He's Not Heavy - the 91/Damie edition

[T-Rex91]

Apr 21, 2010 15:43:12 GMT -5 Det. Van Goren said:

*Det. Van Goren comes into room*

Det. Van Goren: Dam... DamieQue - did I say that right? DamieQue? *Opens bulging folder* there's uh... (pause) there's a lot of evidence here in this folder *leafs through a few hundred pages* Alot of evidence of alot of crime, and I think the person responsible for it (pause) well, they could expect a lot of jail time.

Damie: We don't know what you're talking about *glares at 91 to send his message*
Det Van Goren: Don't know what I'm talking about (pause) that's interesting

(pause)

Det Van Goren: Is that - (pause) is that your plan?
Damie: We don't need a plan
Det Van Goren: You keep saying "we" - you did it just a second ago and you're doing it now (pause) interesting
Damie: There's nothing interesting about it
Det Van Goren: Well it's just that I never mentioned that she was in trouble...

...I came to you, and I - spoke to... you. You Damie. Remember how I was pronouncing your name... But you keep saying "we"
Damie: We got arrested at the same time so I thought that
Det Van Goren: that what? That you were being charged with the same charges?
*Damie sits silently afraid to be trapped in Det. Van Goren's all knowing police detective theorizing*
I would think you'd be more protective of your sister

*Damie gives crazed look, and 91 looks up stupified as well*

Det Van Goren: Oh... you didn't... you didn't know that did you. Yes... yes... see in these documents *flips through pages* ah yes there it is... when we thought... you were dead we had to notify next of kin. It took a little bit of doing by we eventually pieced together that you... are

in fact...

brother and sister...

...(pause) I hope you all didn't do anything... that you might regret while on your eh... vacation

*Damie and 91 both demand to see the papers proving this*
Damie: That can't be
91: That's not true... it can't be - show me the paper
Det Van Goren: Oh it's true... it's all true... no reason for me to lie

...and it's also true that somebody is going to jail. (Pause) Anyway sorry for the impromptu visit... we'll talk more stateside right? *chuckles* right.

*Det Van Goren leaves whispering to the guard*
I've shaken them up pretty good, they should be ready to talk by the time they get back on Hazerville soil. Keep an eye on them... and don't let them sleep much. Want to make sure they worn down when I talk with them again.

*91 and Damie stare at each other, not believing what they've just heard*

91: There's no effing way. He's just trying to rattle us.

Damie: Yeah. You're right. I don't have a sister. I'm an only child.

91: I had a brother once but he died. It's just not possible. You couldn't be..........

*91 rushes Damie and rips his shirt off*

Damie: damn woman, now is not the time! Is this some kind of stress response cause it's hot as hayle. Maybe we can pick this up a little later when we're freed......................

*91 grabs Damie and spins him around. She sees the tell tale scars on his back and knows that what Goren said is true. She backs away and slumps in the corner.*

91: *whispers and points* How did you get those scars?

Damie: I had emergency surgery when I was little. Almost died apparently. Folks don't talk much about it.

91: You got them when you were 2. You were stabbed repeatedly with a kitchen knife but your parents told you it was a playground accident.

Damie: Wait...how do you know that???

91: *hesitates* I know.........I know because I'm the one who stabbed you.

Damie: Aw hayle naw!!!!! What are you saying? Why would my parents have lied to me?

91: Because they covered the whole thing up. I was your big sister. They didn't know that I had resented you from the time they brought you home. Damie, Damie, Damie.....i just couldn't take it. That day you just wouldn't leave me alone. I couldn't take it anymore. I snapped........ *cries*

I was taken away and never saw you again. I spent some time in foster care before reinventing myself.......as 91.

Damie, I'm so sorry...............

Damie: GUARD! GUARD!!!! Get me the hayle out of here!

*91 tries to console Damie but he pushes her away*

Damie: I don't know what y'all are trying to pull but I refuse to believe any of this.

