*firing up jets in hot tub*

Lemme borrow that extension cord a minute.

In ya' go, EM, c'mon, it's therapeutic!

hm. you look a little limp there, ole boy.

*pitching live end of extension cord into hot tub*

Hold still! YOU'RE GONNA GET FATIGUED!

Between AMN and DM....not sure who has the wittiest brain....your imaginations are incrediable!

*The 'whupwhupwhup' sound of helicopter blades can be heard. What looks like fireworks erupt around EM, effectively scattering the hateful witches torturing him. In the confusion, MooseMan drops in just next to EM riding a litter for extracting people in just such situations.*

"BACK UP, @#$%'s! There's only so much a cat can handle of this silliness. Go play S&M with your boyfriends".

*MooseMan swings his patented BrainPainCane toward the banshees as they try to regroup. Shoving EM into the litter, he sheilds him from the barrage of rocks being chunked their way. Giving the chopper a quick thumbs up, the two are safley whisked away.*

" ... and to all, a good night"!

*Three 'Naughty Nurses' attend to EM's wounds in the helicopter as MooseMan looks on in disbelief.*

"Dear God, man... MORE Duct tape"??!!

And as the helicopter rises and starts flying over the trees, a loud BOOM! is heard coming from the helicopter engine.

The helicopter starts to spin (because the pilot failed the chapter on "auto rotation" in helicopter school, and Empathy Man starts to feel some really horrible vertigo.

*Aforementioned banshee/harpy picks up whip*

"That can be arranged."

*goes off to inflict pleasure elsewhere*

As Nickalodeon's all-day M*A*S*H* marathon draws to its close, Moose awakens with a start weeping and clutching his favorite G.I. Joe doll.



Meanwhile, back at the ranch, EM is looking a little prunie. C'mon, EM, hop out of the toasty tub and dry off now. NOW, let's go! Get up!

What do you mean you're all numb and tingling? Who cares? You look fine to me!

Moose, don't draw attention to yourself. Run, man, run.

Kicker!!! Where ya' been, beautiful? I haven't seen you in a little bit!

Don't draw attention to myself?

HA!

As a proffesional chucklehead/court jester... that's all I can do well.

EM has a little nervous diarhea today.. ...caused by anxiety from unexpected guests...LOL.

Here you go EM!

Have some of these lovely chocolate EX Lax tabs!! There now; isn't that better.....

I'll bring in some toilet tissue tomorrow... along with the key to the bathroom.

Have a nice day!