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*holds up hand, stop* Hold it one moment! First you tell me you are dead, then you tell me you are Christy, then you tell me Christy is a ship...what is this sharades?

*lying in the grass* *thinks: Green* *flashback memory* A nurse pours Green Mint Tea into a cup. Father in a hospital bed at the age 15 drinks the tea, makes a face, smiles, and secretly spits it back into the cup. *end flashback* Will you please cut that out? I refuse to listen...

*flash of a memory* Father sits behind a school desk. Becuse it's a memory, Father is the age he is now and is far too large for the school desk. A teacher at the front of the class slaps a cane at the blackboard and it falls down. *end flash* Um...that was strange...look here...you...

*tries to lean forward nonchalantly, fails, and just ends up blinking hard* Madam, I fear for my life with you in the room, now, if you'd kindly keep your candle-burning kind to yourself and release me, I'd me most obliged and I shan't darken your doorsteps again...*depserate* PLEASE!!!

You expect me to close my eyes when there are two virtically challanged actors chasing each other around a perfectly normal living room???!!! What do you think I am?

*snatches book* *opens front page to a giggleing baby picture* Uuuch! *shudders* Such lies, that is distinctly not me. *slaps book on the table* Now look here this crack-pot game has gone on logn enough, I appologuise if this is all about me lying half dressed in your garden in the rain but...

Right, Christy-Four-Nouw, can you direct me to...London? I think London? *offers hand to Jack* Well brother-in-law *wink wink* my name's...er...*looks at stack of kids toys, an artpad, dominos* Art "Artie" Domino...!

*to Jack* I noticed a slight bruising upon my upper arm where her taloons dragged me into the side door, but other than that, I should say no. Would you like to introduce us? *to Mother* Am I dead? The party can't possibly have been that bad surely! And if you're my wife I suppose this man is...

*stares at Jack* Bud? What kind of talk is that? Bud? What do you take me for a flower? I am nobody's "bud". I'm...er...*gets accosted by Mother* Excuse me! Madam! Er, would you please release me! Not that I, mind your attentions, precisely, it's just that I am, I should not claim your...

Father: *awakens in the garden, rather soaked but other wise no worse for the wear* Uuch... *stands up carefully* Ouch... *shakes hands a feet free of water, realizing he has only one shoe on and that his clothing is a little lightning ripped* Hmm... *walks towards the house, wobbles, turns...

*flies backwards from the lightning rod and smashes through the backdoor, falling smouldering on the lawn* ...and in great pain...

*in the Moppet living room* So, boys, what are you doing with those quaint cow-ish looking robots and that lightning rod which is stuck through a rip my net curtains in the middle of a rain storm huh? *sits down and switches on TV as any normal dis-interested father figure would* Wait! A...

Christy...*holding Jana* You're looking a lot like Jana...and why the sudden need for a nappy? Is there something I should know about here?

Jack, you're a theif, a baby-snatcher, a kidsnappy, a vagabond! But you have very nice dress style, those jeans really match that top could you maybe...er, but besides that...*punches Jack* That's for taking my baby...*realises* This is Christy? *punches again* Then that's for taking my wife!

Father: *tugs at Biggy who seems stuck in the cupboard* Oh what now! *tugs*...Jack! *spins* Jack? *eyes widen* Jack is stealing my baby...anyone would think he was a theif...*leaps over the bed and out the door* Jack!!!

(OOC: It's cute! And don't forget that Jana has also been demanding in the past, so work that in occasionally. It's great to have you here, and I laughed at your last post.) Father: *stares at the creature in the closet* I long since stopped beleiving in monsters...*turns to...

As the Swedish Chef once said, "Er de floody bru, de, what-de-heck..."