From: jrd@frame.com (James Drew)
Newsgroups: rec.arts.tv.soaps
Subject: Re: DOOL: You Write the Story
Date: 23 Nov 1992 17:30:44 -0600
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Liz Fox (lf01+@andrew.cmu.edu) writes:

You know better than to ask *me* to do something like this, Liz:

Bo and Abigail took each other's toes in hand and sucked as
fast as they could.  They quickly turned and saw Fluffy behind them. 
With leaping heart, Bo jumped on the boat and seduced Fluffy aboard,
too.

Meanwhile, Roman raced to the lighthouse where Bo had found a rhyme for all
their problems ("Tall hair bubbles."  Roman looked confused.  "*Problems!*" he
yelled, "Not *troubles,* idiot brother of mine!").  Roman is hot on the trail
of Fluffy and doesn't know Fluffy is already on the roof of the loft.  Marlena
draws a picture to help Roman in the search for Fluffy.  But it is not enough!

Back on the waterfront, danger is coming!  Roman took the picture and
hand-fed it to Fluffy, who has leg-humping intentions.  Sneaking onto
the boat, Fluffy sees Bo and Abigail in a toe-sucking pose and
doggedly reaches behind for a sharp stick.  The evil one wags
his/her tail, and turns the stick towards them . . .

It looked like certain death!  Terror and lust shone in their eyes.
They paused in their embrace and prepared for a slow diaper-changing.  Then,
all three exploded when a sudden burst of ice cream blared through the
window.  Bo shot to his hands (his toes being otherwise engaged) and
jumped on Fluffy's back.
Fluffy screamed and fell forward. gasping for a last breath
of chloroform.  Slowly, Bo and Abigail faced ech other; with a
fish-face they grabbed toes, and returned to their sucking.

After many steamy years, they let go and returned to Salem,
leaving the lifeless Fluffy behind, lying in a pool of formaldeyhde.  It
was if it never happened.

That afternoon, a mysterious person was slowly slithering across the
wet hosptital lounge floor.  The full moon shone down, making the night
bearable.  Then, out of the shadows, two pets (a cat and an asthmahound
chihuahua) jumped out.
They wore pancos and conchos and held a burrito to his/her lips.  "You must
heelp us!" they said with a bad Mexican accent.

It was Bo and Abigail!  They had decided to dispose of the body in the
Tunnels.   But Fluffy's body had disappeared!  Laughter was in all
their intestinal tracts (eet's just gas, man!) as the stranger (Stefano, who
else?) began to laugh hysterically....

*****

Makes no sense, I realize, but you didn't expect it to, did you?

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                             |     Jenny-the-ghost snapped her fingers again,
Jim Drew                     | and she suddenly looked like a certain pin-up
jrd@frame.com                | model of decades gone by.
(Furry: Randy Puritan)       |     Me, I was dressed in an aviator's jacket,
"Innocent, but not naive."   | and there was something heavy and silver on
B2h t w- c k s g+(p) rv p    | my back, but I couldn't quite see what it was.
S8/5 g l+ y+ o+ a+ u++- j++  |     "Hey, there, flyboy," said Jenny, winking.
{opinions: mine != frame's}  | "Is that a rocket on your back, or are you just
                             | happy to see me?"
                             |		- Marc Lynx, "A Conventional Death"
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