Dom
Fresh Meat
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Post by Dom on Oct 23, 2003 11:51:57 GMT -5
One morning on a fine sunny day, Dom was in his dougnut shop baking doughtnuts, in his kicthen, as he walways does. Itchy Itchiford was waiting outside the door with his touge hanging out, as he always does, wanting for Dom to open up door.  Dom sang as he baked doughnuts and cakes not knowing Itchy was waiting outside. "Bakers man, bakers man, bake me a doughnut as fast as you can! Lalalalalalalaaaaaaaaaaa!" Oh, how I love the smell of fresh rasberry doughnuts in the morning!!!"
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Post by Itchy on Oct 23, 2003 11:55:42 GMT -5
Itchy scracthed vererusly on the door "Ohhhh Dom! You, you don't know how I LOVE the taste of rasberry doughtnuts in the morning!!!!" Ca'mon! YO! I'm here! Open up! pllllleeeezeeeeeeeeeeee!"
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Post by Fat Old Warty Guy on Oct 23, 2003 12:06:21 GMT -5
A large man drove up in a black car, he was wearing a nice suit, only it had a few stains on it, the guy was VERY sweaty and was wearing dark sunglasses.
He mummbles to himself"ahh curicus are for clowns and freaks, not me!" (Short Dark and Itchy Role Play refrance)
Yes, it's the fat old warty guy, he's back! and with a new job!
He walks up to the doughnut shop carrying a brifecase and almost steps on the dumb little dog in the way of the door. He enters to hear a jolly man baking, which makes him bitter.
"Are you Dom? Of Dom's Doughnuts? I'm Seamore Fatwart, and I hate to say it, but, We'll, I'm a shutting you down under the board of health!!"
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Dom
Fresh Meat
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Post by Dom on Oct 23, 2003 12:10:54 GMT -5
Dom is surprised and shocked  "But, But sir! Mr.. Fatwart, what have I done to have my place shut down? I keep a clean shop, and a clean business, I've been doing it for years! Surely there must be a mistake?"
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Post by Fat Old Warty Guy on Oct 23, 2003 12:17:36 GMT -5
"Nope, sorry, no mistake...It's seems that you have stray dogs around the shop offen, people don't like that sir, it's bad business....I'll haveta shut ya down....unless...........hmmmmmm, well maybe I could let you go,....for a price. If you pay me $1000 dollars I could let this slide......hehehe.....ahem!"
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Dom
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Post by Dom on Oct 23, 2003 12:22:28 GMT -5
"$1000?!?! But I don't have that kind of money!!"
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Post by Fat Old Warty Guy on Oct 23, 2003 12:31:09 GMT -5
"We'll, you'd better get it, or your doughnuts are dunked.....You have two days to come up with the monkey...er money!...sorry, some kinda weird flashback....or else! That's 24 hours...er, 64, umm hours, times the two, well nevermind! You don't have a lot of time! I'll be back then!"
Mr. Fatwart walks out, but snaches a box of doughnuts on his way shoving doughnuts in his mouth as he is talking.
"ahmeemmm, And' ahamam, I'm, i'm confasacting these as evidence....chomp! chomp! yum!"
OOC: What a FAT pig!
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Post by Ashley S. Barkin on Oct 23, 2003 12:31:48 GMT -5
00C- Mean old fat warty guy!!!!
BIC-
Ashley turned the corner around Dom's Donuts. She overheard the conversation between the two humans as she pawed over to Itchy.
Hey Itchy, whats going on in there?
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Post by Itchy on Oct 23, 2003 12:36:26 GMT -5
"Ashley? Oh Ashley! I, I really don't know! That fat mean guy looks familler and it sounds like he's shutting Dom's place down! Why?!?! I don't understand?!? OHHHHHHHH!!! Oh I get sooo "itchy" when stuff like this happens!!!!  OOC: Killer, and I know you'll be reading later, this is HARD!!!!!! |
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Post by Ashley S. Barkin on Oct 23, 2003 16:29:30 GMT -5
Hey hey, calm down Itch. It'll be ok.
