The Beginning: When Harv Met Vera - Page 25

GeoffC · 10-15-2009, 03:30 PM

it's all in the tentacles .... (multi-tasking by proxy)

pshrynk · 10-21-2009, 12:22 PM

Vera wriggled her hands in the ropes that bound her. They were fairly well tied, but the assailant had failed to figure in his victim being double jointed. Shifting a bit one way, then another, she worked her arms out from behind her back to in front. She then attacked the ropes with her teeth. Someone was going to regret getting up that morning. Possibly even being born altogether.

The truck bounced down the road to whatever destination it was headed.

In front of the Ice Plant, Harv was trying to get his head around the idea of a talking dog. "So, you just woke up one day and could talk?"

"Sort of. I was tied to a lab bench, if that's helpful."

"But you could talk?"

"Listen, pretty boy, I woke up and I could talk. There weren't any alarms going off. No lightning bolts. No manaical laughter. No deformed assistant. Wait, I tell a lie! The assistant was rather goofy looking, come to think of it. And there was Dr Montsnmags, looking all proud of himself. A simple story, when you think about it." Vivaldi wondered at the fact that that had been his longest speech in his life to date. He was really getting the hang of this communication thing.

"But you can talk."

"And I can also bite you where you mean it! Could you let me off this leash? I'm thirsty!"

Harv reached down and absently skritched Vivaldi behind the ears. A piece of bacon from his breakfast fell out of his shirt pocket. He undid the clasp on the leash, muttering, "Having someone on a leash is a terrible thing."

Vivaldi, who had been poised to, essentially, rabbit off, was struck by the situation. Bacon. Skritch. Anti-leash. Human. He was suddenly aware of being "owned." The curse of all dogdom. "Bugger!"

Steven Lyle Jordan · 10-21-2009, 12:36 PM

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Originally Posted by pshrynk

Vivaldi, who had been poised to, essentially, rabbit off, was struck by the situation. Bacon. Skritch. Anti-leash. Human. He was suddenly aware of being "owned." The curse of all dogdom. "Bugger!"

Sounds like the curse of all groomdom to me...

kennyc · 10-21-2009, 12:41 PM

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Originally Posted by Steve Jordan

Sounds like the curse of all groomdom to me...

+ + +

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badgoodDeb · 10-21-2009, 01:44 PM

Does bacon work on you guys? I'll have to try that.....

Greg Anos · 10-21-2009, 01:51 PM

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Originally Posted by badgoodDeb

Does bacon work on you guys? I'll have to try that.....

You're up against big-league pitchin' at my age. Or to quote H.L. Mencken

"Bachelors know more about women that married men, or they'd be married, too"

Good huntin'... Red

zelda_pinwheel · 10-21-2009, 03:49 PM

no lightning bolts ? i'm almost disappointed.

GeoffC · 10-21-2009, 03:51 PM

What ! no jellied eels .....

LazyScot · 10-21-2009, 05:22 PM

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Originally Posted by badgoodDeb

Does bacon work on you guys? I'll have to try that.....

I'd stick with the old stand-by, bacin'......

ShortNCuddlyAm · 10-21-2009, 06:19 PM

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"Listen, pretty boy, I woke up and I could talk. There weren't any alarms going off. No lightning bolts. No manaical laughter. No deformed assistant. Wait, I tell a lie! The assistant was rather goofy looking, come to think of it. And there was Dr Montsnmags, looking all proud of himself. A simple story, when you think about it." Vivaldi wondered at the fact that that had been his longest speech in his life to date. He was really getting the hang of this communication thing.

"But you can talk."

badgoodDeb · 10-21-2009, 06:23 PM

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Originally Posted by LazyScot

I'd stick with the old stand-by, bacin'......

Bakin' ? (as in chocolate chip cookies, pot roasts, etc?)

Greg Anos · 10-21-2009, 07:39 PM

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Originally Posted by badgoodDeb

Bakin' ? (as in chocolate chip cookies, pot roasts, etc?)

That's right. The way to a man's heart is through his stomach....and up!

(Open you oven, you're bakin' my heart! Bad song quoted by Red.)

pshrynk · 10-23-2009, 10:48 AM

Dr Montsnmags looked at himself in the mirror and liked what he saw. The topcoat was slightly out of date, lending an air of eccentricity. The vest was bulging in that, I'm a prosperous sort of guy, way. The small pink rose bud in his lapel was perfectly stationed. The beanie with the propellor was placed at a jaunty angle on his head. Yes, this image bespoke a man who was ready to get completely fleeced in a game of poker.

"Where is... our lovely compatriot?" he asked Slick.

"She went out to walk the dog." Slick was dressd for the part, as well, sporting an actual pair of coveralls and plaid shirt.

"How long... ago?"

"About three hours."

"Hmm. The... dog did not seem to have that large... a bladder."

"Maybe he was talking too much to get the business done?"

