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Date Posted: 23:05:51 11/29/02 Fri
Author: Kande's Sis
Subject: He disappears into his room, slamming the door
In reply to: Kenamom hollers as she bangs her gavel..... 's message, "I call this meeting to order!" on 09:00:43 11/29/02 Fri

The crowd is hot on Bubba's heels, CW holding her dress up above her knees as she runs, Rabid's glasses bouncing on the chest of her twinset, and the Mayor at a leisurely stroll in her spike heels. Detoured is the first to reach the door as it slams in her face. Face smashed against the door, Detoured addresses the crowd out of the corner of her mouth: "I'm OK!"

KS levels her gun against her cheek. "Stand back!" The crowd obediently dives for the floor as the first round of bullets from the high-powered shotgun pepper the wood with buckshot. The doorknob falls off and lands on Detoured's big toe.

"I'm still OK!" she says in a strained voice.

"Ack! Stop shooting that thing in my klub," Kande wades through the crowd in her rubber overalls and tries to wrestle the gun away from KS. The two roll to the ground, hitting Det behind the knees and causing her to fall beneath them.

"Still OK!" the crowd barely understands her to mumble.

"That's going to cost you, both of you," the Mayor tsk's as she whips out her trusty fine book. The crowd starts laying bets as the sisters continue to wrestle on the ground. CW pokes at both of them with her knitting needle as they roll past her. Detoured is trampled beneath the crowd.

"Not so OK," she gasps. Bubba and the entire reason for the mad dash to the little room beneath the stairs are soon forgotten.

A small herd of mice come out of a hole in the wall and truss Detoured. She gets a distinct Gulliver-ish feeling.

"Really, really not so OK," she calls in a hoarse voice as the mice carry her through Bubba's door and disappear in a large crack in the wall with her body.

Meanwhile...Bubba races through his secret tunnel and emerges in the pantry in the kitchen. He opens the refrigerator and pulls out a large glass jar. He peers inside and grins. He wipes his brow in relief. Still safe. He furtively looks around, replaces the jar behind the milk, and strolls nonchalantly out into the melee'.

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