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Post by lovette on Oct 7, 2006 13:27:30 GMT -5
((Not they way I cook 'em, baby!))
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Post by Dracula on Oct 11, 2006 17:59:06 GMT -5
*Dracula silently enters the kitchens, unseen by Mrs. Lovette. He suddenly makes his presence known.* Good evening, madame.
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Post by lovette on Oct 11, 2006 18:01:14 GMT -5
*Is quite startled* Oh, sorry! Lord, I thought you was a ghost. Can I help you?
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Post by Dracula on Oct 11, 2006 18:02:54 GMT -5
Mrs. Lovette, my name is Count Dracula. I am here to offer you a buisiness proposal. *Evil smile* You see, I am aware of what, exactly, is the kind of meat used in your pies. I believe we are in a position to be of mutual assistance. I can provide you with the necessary...meat you require.
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Post by lovette on Oct 11, 2006 18:06:15 GMT -5
Oh, really? And what's my end of the bargain?
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Post by Dracula on Oct 11, 2006 18:07:23 GMT -5
Someday, I may need to ask a favor of you. I am sure you will not refuse it.
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Post by lovette on Oct 11, 2006 18:07:51 GMT -5
You've got a deal there, mister.
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Post by Susanna on Oct 11, 2006 18:08:23 GMT -5
((...Canibalism is gross, yo. XD))
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Post by lovette on Oct 11, 2006 18:32:33 GMT -5
((Hey, it pays the bills. ;D))
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Post by Irene on Oct 31, 2006 18:54:40 GMT -5
I stepped into the kitchen, and could not believe what I saw. I had to grip the walls and close my eyes to keep from being sick.
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Post by lovette on Oct 31, 2006 18:58:07 GMT -5
*Mrs. Lovette sees Irene calling the police. Although she is too late to stop the call, she grabs one of the larger kitchen knives*
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Post by Irene on Oct 31, 2006 18:59:10 GMT -5
As police entered the room, I aimed my gun at Mrs. Lovette. "Put down your knife, or I'll shoot."
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Post by lovette on Oct 31, 2006 18:59:56 GMT -5
*Heads toward Irene, meat cleaver in hand*
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Post by Irene on Oct 31, 2006 19:00:36 GMT -5
I aimed and fired my gun, hitting her in the heart.
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Post by lovette on Oct 31, 2006 19:04:03 GMT -5
*Dies*
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