"No... I think... not. We have three... hours. Let... us go forth and see what we can see. Shall... we?"

The "Doctor" and Slick walked out the front door of the inn, which was labelled "Chez Pompette."

"I like... that name," muttered Dr Montsnmags as they passed the sign.

ShortNCuddlyAm · 10-23-2009, 11:33 AM

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Originally Posted by pshrynk

The beanie with the propellor was placed at a jaunty angle on his head.

Although I did read head as beard first of all...

kennyc · 10-23-2009, 11:54 AM

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Originally Posted by ShortNCuddlyAm

Although I did read head as beard first of all...

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10-15-2009, 03:30 PM	#361
GeoffC Chocolate Grasshopper ... Posts: 27,599 Karma: 20821184 Join Date: Mar 2008 Location: Scotland Device: Muse HD , Cybook Gen3 , Pocketbook 302 (Black) , Nexus 10: wife has PW	it's all in the tentacles .... (multi-tasking by proxy)

10-21-2009, 12:22 PM	#362
pshrynk Beepbeep n beebeep, yeah! Posts: 11,726 Karma: 8255450 Join Date: Apr 2008 Location: La Crosse, Wisconsin, aka America's IceBox Device: iThingie, KmkII, I miss Zelda!	Vera wriggled her hands in the ropes that bound her. They were fairly well tied, but the assailant had failed to figure in his victim being double jointed. Shifting a bit one way, then another, she worked her arms out from behind her back to in front. She then attacked the ropes with her teeth. Someone was going to regret getting up that morning. Possibly even being born altogether. The truck bounced down the road to whatever destination it was headed. In front of the Ice Plant, Harv was trying to get his head around the idea of a talking dog. "So, you just woke up one day and could talk?" "Sort of. I was tied to a lab bench, if that's helpful." "But you could talk?" "Listen, pretty boy, I woke up and I could talk. There weren't any alarms going off. No lightning bolts. No manaical laughter. No deformed assistant. Wait, I tell a lie! The assistant was rather goofy looking, come to think of it. And there was Dr Montsnmags, looking all proud of himself. A simple story, when you think about it." Vivaldi wondered at the fact that that had been his longest speech in his life to date. He was really getting the hang of this communication thing. "But you can talk." "And I can also bite you where you mean it! Could you let me off this leash? I'm thirsty!" Harv reached down and absently skritched Vivaldi behind the ears. A piece of bacon from his breakfast fell out of his shirt pocket. He undid the clasp on the leash, muttering, "Having someone on a leash is a terrible thing." Vivaldi, who had been poised to, essentially, rabbit off, was struck by the situation. Bacon. Skritch. Anti-leash. Human. He was suddenly aware of being "owned." The curse of all dogdom. "Bugger!"

10-21-2009, 01:44 PM	#365
badgoodDeb Grand Sorcerer Posts: 8,551 Karma: 64462893 Join Date: Jan 2008 Location: Harrisburg outskirts Device: Palms, K1-4s, iPads, iPhones, KV, KO1	Does bacon work on you guys? I'll have to try that.....

10-21-2009, 03:49 PM	#367
zelda_pinwheel zeldinha zippy zeldissima Posts: 27,827 Karma: 921169 Join Date: Dec 2007 Location: Paris, France Device: eb1150 & is that a nook in her pocket, or she just happy to see you?	no lightning bolts ? i'm almost disappointed.

10-21-2009, 03:51 PM	#368
GeoffC Chocolate Grasshopper ... Posts: 27,599 Karma: 20821184 Join Date: Mar 2008 Location: Scotland Device: Muse HD , Cybook Gen3 , Pocketbook 302 (Black) , Nexus 10: wife has PW	What ! no jellied eels .....

10-23-2009, 10:48 AM	#373
pshrynk Beepbeep n beebeep, yeah! Posts: 11,726 Karma: 8255450 Join Date: Apr 2008 Location: La Crosse, Wisconsin, aka America's IceBox Device: iThingie, KmkII, I miss Zelda!	Dr Montsnmags looked at himself in the mirror and liked what he saw. The topcoat was slightly out of date, lending an air of eccentricity. The vest was bulging in that, I'm a prosperous sort of guy, way. The small pink rose bud in his lapel was perfectly stationed. The beanie with the propellor was placed at a jaunty angle on his head. Yes, this image bespoke a man who was ready to get completely fleeced in a game of poker. "Where is... our lovely compatriot?" he asked Slick. "She went out to walk the dog." Slick was dressd for the part, as well, sporting an actual pair of coveralls and plaid shirt. "How long... ago?" "About three hours." "Hmm. The... dog did not seem to have that large... a bladder." "Maybe he was talking too much to get the business done?" "No... I think... not. We have three... hours. Let... us go forth and see what we can see. Shall... we?" The "Doctor" and Slick walked out the front door of the inn, which was labelled "Chez Pompette." "I like... that name," muttered Dr Montsnmags as they passed the sign.