91: When you were little, you had a favorite toy, a little dog sewn out of Crown Royal bags. One eye was missing. Do you remember that???

*Damie goes to the door and yells louder for the guard*

91: I gave you that. You know this is true Damie. Fate has brought us together again. We have to work together to find a way out of this. I'll protect you now since I didn't then. Please Damie, you've got to trust me......

[Chal™]

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ooh, goodie!!!

but, dang!! you stabbed him??? hehehehe

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[Julie Art]

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ROTFL! Hilarious, especially that dog made out of a Crown Royal bag!

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[DamieQue™]

Damie: Protect me now? Where is all this tea bagger craziness coming fr - you know what? Guard! Let me the hell up out of here
91: Damie listen
Damie: I want asylum
91: Damie
Damie: diplomatic immunity
91: Damie!!! Listen to me.
Damie: get me Jesse AND Al
91: DAMIE!
*Damie pauses in his rant and looks over at 91*
91: I know you're frightened
Damie: shi - I ain't neva scurred
91: It's ok... I'm going to make things right

*Guard finally arrives at the door*

Guard: Alright Angelina and James, time to fly the coop
Damie: *mumbles* yeah whatever flashlight cop
Guard: What? Say it louder if you bad
Damie: I said you a fake a$$ S1W... you ain't been getting a steady pay check since Public Enemy's last album
*Guard opens cell door and takes out billy club*
Guard: Tell you what - you play wall street and I'll be the gubment, and watch me go Big Bank Bailout all upside your head with this billy club
91 *intervening*: Guard where you taking us?
*Guard and Damie continue to stare each other down. 91 repeats*
91: Guard where you taking us?
Guard: you're being prepped for extradition
91: Do we get to make a phone call?
Guard: You do... but Captain Jacka$$ gets to stay in his cell until I'm feeling more generous
Damie: But at least I'm a captain, how long were you working "fries" before they gave you this gig?
91: Damie - please let's just stop, I'll make my call and we'll go from there
Guard: You better get you boy... he don't want nothing up in here
Damie: Niccuh nobody wants nothing up in here. You work in a dungeon on the Fake Me out Shift at B!tch Nigga Security Services.
*Guard begins wacking Damie furiosly with Club and Damie falls to the ground*
Damie: Police Brutality! Gitmo! Abu Grahib! LAPD!
*91 intervenes and deftly applies an exotic reverse wrist lock that instantly immobilizes the Guard*
91: Mr. Guard, don't you think it's best that I made my phone call now?
*The Guard is in excrutiating pain, and instantly agrees* - yes, yes phone call, just let me go


*91 releases her hold, and the Guard tries to regroup. His whole left side is slightly paralyzed. He still shoots Damie a mean look before escorting 91 out. Damie is befuddled. He knew the fight they did at her house was just a show for the cameras, but her Kung fu...

...it was never that strong before. How did she do that? 91 returns a half an hour later looking strangely pleased holding a portfolio*

