Post by Charlie McGee on Feb 1, 2014 14:27:47 GMT -5
I have always admired you, respected you, yes, even loved you in a sisterly fashion, however it has come to my attention that you have somewhat dubious intentions as to my continuing good health- ie: the suggestion about using my powers to toast rats. You are surely aware that I am currently residing in a wine cellar and wine, while quite tasty, can be hazardous to one's health. No, I am not referring to the misfortunes of over-imbibing because wine is quite alcoholic. But, wait, perhaps I am at that, as it is the alcoholic properties of wine that have me very concerned. If I were to unleash my powers on these myriad quantities of rodents, not to mention the cobwebs which also abound down here...I will most likely be consumed by the considerable conflagration which will indubitably follow. Alcohol and cobwebs are EXTREMELY flammable which you must surely be aware of as you are a very intelligent person.
Granted this is Hell's Kitchen after all, but really, don't you think this is going just a tad too far? I am appalled that you would consider such a fate for one such as myself, let alone your colleagues. You do realize it's not only me who will perish, but all of these other comatose, or perhaps even dead, humanoids that now take up way too much of my available space? Not to mention the obvious, but the fiery furnaces of Hell will be about as significant as a small Girl Scout campfire. Please note that once the flames reach the kitchen, most of you who are remaining in the competition, as well as pw's and hosties, will also become as crispy as bacon.
Seriously, I am saddened by your latent homicidal intentions. I am afraid I must request immediate removal to safer quarters. Plus, these roommates of mine are all beginning to smell quite dead.
K thx bye
Granted this is Hell's Kitchen after all, but really, don't you think this is going just a tad too far? I am appalled that you would consider such a fate for one such as myself, let alone your colleagues. You do realize it's not only me who will perish, but all of these other comatose, or perhaps even dead, humanoids that now take up way too much of my available space? Not to mention the obvious, but the fiery furnaces of Hell will be about as significant as a small Girl Scout campfire. Please note that once the flames reach the kitchen, most of you who are remaining in the competition, as well as pw's and hosties, will also become as crispy as bacon.
Seriously, I am saddened by your latent homicidal intentions. I am afraid I must request immediate removal to safer quarters. Plus, these roommates of mine are all beginning to smell quite dead.
K thx bye
