So here is poor Ms. Kendra, standing in the doorway of a session room, looking all fabulous as always. Her hair is “layered light”. Her outfit interesting to say the least (a black top-thingie, but with substantial holes quite thoughtfully placed where her lady bumps go; and a rodent snugly wrapped around her like a furry velcro scarf with whiskers). Her eyes shine bright. Her usual beaming smile momentarily displaced with a look of concern, though.
Ms. Kendra: “And how did you get in here?”
Rabbit: “Sentinel’s off duty.”
Ms. Kendra: “Right. Last time that happens….”
Rabbit: “Ungh… Uunnh… Ummmph.”
Ms. Kendra: *sigh* "Not even going to let me put my bag down, are you?”
Rabbit: “Ummmph… Ungh… Uunnh… Ummmph.”
Ms. Kendra: “Ummm… sweetie, what ARE you doing?”
Rabbit: “Bringing the Funder!”
Ms. Kendra: “Funde…? Ahhh, Honey, I think you mean ‘bringing the Thunder’...”.
Rabbit: “Really? Is that the expression? I guess that kinda makes sense too…”
Ms. Kendra: “Yeah, I guess…”
Rabbit: “So, what do you think? Do I bring ‘Funder’? Or ‘Thunder’?”
………
Ms. Kendra: “No. No, no, no, no, no. I’m not letting you drag me into your bullsh#t. No.”
Rabbit: “My bullpoop?”
Ms. Kendra: “Yes, your bullsh#t. If I say ‘Funder’, you’re going to think I’m saying I don’t like what… well, whatever it is that you do… and you’re going to tell everyone I don’t like rabbits. And if I say ‘Thunder’, you’re going to say I don’t think you’re fun, and tell everyone I don’t like rabbits. I can’t win.”
Rabbit: “Yup, that sure sounds like a ‘pickle’… mind you, I’m not exactly sure that’s your biggest problem at this particular moment…” *continues to crawl over the poor young lady*
Ms. Kendra: “You just go ahead with doing what you have to do…”
Rabbit: “You’re sure I’m not hurting you?”
Ms. Kendra: “Only psychologically, Sweetie.”
Rabbit: “Oh. Well, I suppose could stop…”
Ms. Kendra: “WILL YOU SHUT UP AND LIE DOWN ALREADY!!!”
Rabbit: “You mean... let you do that?”
Ms. Kendra: “Yes, for the love of God, let ME do that…”
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So, having already cleaned the room – saving for the table, that is, where I’m still laying facing down and “spread eagle”, with my hairy buttocks still doing some bizarre movements that could best be described as part dance and part twitch – The Franchise decides to recap the events of the last hour…
Ms. Kendra: “So, what was that I heard back there?”
Rabbit: “Mmmphnnng.”
Ms. Kendra: “I’m sorry, I can’t hear you…”
Rabbit (lifting his head, trying to re-orient himself): “Sobbing?”
Ms. Kendra: “No… I mean before your sobbing.”
Rabbit: “Earth Shattering Kaboom?”
Ms. Kendra: “That’s right - an Earth Shattering Kaboom. And why was there an Earth Shattering Kaboom?”
Rabbit: “Because someone brought the Thunder?”
Ms. Kendra: “Correct - someone brought the Thunder. And did you bring the Thunder?”
Rabbit: “No. I’m clearly ill-equipped to bring Thunder.”
Ms. Kendra: “What? You didn’t? Well… if YOU didn’t bring the Thunder… who do you suppose did?”
Rabbit: “You did. You brought the Thunder.”
Ms. Kendra: “Oh, that’s right… *I* brought the Thunder. And it was fun too, right?”
Rabbit: “Very, very, very, very, very fun. Always very fun. Very, verrrry fun.”
Ms. Kendra: “And why would that be?”
Rabbit: “Because... you’re ‘the Poop’?”
Ms. Kendra: “Damn straight, I’m ‘the Sh#t’. Now get out of my spa, Sweetie. And stop torturing my receptionists.”