91: Everything is set
Damie: What do you mean?
91: I mean - "everything - is - set"
Damie: Oh what I'm supposed to believe you were able to get this fixed with phone call?
91: No, it wasn't me... I was actually trying to contact my e-attorney but the call was re-directed
Damie: Re-directed? By whom? To whom?
91: Probably the same person... Phire
*Damie throws up hands in exaspperation*: Oh really Phire? Phirechyld? Phillip Riley Rotheschyld - that's who intervened?
*91 confused*: yes... what's the problem?
Damie: You mean aside from the dude basically being e-dead nothing? Hey who gets the assist for the intervention? Kaos or Akbar Jones? I mean they're probably e-dead too - but why shouldn't they join in on the fun too. *shakes head*
*91 angered*: Damie I don't know what your problem is... but Phire isn't e-dead. He's alive and well. And he's intervened on our behalf
Damie: How did you ever get so far in business being so gullible? Do you actually believe what you're saying? You actually believe that someone has magically returned from the e-dead JUST in time to intervene on our behalf?
91: It seemed a bit convenient but the arrangments have been made. We're not on a prisoner transport
Damie: Let me guess... we're on a one engine Cesna chartered by someone who we can't identify - 91 it's a damn hit. It's Chal coming after us. How can you not see that coming?
91: No it's not. It's a jet first of all, and it's charted by people I know. And the investigation into our insurance fraud is being dropped
Damie: Says who? The Ghost of Phire Christmas past? 91... it... is... a... hit. They are bringing us back to Hazerville soil where they can "touch" us. Phire has been gone for years - he isn't
*91 stops Damie mid sentence and opens the portfolio showing a picture of Phire holding a conversation with Juicy in the driveway of his house and Juicy carrying a Casserole*
Damie: That - that' can't be. The photo must be doctored.
91: He's alive Damie... look at the time stamp of the photo... better yet - look at Juicy. See the kids in the background in the car? You can't fake that D. It's him. He's alive.
*Damie realizes it's all real, Phire's alive, and he and 91's escape*: Did he give us any contact info?
91: Left us his card
*Damie takes card as they head for air transport*: Let me borrow your phone 91.
*Takes phone and tries to send text to Phire. He can't make out the numbers well after being in the dark for so long. And they're in a rush anyway, they need to lift off and they need to turn off electornics. Damie hurriedly sends off text and buckles into seat*

Meanwhile in Hazerville the text is received.

Phire,

Thanks for getting me and 91 off the hook. I owe you one for this. We'll see you soon.

~Damie
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*Queen looks at her phone wondering is this a joke*

[T-Rex91]

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D have I told you today how STOOPID you are? LMAO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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[T-Rex91]

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and LOL at 91 and Damie being back from the e-dead questioning Phire being back from the e-dead!
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[Julie Art]

ROTFLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLL!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Wait, look at all the kids in the car, lolololololol!

[Chal™]

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OMG OMG OMG OMG OMG!!! I am falling in love with this plot.

But why I gotta be after yall, though? What up with that? lol

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[DamieQue™]

Apr 27, 2010 14:55:33 GMT -5 Chal™ said:

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OMG OMG OMG OMG OMG!!! I am falling in love with this plot.

But why I gotta be after yall, though? What up with that? lol

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LOL. Really I'm just giving you an angle to write yourself in or out. Same with Queen. That's how some of the best games work. You either set up a couple of possible scenarios, and then let people decide if and how they want to interact - or - you collab in PMs on an agreed to storyline.
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[Julie Art]

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Because you are Queen of the e-underworld, lol!

I'm just waiting to see how me and my 784579487594875 e-kids will play into this, lol!

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[DamieQue™]

*91 and Damie arrive back state side and quietly exit the airplane*

Damie: ok you said it was all set - now where to?
91: In the portfolio it said there would be a car waiting for us
*Limo drives up to pick them up. Damie believes he sees shadowy figures observing them from the distance*
Damie: Get your head down *shoves 91 into car*
91: What are you doing?
Damie: Driver, Drive!
*Driver pulls off hurriedly*
91: What's going on?
Damie: I thought I saw something...
91: Saw something?
Damie: Saw someone... saw people... on the Tower. Maybe they're just security. I don't know. *looks out back through window*
91: Damie relax. I know you're on edge but no one knows we're e-alive, and they certainly don't know we're back
Damie: Driver - where are we headed?
Driver: to a remote location sir, on the outskirts of town. I'm not at liberty to say more. My employer has asked that we keep details at a minimum.
Damie: How long will it be?
Driver: Quite some time sir, I've been instructed to avoid all major thoroughfares and intersections. We'll be taking the scenic route
Damie: ok... *turns to 91* since we have time on our hands, explain what happened back in the cell?

[T-Rex91]

91: Explain? But I told you........

