!!!

[The Masked Road Runner <kacoe@xxxxxxx>]

"But,"

"No"

"But, look at it, Tara. It's so helpless and," The girl smiled evilly
while stroking the creatures back. "And it's been so long since we had
a pet. Not since Spike had that unfortunate accident with the blender
and whipped cream. . ."

"How was I supposed to know he could fit that in there?" The blonde
looked annoyed. "You're blaming me for that. Aren't you?" She shook
her head. "Besides, it didn't look *that* big to begin with." She
added quietly as an after thought.

"Well," Willow grinned innocently. "It was you who gave him that weird
need for whipped cream all the time."

Tara smirked. "Yeah. And who was he licking it off of?" Willow
remained silent and pouted. "I thought so." She shook her head. "And
where exactly are we going to keep it?"

"In the tub!" The redhead bounced up and down excitedly.

Tara walked over to where her lover was standing. The creature in her
hands was, she had to admit, kind of cute in a twisted really odd sort
of way. She half-smiled and reached out to pet it. Only to get her
finger practically taken off for all her trouble. "Hey!! Watch it with
those things!!"

Willow grinned widely. "See? You've upset her. Serves you right."
She huffed.

"It nearly took my finger off! If we're keeping it then it has to get
declawed or something."

"Well. . ." Willow thought for a few moments. "Okay. But we do it
right this time. Meaning we're not gonna use the hammer. It's just too
messy." She wrinkled up her nose.

The girls walked away towards their lair, but Tara stopped suddenly and
turned to Willow with a perplexed look on her face. "So, what are we
gonna name it?"

The redhead shrugged. "I'm not sure. I don't think they make a name
book for this sort of thing. I mean, "The top 1000 favorite names for
pet lobsters" isn't really a title I've ever seen on the shelves of
*any* book store."

"If it bites me again. . .can we eat it?" Tara grinned mischieviously.

Willow continued to stroke the creatures shell while she bent down and
whispered to it. "You'd like that, wouldn't you? You lusty little
lobster you."

If anyone looked close enough, and knew exactly what they were looking
for, they could see an evil glint in the crustatian's eye and a big
toothy grin plastered across it's face. Which, in and of itself, is a
very odd sight considering that lobsters really don't have teeth, or
smile muscles to speak of. . . .

::shrug::

--
~~Kimber

"Lisa's Personal-Pit Pet" *eg*
The masked Road Runner
a.k.a. The Light Lobster
Tourist number 2
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