Dang straight, she’s ‘the Poop’ (‘Poop-and-a-half’ if you measure in metric, I’d wager). We ADORE Ms. Kendra.
*thumpthumpthumpthumpthump*
Happy Thumping, All!
Ms. Kendra: “And how did you get in here?”
Rabbit: “Sentinel’s off duty.”
Ms. Kendra: “Right. Last time that happens….”
Rabbit: “Ungh… Uunnh… Ummmph.”
Ms. Kendra: *sigh* "Not even going to let me put my bag down, are you?”
Rabbit: “Ummmph… Ungh… Uunnh… Ummmph.”
Ms. Kendra: “Ummm… sweetie, what ARE you doing?”
Rabbit: “Bringing the Funder!”
Ms. Kendra: “Funde…? Ahhh, Honey, I think you mean ‘bringing the Thunder’...”.
Rabbit: “Really? Is that the expression? I guess that kinda makes sense too…”
Ms. Kendra: “Yeah, I guess…”
Rabbit: “So, what do you think? Do I bring ‘Funder’? Or ‘Thunder’?”
………
Ms. Kendra: “No. No, no, no, no, no. I’m not letting you drag me into your bullsh#t. No.”
Rabbit: “My bullpoop?”
Ms. Kendra: “Yes, your bullsh#t. If I say ‘Funder’, you’re going to think I’m saying I don’t like what… well, whatever it is that you do… and you’re going to tell everyone I don’t like rabbits. And if I say ‘Thunder’, you’re going to say I don’t think you’re fun, and tell everyone I don’t like rabbits. I can’t win.”
Rabbit: “Yup, that sure sounds like a ‘pickle’… mind you, I’m not exactly sure that’s your biggest problem at this particular moment…”
*continues to crawl over the poor young lady*Ms. Kendra: “You just go ahead with doing what you have to do…”
Rabbit: “You’re sure I’m not hurting you?”
Ms. Kendra: “Only psychologically, Sweetie.”
Rabbit: “Oh. Well, I suppose could stop…”
Ms. Kendra: “WILL YOU SHUT UP AND LIE DOWN ALREADY!!!”
Rabbit: “You mean... let you do that?”
Ms. Kendra: “Yes, for the love of God, let ME do that…”
…
…
…
So, having already cleaned the room – saving for the table, that is, where I’m still laying facing down and “spread eagle”, with my hairy buttocks still doing some bizarre movements that could best be described as part dance and part twitch – The Franchise decides to recap the events of the last hour…
Ms. Kendra: “So, what was that I heard back there?”
Rabbit: “Mmmphnnng.”
Ms. Kendra: “I’m sorry, I can’t hear you…”
Rabbit (lifting his head, trying to re-orient himself): “Sobbing?”
Ms. Kendra: “No… I mean before your sobbing.”
Rabbit: “Earth Shattering Kaboom?”
Ms. Kendra: “That’s right - an Earth Shattering Kaboom. And why was there an Earth Shattering Kaboom?”
Rabbit: “Because someone brought the Thunder?”
Ms. Kendra: “Correct - someone brought the Thunder. And did you bring the Thunder?”
Rabbit: “No. I’m clearly ill-equipped to bring Thunder.”
Ms. Kendra: “What? You didn’t? Well… if YOU didn’t bring the Thunder… who do you suppose did?”
Rabbit: “You did. You brought the Thunder.”
Ms. Kendra: “Oh, that’s right… *I* brought the Thunder. And it was fun too, right?”
Rabbit: “Very, very, very, very, very fun. Always very fun. Very, verrrry fun.”
Ms. Kendra: “And why would that be?”
Rabbit: “Because... you’re ‘the Poop’?”
Ms. Kendra: “Damn straight, I’m ‘the Sh#t’. Now get out of my spa, Sweetie. And stop torturing my receptionists.”
Dang straight, she’s ‘the Poop’ (‘Poop-and-a-half’ if you measure in metric, I’d wager). We ADORE Ms. Kendra.
*thumpthumpthumpthumpthump*
Happy Thumping, All!
