The Glade 4.0

*claps loudly* I like that story!

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"Therefore do not worry about tomorrow, for tomorrow will worry about itself. Each day has enough trouble of its own." Jesus of Nazareth

The evening slowly faded as the fog rolled in. Sunset meant little as darkness had already swallowed the town. The big jeep slowed to a crawl as Hokanu peered deeply into the shadows. He stopped and stepped down to the street. A familiar voice whispered from behind him, "She isn't there, she was only here for a little while. Your star reporter finally understands why you were never available for her." Hokanu turned, his red cape blowing lightly in the breeze "You told her? Why?" The dark shadows were still, only Hokanu could see the heat radiating from deep within. "I didn't have to, she already suspected. She made a pass at me, just to test it." I gave her the same reaction you always do, she knew." Hokanu took a step forward "I can fly from here to the sun in ten minutes, dive deep within and pull out plasma hot enough to burn to this planet's core. I can lift two asteroids the size of battleships and bang them together over and over until they are dust. You're like Kryptonite to me Raell, why can't I get over you?" Raell stepped out of the shadows, grabbed the man in blue, red and yellow, looked deep into his eyes, and kissed him deeply. "I'm Batman."

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The U. S. Constitution doesn't guarantee happiness, only the pursuit of it. You have to catch up with it yourself. B. Franklin

"A mind needs books like a sword needs a whetstone." -- Tyrion Lannister, A Game of Thrones

reading all of this very disturbing content makes me picture Kirra and LK wearing the Kirra and Vincent outfits and

Kirra: You, flock of seagulls, you know why we're here? Why don't you tell my man Vincent where you got the **** hid at?
Hokanu: It's over th...
Kirra: I don't remember askin' you a Goddamn thing! You were saying?
Corolinth: It's in the cupboard.
[LadyKate starts looking in the upper cupboard]
Roger: No, no, the one by your kn-knees.
Kirra: We happy?
[LadyKate continues staring at the briefcase's contents]
Kirra: Kate! We happy?
LadyKate: Yeah, we happy.
Lex: I'm sorry, I didn't get your name. I got yours, Kate, right? But I didn't get yours...
Kirra: My name's Pitt. And your *** ain't talkin' your way out of this ****.
Lex: No, no, I just want you to know... I just want you to know how sorry we are that things got so f**ked up with us and Mr. Screeling. We got into this thing with the best intentions and I never...
Kirra: [Kirra shoots the Glader on the couch] I'm sorry, did I break your concentration? I didn't mean to do that. Please, continue, you were saying something about best intentions. What's the matter? Oh, you were finished! Well, allow me to retort. What does Screeling look like?
Lex: What?
Kirra: What country are you from?
Lex: What? What? Wh - ?
Kirra: "What" ain't no country I've ever heard of. They speak English in What?
Lex: What?
Kirra: English, motherf**ker, do you speak it?
Lex: Yes! Yes!
Kirra: Then you know what I'm sayin'!
Lex: Yes!
Kirra:Describe what Screeling looks like!
Lex: What?
Kirra: Say 'what' again. Say 'what' again, I dare you, I double dare you motherf**ker, say what one more Goddamn time!
Lex: He-he's white.
Kirra: Go on!
Lex: He's got short hair.
Kirra: Does he look like a *****?
Lexx: What?!
Kirra: [shoots Lex in the shoulder] Does he look … like … a *****?!
Lex: No-o!
Kirra: Then why'd you try to f**k him like a *****, Lex?
Lex: I didn't!
Kirra: Yes, you did! Yes, you did, Lex! You tried to f**k him. And Screeling don't like to be f**ked by anybody except Mrs. Screeling. You read the Bible, Lex?

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[Kirra, LadyKate and Oonagh are drinking coffee in Oonagh's kitchen]
Kirra: Mmmm! Goddamn, Oonagh! This is some serious gourmet ****! Usually, me and Kate would be happy with some freeze-dried Taster's Choice right, but he springs this serious GOURMET **** on us! What flavor is this?
Oonagh: Knock it off, Kirra.
Kirra: [pause] What?
Oonagh: I don't need you to tell me how f**king good my coffee is, okay? I'm the one who buys it. I know how good it is. When Foamy goes shopping he buys ****. I buy the gourmet expensive stuff because when I drink it I want to taste it. But you know what's on my mind right now? It AIN'T the coffee in my kitchen, it's the dead Glader in my garage.
Kirra: Oh, Jimmie, don't even worry about that...
Oonagh: No, No, No, No, let me ask you a question. When you came pulling in here, did you notice a sign out in front of my house that said Dead Glader Storage?
Kirra: Jimmie, you know I ain't seen no...
Oonagh: Did you notice a sign out in front of my house that said Dead Glader Storage?
Kirra: [pause] No. I didn't.
Oonagh: You know WHY you didn't see that sign?
Kirra: Why?
Oonagh: 'Cause it ain't there, 'cause storing dead Gladers ain't my f**king business, that's why!

(I made me laugh)

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Darksiege
Traveller, Calé, Whisperer
Lead me not into temptation; for I know a shortcut