Posted by Miss Marcia on May 25, 2001 at 20:01:42:
In Reply to: Re: What A Revoltin' Development THIS Is! posted by Sheriff Twigg on May 25, 2001 at 19:17:59:
: : *Chomp* *Munch* Well, Miss Marcia, I must say, you do know how to cook! This here Duff is some tasty vittles! And I must say, you sure are a fetchin' lassy too! *wink* Not like most o' the womenfolk back home in ol' Water Drop! You would'nt happen to be, say, betrothed or anythin' now.....*Crash* Well, my what is that crashin at the front door....somebody's just come in like hellfire itself.....Oh lord, it's the LAW!
: : Grape
: Well, howdy everybody. (casting a bright smile about the room) And, Miss Marcia - how pleasant to see your cheerful face again. My, you are lookin' a bit flushed of a sudden - always flatterin' to see how you color up when I drop in sudden like. I see your kitchen is flourishing as usual. Appears to be a few new folks here that I haven't met before. How's about introducing me to this young feller with his mouth hangin' open and his hairpiece on askew? Think I'll join you for coffee, mister, if you don't mind. Oops, careful there - just dropped all your food in your lap - nervous youngin', aren't you? Miss Marcia, if you'll bring us some coffee, I think this young man and I have some getting acquainted to do.
: Why, say, if that isn't Twiggy comin' in the door! Just Old Home Week around here, isn't it? (guffaw, guffaw)
: Bent Twigg
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OH! Benton!! How...how...how surprising, er, NICE that you dropped by! Are you hungry? Should I bring YOU a nice blue plate special like I served to Mr. Ramrod, here? Do you want something to drink? Would you like a piece of pie? A lemonade? Some of your favorite squirrel fritters? A helpin' of Chokeberry Duff? A doughnut, a slice of cake, a piece of fuu-uuudge? Benton? Why aren't you answering me, Dear? Why are you glaring about like that with that alarmingly peculiar GRIN on your face? It's such a DANGEROUS look, Benton. Do relax, Dear, and please don't look so upset.
Oh, my goodness, Mr. Ramrod. Y'all really shouldn't laugh at Bent like that. He don't take kindly to people that makes him feel foolish. Really, you don't want to make this situation any worse do you? As my ol' gray-haired ma used to say, "Don't poke the bear!"
Now, Benton, Mr. Ramrod doesn't mean any harm...honestly he doesn't. No, we WEREN'T tryin' to have the whole place to ourselves at all. It's just that we were talkin' and laughin' and before I knew it, the morning had flown by. That's all! Mr. Ramrod, DO quit laughin'!! Oh, I don't think I can watch this!
OH, NO!! Here comes that Twiggy personage, flingin' her bony ol' self through the door with an odd wooden look on her face. Haven't seen her since our unfortunate evening at She Who Tracks' place. She appears to be upset, though I can't imagine why, since it's MY beau who has cause to be jealous here, and...and...what's wrong with you, Mr. Ramrod? How come you've gone all pale-like? Do you need to lie down? You're gasping like a beached trout, and shaking like a bowl of elderberry jelly! Do you and Miss Twiggy KNOW each other? And Benton, I take it YOU'VE made Miss Twiggy's acquaintance, too? And it's obvious that Mr. Ramrod and I have met, as well. Now isn't this nice? We've all been introduced now, and are sure to become very good friends, right? Right? Dear me, I don't like the sound of all this silence!
Er...would anybody care for some fuu-uuudge?
Miss Marcia