The Creature Calamity Club

[Sgt Floyd]

Just...wonderful...

*is pretty much forced into his cow demon form*

 

[Misskermie]

*gets up, eats some oil pancakes*
Nothing like oil on your buttermilk pancakes.

 

[Yuna Leonhart]

I better go look for something where we can keep the milk in :/

*get up and start looking through the house*

 

[Sgt Floyd]

*moos louder*

*manages to get up but has to get on all fours because of the pain*

 

[Misskermie]

*uses shower in a can, then picks out a green version of her outfit*
Variety.
I needs it.
*gets on computer*
Oh hey! My book is selling! Neat!

 

[Yuna Leonhart]

*find a few containers and return to Johnny, carrying all these in my arms*

Well then... ready to be milked? :/

 

[Sgt Floyd]

*scrapes foot on the ground and looks at her like "duh"*

 

[Misskermie]

Heh. Not bad for an author named JAM.
*gets off computer and slowly approaches basement door with a lead pipe*
Alright... My lab is down there... I gotz to do this...
*opens basement door, runs down swinging pipe*
...Uhhh... Nothing down here...?
It must have died...
...
...
Which means...
EW THERE'S A DEAD BODY DOWN HERE!
*runs back upstairs*
Shoot.

 

[Yuna Leonhart]

*place one of the containers underneath his udder*
Yeah, stupid question :/

*sit down and start milking him*

 

[Misskermie]

(LOL wierd.)

*goes outside*
And I say to myself...
Such a horrible world.