Damie: Yeah, mentioning that you tried to kill me and that Mr Floppy was made from your own private stash doesn't really cover it. You at least owe me the truth.

91: But I told the troot......

Damie: You MJ's doctor now? Stop stalling and start 'splainin.

91: *sighs* OK, what do you want to know? *hits privact screen isolating Damie and 91 in the back of the limo*

[DamieQue™]

*The driver finally pulls into a private retreat in a secluded wooded area*: You'll be staying here
Damie: *steps out of the car* where are we? *To Driver* are we even in Hazerville?
Driver: Not at liberty to say sir

*A concierge appears at the gateway*: Please follow me



*Damie and 91 round the corner and see the house*


91: this is the safe house?
Concy: Ma'am I assure you it is well protected and completely under the radar
91: It's not that... it looks a little... common
Concy: *confused* if you're concerned about amenities it's fully furnished, internet, cable...
91: this house - it is beneath me... I don't know if I can stay here
Damie: Niccuh you just came from a "jail" cell how is this NOT good enough for you?
91: It's this thing called "standards" Damie... you should look into getting some
Damie: How about I standarize a butt whooping for you?
Concy: Please, we really have to get inside. We can try to find alternate arrangements later but for now we have to get out of the open.

91 begrudgingly walks in evil eyeing Damie and immediately looks for the most upscale of the bedrooms and claims it for her own. This one's mine Damie. You can claim the other one, it probably doesn't require standards...
Damie: Yeah whatever. *turning to concierge* so now what?
Concy: Now you wait for our employer to return. If you need anything just contact me on the land line.
Damie sighs... and the concierge leaves.

*Damie listens to the sound of 91 still complaining in her room and waits until it falls silent. As she dozes off he takes out her cell phone, which he had from earlier and begins searching*

[T-Rex91]

*91 reads the papers that have been left in the master suite and tries to catch up on current events. She sees 94's pic exiting the police station and learns of the rape charges*

91: Oh no! This can't be. She cannot be here. How could he let her come?? I've gotta get to her and diffuse this before she blows everything. I've gotta call Michel......... *looks around for her phone* Where the hayle is it?? I'm sure I got it back when we deplaned.

*91 heads into the common area and sees Damie furiously trying to disarm the lock on her phone*

91: *Glares at Damie as she snatches phone* You wanna explain what you're doing?

Damie: I'm getting me some answers 91. You drop all this family ish on me and then offer no further details? You wouldn't give me answers, I decided to find some on my own. Besides, i feel like there's still some ish you're not telling me.

91: Nothing.....I've told you everythi......

Damie: Boolshyt! You either start talking or you're going to make me get rough....

91: Damie, I.........

*Damie goes to the fridge and returns with a generic brand of bologna and some gubment cheese*

Damie: So help me God, I'll stuff this down your throat if you don't tell me the truth....

91: You wouldn't....

Damie: I wouldn't??? *Takes a bite of the bologna as 91 gags and turns away. He chases her down and catches her, holding the ghastly items inches from her face. The red rind touches her skin and she jumps as if she's been tazed*

91: NOOOOOOOOOOOO! OK, I'll tell you! Just keep that stuff away from me!

Damie: *takes another bite of the bologna while 91 washes her face vigorously* OK, get to talkin....

[Julie Art]

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LMBO!


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[DamieQue™]

*91 comes out still washing her face with astringent*: Look Damie, I'll explain. I'm sorry I lied in the car but I didn't know if I could trust you, and truthfully, I don't even know if I can trust you now.
Damie: Trust me now? What do you mean?
91: Damie I have an e-daughter. And she's hear, and she's in terrible danger. And I have to go save her *91 dips back into the master bedroom still talking and rummaging around*. I'd like to say I could do this alone but I need your help.
Damie: Help to do what? What are you going to do?
91: I'm going to get my daughter *She steps outside of the room*



















