| Chapter 9 - Roseidous "Alright, bunny, here's the plan.."� Roseidous whispers to the dead fuzzy bunny. Roseidous feels something moving in his hair, but at this point, Roseidous is too engrossed with his evil discussion.� He hears someone complaining with a voice very similar to Roses... Roses...? Roseidous thinks.� It takes a few moments for it to sink in.� I thought it would take longer for the restoration process to take place, but I guess it was sped up by that bean I ate last night. Roseidous picks up the limp bunny and turns towards Roses.� "It's you!� Roses!" SLAP!! "Ow!� Wha...what was that for?!"� Roseidous rubs the deceased bunny against his red, stinging cheek. "What do you think, Rosy?!"� Roses stands with her hands on hips, frowning. "Er..."� Roseidous pauses, sensing a trap. "Do you know how long I've been stuck in your hair?� Do you realize how long I had to endure you and your weird shampoo?!� Huh?!� DO YOU?!"� Roses clenches her fists. "But...Roses, it was necessary!� I did it to save your life!" "How stupid do I look, Rosy-boy?" "Stop calling me that!" "Okay, Rosy." Roseidous grabs the end of his long hair, pulls, and his entire scalp comes off!� "Oh, gross!"� Roses shields her eyes. "Dont' worry, it's only a wig.� A specially designed wig, it is what I used to restore your life.� Roses, you were dead.� Only this fabulous hair kept your brain alive and repaired your nearly-vaporized body." "How the heck could hair have saved my life?" "Roseidous points to the inside of the wig, where a matrix of circuitry and futuristic nodes lay in a mess of polyroseyate.� "It was created by Chris, from my own hair, and powered by my studliness.� It was the only way.� I had to shave my head to do it.� Thank you, my dear, for the thank-you slap you so graciously gave me." "Well...umm, you're welcome.� And here I was, plotting to take over the male race with Holli and Tyrael's so-called 'sexy' butt." Roseidous snaps his fingers.� "That reminds me..."� Roseidous marches over to Tyrael, and yanks down his pants. "What are you doing?!"� Tyrael screams. "Just what I thought,"� Roseidous says, looking down at the spinning disk glued to Tyrael's Spiderman underwear, "a hypnodisk.� You are very disturbed, Tyrael.� Pulling a trick like this to convince people you have a sexy butt...Despicable." "Oh, what're you blabbin' about, Rosy-boy?"� Tyrael starts. "Don't call me that!� My name is Roseidous!� R-O-S-E-I-D-O-U-S!" "Whatever.� Do you really think anyone believes you're studly?" "Of couse!� What reason do they have to doubt me?" Holli cracks up in the background.� Roseidous glances at Holli scornfully.� "Ah, shuddup, Pen Girl." Holli returns the glare.� "Don't make me use my magical powers on you...again!" "Ooooh, you're magical blindfolding powers!� I'm scared now!" "People!� People!"� Roses interjects.� "Stop this bickering!� We're all friends here!" Everyone stares at Roses.� "Uhhh,"� Holli says, "where have you been?" "In Roseidous' hair." "Oh, yeah, right.� Sorry." Tyrael, still dumbed-up from Holli's aphrodisiacal pheromones, says, after pulling his pants back up, "Rosy-boy..." "DON'T CALL ME THAT!!!"� Rosedous throws the wig at Tyrael. "...we need to settle our dispute once and for all." to be continued... < |