Characters: Anubis, Sekmet, Dais, Cale, the Author, and the Knife

Synopsis: Have you ever wondered why those Dark Warlords are so damn ugly? I swear, all of them except for Anubis have some sort of impediment on their mugs. Sekmet has no eyebrows OR eyelashes, Dais has an eyepatch and Cale has a wicked scar going down his cheek. This is one possible theory why…

<Sekmet> My Dais, that color is very becoming on you.

<Dais> tosses his hair over his shoulder You think so?

<Cale> My, this is drafty. Pulls the hem of his dress down over his buttcheeks.

<Anubis> sweatdrops You guys, we aren’t supposed to be wearing these now! Not until after we get off of work!

<Dais> Tee hee! He said ‘get off!’

<Anubis> falls, twitches on the floor momentarily, then pops up. Let’s just go get changed.

<Cale> Now I feel restricted! Do you know how much these things pinch?!

<Sekmet> walks in the kitchen and begins pulling various items out from the cabinets…pouring them all into one big pot. My turn to cook!

<Dais> Now, now, Sekmet, you know Lord Talpa doesn’t approve of you cooking.

<Sekmet> I promise I won’t poison it this time.

<Dais> It wasn’t that you poisoned it, it was because you worked up such a sweat we all couldn’t stand being in the same room as you!

<Dais> It’s not my fault I persperate cyanide!

<Cale> What are you making anyway? I don’t recall you ever knowing how to cook.

<Sekmet> …

<Anubis> sighs and sits on a stool like a little bird and watches Sekmet You’re doing it wrong.

<Sekmet> Am not.

<Anubis> Are too.

<Sekmet> Am not!

<Anubis> Are too!

<Sekmet> Fine be that way!

<Anubis> I will.

<Sekmet> Fine.

<Anubis> Fine.

<Sekmet> :P

<Anubis> :P

<All others> sweatdrops

<Sekmet> puts a frying pan on the stove and puts it on high heat. He then proceeds to dump the contents of the pot into the pan.

<Others> watch attentively.

<Sekmet> places a very large Ginsu TM knife by the stove for no apparent reason.

<Cale> Ooooo, big knife…Can I Touch?

<Sekmet> No.

<Cale> Please?

<Sekmet> No.

<Cale> reaches for the knife.

<Sekmet> slaps his hand.

<Cale> Owies! That's the 3^rd time this week you did that this week!

<Sekmet> That's what you get for grabbing for things without my permission.

<Cale> But…

<Sekmet> No buts.

<Cale> But…

<Sekmet> …! >.<

<Cale> … ;_;

<Author> Just noticed she has a bleeding her cut on her foot, then pokes Anubis' ass.

<Anubis> Hey!

<Author> snickers and POOF disappears.

<Anubis> goes chibi and blushes all kawaii.

<Dais> clears his throat…Ahem…

<Others> HI!

<Dais> Back to the plot peoples.

<Others> Kay kay!

<Sekmet> grabs a bottle from the cabinet and proceeds to dump the contents of it into the frying pan.

<Anubis> What are you doing?

<Sekmet> Adding white wine for flavor.

<Anubis> That's not wine…That's {dramatic music interlude} cooking oil!

<Sekmet> Huh?

<Sekmet> Owies! Fist bangs the table counter and the Ginsu knife goes flying!

<Anubis> ducks and screams bloody murder…Bloody Murder! j/k I want my mommy!

<Author> notes that Anubis has out lived his mother by about 400 years.

<Anubis> Shut up! Grabs the author and passionately kisses her.

<Author> skips off happily. ^_^

<Anubis> I want my mommy anyway!

<Knife> PING! PING! PING! SLICE!

<Cale> Oh no! My beautiful face! Blood gushes profusely from his cheek like most facial wounds.

<Knife> PING! PING! PING! POKE!

<Dais> his eye pops out on the knife like an eyeball kabob…Got the grill ready?

<Knife> clatters to the floor in front of Anubis.

<Anubis> Ewies! Stands up and picks up the knife, showing it to Dais. This belong to you?

<Dais> glares at Anubis with his eye, yes singular, eye…Why thank you! I've always wanted to see what my eye would look like skewered on a knife!

<Anubis> looks at Sekmet's charbroiled face, Cale's laceration, and dais' eyeball-on-a-stick…I'm going to go put my dress on now. Skips off happily. ^_^