*Damie pauses*: Really?
91: What?
Damie: No I'm just sayin... you're actually serious with this
91: With what?
Damie: With this *gestures at outfit* I mean you're actually wearing this
91: Yeah I'm wearing it
Damie: And you're serious
91: Yes... it's a crime fighter's outfit, I'm fighting crime
Damie: Yeah I'm just saying...
91: What?
Damie: I mean you came out with the dramatic pose and everything... I just...
91: What you were expecting something different?
Damie: No... I don't know I just thought maybe... thought maybe you were playing
91: When have you even known me to play about this?
Damie: I've never known you to be serious about it
91: Well I was
Damie: Seriously?
91: Every single time
Damie: Really?
91: Yes...
Damie: Cause I'll be honest I thought about laughing
91: That actually hurts a little bit
Damie: I don't mean any harm I'm just saying
91: This is something near and dear to me
Damie: I see I know... I
91: What?
Damie: I have a question
91: What?
Damie: So even at the house with the staged karate and fake e-death and what not? You were serious?
91: Serious
Damie: And you're not just playing with me now... you mean it
91: Yes... you know it still kinda feels like you're judging me
Damie: I'm not
91: I hear you but I'm saying it feels like you are
Damie: I answered honestly... I mean look at you... you're still doing the pose



91: What do you mean?
Damie: You came out the bedroom and you've been standing there like an action figure ever since. You're not even looking to me as you talk.
91: You exaggerate.
Damie: Shawty you got your shoulders back staring vacantly into the distance, holding a a bunch of rave glow sticks glued together end to end ... is that's supposed to be your lasso of truth or something?
91: It adds flare
Damie: It adds questions
91: You're definitely judging now
Damie: ok I'm sorry
91: Look Damie are you going to help me or not?
*Damie hesitates*
91: Fine I'll go by myself *91 begins to storm off*
Damie: (pause) wait I'll help you, I'll help you. But we can't be recognized in public. If we're going to do something, we have to disguise ourselves. You have to take off the Wonder Woman suit.
91: But
Damie: No buts, it would draw too much attention, plus you're supposed to be e-dead... we have to go at this reasonably. Find out where she might be, and I'll take care of the travel arrangements.
91: Okay

[T-Rex91]

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You suck......that is all
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91: Okay. But I need you to do one more thing for me.

Damie: What? Because I really think not releasing pics of this to the paparazzi is already above and beyond what I normally would.....

*91 dashes into the bedroom and Damie hears her rummaging around*

91: Just a sec!!

Damie: *mumbles under his breath* Man, I knew 91 was into role play but this is ridi.... *looks up and sees 91 in the doorway. She's still dressed as Wonder Woman but is holding something in her outstretched hands*






Damie: Aw hayle no! 91!

91: Wait....just hear me out...

Damie: You are crazy!

91: But we're a team right? just try it on...

Damie: 91, if you don't get that away from me right now, I swear....

91: But look, it has pecs and abs already drawn on......and it's slimming too. I think it's a 30% lycra. I think if you just gave it a try.

Damie: Didn't I saw we needed to disguise ourselves???

91: *holds up mask* But it has......

Damie: I'm not wearing that ballbuster and you aren't wearing the WW suit. Get over it! Can you please be serious?

91: But I told you I was serious......

Damie: *exasperated*

91: I feel like you're judging me again

Damie: I AM 91! I AM!

91: *cries*

Damie: *more exasperated* 91 I don't have time for this. We need a plan....pereferably one that doesn't involve an invisible jet.

91: *through the tears* Judged AND mocked Damie!

Damie: *realizes this is going nowhere* OK, OK, I'll wear it. But not the mask and or the gloves or the boots.

91: But the accessories really complete the outf.....

Damie: It's this or nothing 91. And we still need a disguise because there's no way I'm going out like this.

91: Well if you just wore the mask no one would recog...... *Damie gives her a look at stops her in mid-sentence* No mask huh? *shrugs shoulders and hands body suit to Damie. He emerges from the guest room a few minutes later in a 3 sizes too small superhero costume (imagine capri length and 3/4 sleeves ;D )*

91: OK, let's figure out how we'r going to get out of here and save your niece....

