Re: Anne-Lise's Snippets (Edition 14)

[Mad-Hamlet@xxxxxxx]

Greetings,
Wh-hoa!
Whatever that pain medication is, someone just hit critical mass!

Now I'm all jealous!
Chortling like a fiend, but still jealous.

Course you missed the...

The Reaper lurched onto the stage with scythe in hand. Twirling it 
like a bandance. The blade accidently lopped of the head of a groupie 
who got a little too close. 

Buffybot did nothing.

"Hey!" Buffy objected, wasn't there something about protecting the 
innocent in your programing?"

"She wasn't innocent." Death called out over his shoulder still 
grooving to the beat. "She poked holes in her best friends condoms 
'cause they couldn't decide who was cuter, N'Sync, or Backstreet 
Boys."

"Oh God." Buffy groaned holding her head in her hands. "Won't they 
ever die?"

"About three hundred and twenty days from now." Death shot. "In a 
strangly sympathitic way in fact. Their personal lear jets will colide 
over the atlantic ocean. Rescue efforts will be called off because the 
Admiral will have a stubbed toe."

"Uh..." Willow blinked a few times.

"Rightious!" Buffy-Bot cried.

"Dude!" Willow-Bot echoed.

"Kiss me!" Buffy-Bot cried.

"Kay!" Willow-Bot responded.

Their resutant embrace rattled the teeth of everyone in the audiance. 
It sounded like a car crusher biting down on fifteen tons of aluminum 
foil stuffed with Pop-Rocks.

One of Station's..halves..who happened to be in between the two 
machines didn't even have time to squeak.

"No worries, he's already dead." Death called. "YOU MIGHT BE A KING OR 
A LITTLE STREET SWEEPER, BUT SOONER OR LATER BABY, YOU'LL DANCE WITH 
THE REAPER!"

Buffy started to cry.
Willow consoled her.

"Dude." Buffy sobbed. "Hands in new places."
"Most truimphant." Willow nodded.