Scene: A group of shadowy figures gather in a darkened room. The mood is tense, even ugly--
Kromdale: Why is everyone looking at me?
Ahem...as I was saying, the mood is tense, even ugly, as harsh whispers fill the air. The gathering threatens action, even violent action and--
Quisyndia: Now you're all looking at me? I'm not the one with a temper here. Do NOT roll your eyes Theo. And I saw that Hraust!
Hey! I'm narrating here! Anyway, the group contemplates mutiny because they are a bunch of spoiled little--
Quisyndia: Spoiled! We're mad because we haven't been able to get our side of the story out in weeks!
Theo: Yeah. No blog. How else are we going to be heard?
Kromdale: Blog? We had a blog?
Hraust: Look, we lost the blog privilege after that incident at the fair--
Kromdale: Hey! That biker started that fight! He called me short!
Quisyndia: You are short.
Kromdale: GRRRR!! How many times must I tell you? I am TALL for a dwarf!
Quisyndia: Which makes you short...and does not explain why you punched him in the privates.
Kromdale: Actually it does...that's as high as I could reach. He was tall!
Hraust: Hmmm, I'd forgotten about that. I was talking about the--
Theo: I am telling you, I did not flirt with that guy's girlfriend. She was checking me out!
Quisyndia: Well, that would make one women you didn't flirt with...
Theo: It's true! She was way too old for me. Anyway, old fat guys like that shouldn't overreact. I mean, who did he think he was? He's lucky those two people in the crowd led me away!
Hraust: He was the mayor, and those two people in the crowd were his bodyguards.
Theo: Really? Explains why they knew all that judo...
Hraust: And we still haven't reached the actual reason we lost blog privileges...
Quisyndia: What? You're all looking at me? That is so unfair! That game was rigged!
Theo: I missed that. What game was it?
Kromdale: That stupid horse race game...where you squirt the water and fill a balloon.
Theo: Oh yeah, someone always wins.
Quisyndia: GRRRRR!!!
Theo: I take that to mean she didn't win once?
Kromdale: Some five year old skunked her. Like nine games in a row.
Quisyndia: He was at least seven! And it was only eight games!
Theo: Skunked her?
Kromdale: None were even close.
Theo: Wow. What happened?
Hraust: She buried the guy running the booth up to his neck in the ground.
Quisyndia: I just wanted to talk to him!
Hraust: In an ant's nest.
Quisyndia: They were the little black ones. They don't bite...do they?
Hraust: Then she scared the kid off by summoning a thunderstorm.
Quisyndia: I did not! It was only a tiny raincloud.
Hraust: It rained three inches in an hour...they had to close the whole fair.
Theo: Wait, I thought they closed it all because of that explosion in the parking lot...
Kromdale: Yeah. That was impressive! A BMW and a black SUV went up!
Hraust: That was the mayor's car...
Quisyndia: He had Theo thrown out!
Kromdale: Ah...obviously, it was justified then...
Quisyndia: Sarcasm? From you? Get back in character!
Theo: You know, I'm starting to see why we lost our privileges...