[Julie Art]

Yall are freaking hilarious!

[Chal™]

OMG!! I'M DEAD!!

[QueenOH]

*We interupt this program for a brief message*

*cut to Queen dancing around in front of the Eiffel Tower in a Green duck covered rain coat*

[DamieQue™]

Damie Wheezing: It's too tight
91: It looks great
Damie: I can't breathe
91: if you can talk you can breathe
Damie: It's crushing me
91: no it's not
Damie: it's crushing me and my ribs are collapsing *gasps*








91: you're fine stop being melodramatic
Damie: melodramatic??? I can feel my pulse... in my eyes!
91: Damie... I need you to do this for me
Damie: You need me to suffocate?
91: stop it... just stop it
Damie: I'm dying
91: You're living in tiny increments - you're fine
Damie: I'm getting out of this
91: Damie... remember... we have to save my daughter...
Damie: But I can't move... the only crime I can fight is stationary crime
91: Don't worry I'll do all the work
Damie: I know you will... I can't move... you have no choice but to do it all
91: Damie I need you to get on board with what we're doing here - just move around - stretch the material
Damie: I can't - it's like dragon skin
91: Just keep moving, it will give... soon it will feel like your own skin
Damie trying to adjust: When I get out of this suit do I have to de-pressurize?
91: We'll deal with that later
Damie: Do I need a hyperbaric chamber?
91: Damie we're wasting time let's go

[DamieQue™]

Damie pauses: So... when I asked you earlier
91: Not this again
Damie: No wait, wait, hear me out
91: I'm serious Damie
Damie: I know you are, I'm serious too, got that nut hugger suit on and e'rthing
91: ok then what? What are you about to say?
Damie: ok Nevermind
91: No what? We haven't wasted enough time
Damie: No nevermind, cause you're getting an attitude
91: You're being mad sensitive right now you know that?
Damie: Annnnnd... Here we go
91: I'm just saying
Damie: Here we go
91: But am I lying?
Damie: I'm not even doing this with you. Let's just go
91: No cause then you're going to have an attitude
Damie: No I'm not... I'm good
91: You're good?
Damie: I'm good. Let's just go
91: And this isn't going to come back up later?
Damie: I said I'm good, I'm good let's go
91: ok

(pause)

Damie: it's just that you would think you would show more gratitude, seeing as how this suit is so tight it's even squeezing out my inner thoughts
91 rolls eyes: For heaven's sake Damie
Damie: You can probably hear them can't you? They're saying, "rise upfrom the tyranny of skinny jean super suits"
91: Are you serious?
Damie: "Rise up and gain your freedom"
91: ok
Damie: "and return to atmospheric pressure"
91: if you're going to be like this until I answer your question just ask it
Damie: I'm just making an observation
91: Ok fine. I apologize. ok? I apologize. Please ask your question
Damie: You're still hostile
91: I *breathes deeply* am in a better place to receive your question now
Damie: Are you?
91: Yes, Damie I sincerely I am
Damie: Cause I'm still hearing some Cayenne pepper up in your voice
91: I'm fine Damie... what was your question
Damie: ok Well it's just...I know I kind of mocked it earlier but...
91: But...
Damie: Do you... Do you have actually an invisible jet?
91: Unbelievable *Walks away*
Damie: No wait I'm serious
91: I'll be outside commandeering the car when you're ready
Damie: It's just that we could get there faster if you had one
*91 doesn't answer*
Damie: And when I say invisible I mean like invisible to radar it doesn't have to literally be transparent

*91 wrist locks the driver and takes the keys from him. Damie looks in amazement as he struggles to waddle to the car in his suit. Where did she learn that?*

[DamieQue™]