She smiled reassuringly to Itchy as she patted his back with her paw. She glared at the fat warty ugly dude as he left the donut shop.
Don't worry, we'll figure something out. Come on, we'd better go check on Dom.
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Post by Killer on Oct 23, 2003 22:38:55 GMT -5
OOC- ROTFL!  Seymore Fatwart! *falls out of his chair in laughter spasms; hits his head on the desk and knocks himself out* Well...so much for posting...*snickers* BIC- Coming up the street, Killer sees the wart man fat-walking away from Dom's shop and he dives inside a public mailbox in total fear of the ugly, cruel human. He doesn't come out--or try to--until he's sure Fatwart is far away."Boy, if I found his shoes layin' around unattended, I'd lift my leg and--" at this point, he realizes he's stuck in the mailbox, "Of all the rotten luck. I've gotta go on a diet..." With only his upper body and front legs clear of the mailbox, it's safe to say Killer is, at the moment, immobile. He struggles, contorting his body into all sorts of strange positions in an attempt to free himself, but to no avail."Oh-ho...there goes my back...right out the window," he groans, giving up his battle with the inanimate object that has rendered him helpless, "Oh yeah...I'm definitely goin' on a diet after this. I just hope Kila doesn't happen along to see me like this. Forget black cats! It's bad luck if a wart man crosses your path! Oh-ho..." |
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Post by Ashley S. Barkin on Oct 24, 2003 6:44:55 GMT -5
Ofcourse she sees Killer as she holds up a paw to nudge the donut shop door open. She stops, staring towards him for a few minues, noting he maanged to get his tail end stuck in a mail box. She smirks, raising a brow.
Hey Itch, you go on in and check on Dom. I've got some business to take care of. I'll be right behind you, no worries.
She waves to Itchy, and turning she approaches Killer.
Having problems with the mail, are we? Trying to mail yourself off to antartica?
She wasn't going to hurt him, ofcourse. But she did decide to hang around the mailbox for awhile longer, just to make him nervous if nothing else.
You know, I hear the mail carriers around here aren't very fond of dogs. Infact, I heard from a westie the other day that the mail carrier that works this route eats dogs.
She flashes Killer a charming smile as she sits down in front of him.
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Post by Sasha La Fleur on Oct 24, 2003 17:31:03 GMT -5
OOC: EVIL GERMAN SHEPHERD *dies from laughing* Hey Itchy, how about some glue and a pair of stilts? MUHAHAHAH  |
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Post by Marik_Ishtars_Gurl on Oct 24, 2003 20:29:55 GMT -5
It surely doesn't help that Ruby comes along just then, smirking at poor Killer as well.
"Well, well," she says in her deep, sultry voice, "this is a problem, isn't it?"
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Post by Killer on Oct 24, 2003 23:39:30 GMT -5
Try as he might, Killer can't pretend Ashley isn't making him nervous. He's in a pretty poor position to defend himself if she decides to take advantage of the situation and get violent as her brother would without hesitation.
"Ain't it just like you Barkin's to kick a dog while he's down...or wedged," he grumbles as her story doesn't scare him as much as her mere presence does, "I've heard that line before. Well-trained dogs tell that story to their kids to break the habit of chasing the mailman. Look, unless you've got a stamp with ya or advice on how to get outta this thing, I'm no further ahead than I would be if you had just kept your nose in your own business."
Resting his chin on the pad of one paw, he drums the other one, a rather dry, unamused expression on his face as he eyes the grinning German shepherd warily. He literally chokes on his own spit when Ruby's sarcasm meets his ears.
"Just when I thought things couldn't get worse..." he groans, certain this story will make it all over town and back before the day is through, "Kill me, Ashley. Just spare me the humiliation and kill me!"
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