I'd only just posted feedback on Tank's little bit of revenge, saying that I couldn't wait to see what Kae would do in response - then I hit refresh and here this was! Hey! Fanfic on demand!

And I haven't stopped laughing yet!



And finally...
Too late, Kae, too late! <g>


Wendy

OMG...



Just caught up with all of these fics - you guys are completely and utterly insane. I love it!

Sara [who supports Wendy, El, Kae and Rat 100%, just so you know... ]

OK, I think we need a name for the Tremendous Trio of El, Lab, and Wendy - something along the Three By Fours or The Hair Posse!! I'm sure someone can think of something more clever, but certainly after rescuing their fair red-headed Bozo friend they deserve a title

Just loving this - you guys all think so quick on your feet, and this next chapter is hysterical, Kaethel!

Nearly Headless Tank is the best. I think he should adopt this name permanently <g>.

Thanks for the laugh for my day.
Lynn

*coughs, gasps*


This story is sooooo funny. But I think I missed some of the inside jokes, not being part of the IRC crowd and all. :p

Can anybody please explain these:
1) Kaethel's two by four (what is a two by four anyway?)
2) Who's Elena's 'husband'? And which story was it, that Yvonne killed him off?

Thanks,


metwin1

Who is El's 'Husband?' Could it be..... :rolleyes: Well, let's just say that El's really the most angelic person in the world to have stuck with him.

A two by four is, I think, a heavy wooden plank. And I don't own one, actually. I'm normally known as the holder of the Disembowelling Shears.

Edit: Forgot to explain what you were probably wondering, metwin1! Why is a two by four required to make me get on a helicopter? Well, the thing is, I hate, hate, *hate* planes. The thought of getting on a "dratted flying thingy" (as I call them) drives me crazy, so the two by four is definitely needed.

Elena is Mrs Tempus, and Yvonne harmed her husband in Misery. Ever since, El has been begging Y to resurrect her dearly beloved man. Without success so far.

Kaethel

Ohhhh Kae!!!

Jose

I'm seriously laughing too hard to properly write some comments.

Way the go El, Wendy and Rat! And the flying thing... and you just got to love that two by four.

Seriously, after this, I don't think it could have turned out crazier. But it would have been a lot of fun to read!

Saskia

ROTFLMAO, Kae!!!

Mrs Tempus

great job! thanks for sharing!

Paul, who still thinks sanity is overrated, and, in fact, tends to be scared by some of the more hardcore sane people.

LOL!!! This was absolutely hilarious!!!

I'm not going to quote, for the reasons Paul mentioned. I'l just say that I enjoyed it very much.

Wondering if Tank is going to write something in response...?

AnnaBtG. (who doesn't really care about whose hair get cut, dyed or grown back, as long as it helps creating more terrific stories like this one)

My side hurts! OMG, you two are like a pair of kittens tied together at the tail... One claws, the other claws, the first claws again. No wonder fur, er, hair, is flying

I only hope that Kaethel is soon able to get the help she so desperatly needs.

Tank (who apologizes if these little 'fun fics' have contributed in any way to Kae's obvious breakdown)

Kaethel

OMG!! I couldn't stop laughing while reading this.

Thanks for sharing this hilarious story.
I thoroughly enjoyed it.

Tricia

OMG, you guys, if I spend any more time then I'm going to have bruises all over my body!!

This was the line that sent me over the edge:

LOL!!!

I have no idea how you guys are going to combine these things for the Archive, but this is all just sheer brilliance. Keep writing -- I'm willing to get some aspirin for the bruising. <g>

Kathy

This is just incredible!!!!!!!!!!!!

Kathael
very funny - ditto others - you guys are insane
merry

I seem to have been pretty compost mentalist (as my husband would say) at the time though, because I got my priorities right and insisted on making sure I didn't miss out on any Tank stories.

Or maybe it was an impostor rat. Well, it could happen.

Also, any implication about me being able to sneak out of my cage and go helicoptering escapading is a complete lie! Honest, Bernie. Wouldn't think of it. <insert angelic and sincere icon here>

Actually, my fellow lab buddies and I formed a group once to try it, but after six months we gave up. Bernie's too smart for us. Honest, Bernie, you are. Plus we spent the first five and a half months trying to agree on a name for our escape committee, which cut down on our actual trying to escape time.

In the end, Cat-Scragger Henry said we should call ourselves Covert Rodent Agent Provocateurs...at which point the rest of us decided sod this for a game of soldiers and scragged him. Which was actually more fun than lying on your back chewing the bars anyway.

No, we lead a quiet life in the labs. No adventures at all.

Honest, Bernie.

Huh? Lockpick? What lockpick? Oh, that lockpick? Gosh, how did that get in here? Must have been that tabby down in block C. Always was a troublemaker that one...

LabRat

Real Life has been impossible with me lately, which is why I haven't taken the time to reply to your comments before tonight.

I'd like to thank everyone who posted in this thread. You all made me smile and laugh, and I'm grateful that you haven't locked me in a cell with padded walls just yet. God knows I deserved it with that story. Seriously, many thanks for your encouragement. You guys are awesome!

Kaethel