91: You drive
Damie: Yeah... I'll drive. *Saying it like he had decided it* Ummm where are we going?
91: There's only one place that they'd take my e-daughter
Damie: Yeah... only one place. (Pause) Where?
91: The Gritty Kitty
Damie: Oh yeah... obviously The Gritty Kitty... pause... damn how old is your daughter?
91: Not old enough to be a dancer if that's what you're thinking
Damie: Oh
91: The Gritty Kitty, like so many other e-strip clubs is a front for mob money. In it's basement, is a whole underworld of crime
Damie: Yeah... so...
91: So if my e-daughter is here, that's where they would take her and hold her hostage
Damie: *Wondering who is "they"* right... but...How are we going to get in?
91: We aren't. You are going to stay at the wheel and I'm going to go in, pretending to be a dancer - that's why I had to wear the costume.
Damie: Ah I get it now... *confused look* ok so but, why did I have to wear one?
91: I just wanted to see if you would do it
*Damie glares at 91*
91: I'm sorry but you look so cute - LOL. *Pinches cheek and talks baby talk to Damie* Who's a super hero Who's a super hero? Yes him is a super hero



Damie brushes hand away: get off me. Just go get your e-daughter - we'll settle this score later
91: ok. Be ready when I bring my e-daughter out.
Damie: Ok

[DamieQue™]

*They pull up to the Gritty Kitty and 91 enters the front door. The bouncer lets her in assuming she's an e-dancer. All that's left for Damie to do is wait. 20 minutes later, 91 comes bursting out the side door with GK security on her heels*
Damie: What the? *Steps out of the car to help. 91 is surrounded by e-Goons and e-Thugs masquerading as security*
Goon 1: Well looky here, she's got her a side kick
Damie: Hey fellas what's the problem?
Goon 2: That's between us and the lady
91: Where is my e-daughter?
Goon 3: Maybe we have her, maybe we don't
91: You tell me or I'll
Goon 4: Or you'll what?
*91 Strikes pose*


Goon 1: What? What's she doing?
Damie: Oh that's the pose
Goon 2: The pose?
Damie: Yes? The freedom and justice pose
Goon 1: And what's it supposed to mean?
Damie: I'm not sure... freedom or justice probably... whatever it is I'm sure it's not good for y'all
Goon 3: it's kind of photogenic
Goon 2: Naw she just looks crazy
Damie: See? I tried to tell her that earlier
91: Shut up Damie... you all will give me my e-daughter or you will pay? *91 strikes new pose*



Damie: Aww snap
*Goons 3-4 gasp collectively*
Damie: Yeah it's on now... that's the hangman's pose - you don't want no parts of that
Goon 1: Whatever... those are just rave glow sticks
Damie: You can see that from all the way over there?
Goon 1: Lasik my negus, Lasik... and it looks kind of cheesy
*Damie Looks at 91 with the I Told You So Look*
91: It adds flare dammit...
Goon 3: Actually real talk - both of y'all look stupid
Damie: It wasn't my idea
Goon 3: Yeah but you're still here - and to be honest if I had a sidekick dressed like you it's name would probably be "Snuggles"
Damie and 91 exchange: Aight 91 that's it. What? I'm going to the car. No wait. No that's it - I'm changing. Just hold on. No - I'm changing. I'm done
91: Fine. *To the e-Thugs and e-Goons* are you gonna tell me where she is?
*e-Goons and e-Thugs laugh*

*91 charges into the pack and whoops a$$ supernaturally. Punches are thrown, kicks are kicked, bodies are beaten mercilessly and thrown asunder. When she's finished she dusts off her e-hands and rubs her e-knuckles walking back to the car*



91: So... she wasn't here
Damie: How did you -
91: I don't have time to explain... just drive us back to the house
Damie mumbles under his breath: you gon' start explainin' stuff to me I know that much
91: What?
Damie: Nothing I said, people always complaining too much
*91 side eyes Damie for a second and then reclines her seat back, sighs, and rubs her temples. Where is her e-daughter*

[Chal™]

can i just say that i e-love Damie. and can i also say that after all of that wonderful dialogue and kick ass action, what stood ot the most to me was:

Who's a super hero Who's a super hero? Yes him is a super hero


L M B O ! ! ! !

