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Date Posted: 17:25:15 03/10/03 Mon
Author: Kande's Sis
Subject: Happy Birthday to me! Ladadadadi
In reply to: kande 's message, "Happy Birthday, Sis!" on 10:32:27 03/10/03 Mon

"Kande looks like a monkey and she...hey! Where's my presents?"

KS paces her office, tossing a grenade up and down in her left hand. Her artillery belt with the stun gun and hunting knife hang low on her hips. She paces beneath the noose hanging from the ceiling, in front of her 'Untraceable Poisons' poster. One of her cats keeps pace with her, occasionally batting at the boa constrictor slithering on the floor. Poison bottles marked with x's clank together as she walks. She glances at the electric chair. She'll have a seat just as soon as all the Shippervillians arrive with her multitudes of presents. (If you want a clearer picture of this scene, I suggest you go to the National Gallery of Art in Washington, D.C., i.e., Kande's House. Look for "A Portrait of KS #43: It's My Birthday and You'll Die If I Want You To.")

KS sits. She paces. She looks out the window. She pats the cat and feeds the snake. She juggles poison bottles. She takes a nap. Finally she flings open the door: the street is still and deserted. Does no one care it's my birthday? she sniffles to herself. Still...no presents.

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