Another Fine Mess

[sybil-t-psychic.livejournal.com]

*sneaks up to the crack in the concrete and peers inside*

*sees a large basement storage-like room, with fluorescent lighting and several scary-looking devices within*

*an upright rack stands in pride of place, complete with ratchet wheel on the side, and a very familiar figure stretched out in its frame*

*a less familiar figure smoothly orbits the torture device and its victim...a man whose posture and expression clearly state that for him, this sort of scenario is both business and pleasure*

Comments

[capt-crieff.livejournal.com]

Yes, though I do with this potion would wear off so I could be of some use...

[sybil-t-psychic.livejournal.com]

Well said, dear boy. Well said. Being the size of a squirrel is hideous; I don't know how the squirrels stand it.

*bumps around in John's shirt pocket*

Uff! To say nothing of the assault on one's olfactory senses.

*waves hand in front of face*

I suppose since I drank the potion first I'll be the first to recover, so if my nose suddenly seems larger than normal or something of that nature, I suppose we'll know we're almost in the clear.

[jwatson71.livejournal.com]

Oi! You spend all day hauling salt rocks out in the desert sun and see how pretty you smell.

*is suddenly grabbed by a Vogon guard* (http://small-things.livejournal.com/10264.html?thread=339736#t339736)