Vanilla made the costumes....

Private Message Exchange.....

Vanilla: Don't they look great? I think the blue works really well with our scary, mean people theme.

Perish: I'm not sure this is what we had in mind. This doesn't really scream, SCARY EVIL DRAGONLADY, as much as I had imagined.

LilyAnne: AGREED! Jesus we're going to look like fools. How am I supposed to take a dump on their lawn in this thing? There's not even snaps on the bottom.

Heirolip: I rather like them, they're fuzzy and soft. Plus I made the flyers and tee shirts already.

Perish: Damnit Heirolip.

Velcome to the HQ.....

Overheard on vent.....

Insane Slut: No that's the deal. You can stay in the basement and live in your refrigerator box but you have to wear the leather thong under your cape and handle the manslave duties.

Blahd: Thong? Aww come on. How can I be a scary vampire guy in a thong? 

Insane Slut: That's the deal. Put on the panties, answer the door, fetch the drinks, and anything else we ask, or pack your candles and the Casio you call a pipe organ and GTFO!

Nightwatchman or manslave?

Private Chatroom Exchange.....

Insane Slut: So what do we do with the guy in the basement?

Perish: Manslave. We can dip him in clamato juice and dress him up like Barney the dinosaur and beat him relentlessly. I guess if the sybian breaks again, we could have sex with him? But that's a last resort. We're talking power outage style. 

Vanilla: Yeah even then I got batteries. Didn't we just get a new sybian? Didn't the steamtank finally break on that one? Now we got that new fangled 'lectric one. 

LilyAnne: AGREED! He can be the butler. Make a fire, fetch my drinks, read Ann Rice novels to us, and change the True Blood DVDs. 

Mysterious Hacker: So it'll be like Gothika meets the Golden Girls? 

LilyAnne: Who let him in here? Seriously GTFO!

Let me sell you a castle.....

Private Message Exchange.....

Blahd: Vhat do you mean Dr. Scott sold you this castle? I've been squatting here vor months. He doesn't own this place!




Insane Slut: Squatting? You don't rent this place from Dr. Scott?

Blahd: No. I've been here since my mom kicked me out. I vixed up the crypt so I could get some sleep during the evil daylight. A-ha-ha.


Insane Slut: Crypt? You mean that basement with the refrigerator box marked 'Blahd's resting chamber'?

Blahd: Vhat? I tried to steal a sarcophagus from the cemetery but it wouldn't fit in the Yugo.

Insanity begets an idea.....

Private Message Exchange.....

Insane Slut: I've had enough of this crap. There's not enough ME going on anymore. With Gimp Pimp Corps being decimated by the Evil Electronic Empire, we're looking at being defenseless against the IoMP. Obviously we can't leave the community policing to a hacker and his cronies.

LilyAnne: Agreed. After I que up this latest barrage of emails, we should order some costumes off the web and get some promotion stuff sent out, so people ph34r us.

Vanilla: I'll just sew us some. I have a pattern I think will work nicely.

LilyAnne: I'll gather the Laser Llama Brigade, and we'll use them to attack anyone who gets in our way.