[T-Rex91]

*p*
I know right? I was talking to him last night and told him that his games presence is too intimidating to the rest of us. He's just too damn silly and creative. It's like whenever Kirk Franklin decides to get in the game and put out an album everyone else can kiss their gospel Grammy hopes goodbye because he's bringing home the prize. Damie's Kirk............lol
*p*

[DamieQue™]

*Damie and 91 arrive back at the hidden retreat*
Damie: ok, I don't know who you are, or where you learned how to do what you did
91: Damie not now... I need to think of where they would have taken my daughter
Damie: Look I don't know who this "they" is that you keep talking about but I don't care
91: I'll explain later
Damie: No... you won't. Cause I'm not asking anymore. I don't want to know... I don't need to know... I don't care. I fulfilled my part of the bargain. I risked life and limb to help you
91: All you did was drive
Damie: True... but I drove in a wet suit that was 2 sizes too small for Gary Coleman
91: And the Oscar for best dramatic perfomance goes to...
Damie: I probably can't have anymore e-kids after this
91: We can only hope
Damie: Hey!!!
91: oh you're being sensitive serious I'm sorry *laughing at first and then becomes serious* ok my bad I was out of line
Damie: I can still hear you snickering
91: ok my bad
Damie: Look, you love your e-child, you would do anything to get her back. I understand.
91: So you'll help me keep looking for her?
Damie: Yes... but first you have to do something for me
91 squirms a little bit: Damie... we're... we're brother and sister... it was different when we didn't know... but now we do. We can't do that anymore... it's... it's just not right
Damie: No silly... I need your help
91: Help with doing what?































Wait for it...




































Wait for it...



































Damie:
Kidnapping Juicy and My e-kids!!!!

[Chal™]

*P*
OMG, THE HAMSTER!!!!!!! LMAO!!!!!!!!!!!!
*P*

[T-Rex91]

*p*
Can't........breathe..........OMG..........I'll be back.....need to compose myself.
*p*

[Julie Art]

May 5, 2010 11:17:21 GMT -5 DamieQue™ said:

*Damie and 91 arrive back at the hidden retreat*
Damie: ok, I don't know who you are, or where you learned how to do what you did
91: Damie not now... I need to think of where they would have taken my daughter
Damie: Look I don't know who this "they" is that you keep talking about but I don't care
91: I'll explain later
Damie: No... you won't. Cause I'm not asking anymore. I don't want to know... I don't need to know... I don't care. I fulfilled my part of the bargain. I risked life and limb to help you
91: All you did was drive
Damie: True... but I drove in a wet suit that was 2 sizes too small for Gary Coleman
91: And the Oscar for best dramatic perfomance goes to...
Damie: I probably can't have anymore e-kids after this
91: We can only hope
Damie: Hey!!!
91: oh you're being sensitive serious I'm sorry *laughing at first and then becomes serious* ok my bad I was out of line
Damie: I can still hear you snickering
91: ok my bad
Damie: Look, you love your e-child, you would do anything to get her back. I understand.
91: So you'll help me keep looking for her?
Damie: Yes... but first you have to do something for me
91 squirms a little bit: Damie... we're... we're brother and sister... it was different when we didn't know... but now we do. We can't do that anymore... it's... it's just not right
Damie: No silly... I need your help
91: Help with doing what?































Wait for it...




































Wait for it...



































Damie:
Kidnapping Juicy and My e-kids!!!!

I almost choked on my sandwich! RRROOOOOTTTTTTFFFFFFFFFFFLLLLLLLLLLLL! And why it have to be a crijmp/chipmunk!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! OMG!!!!!!!!!!