It must be so tough being a Dad. Russo explains why they need a break.
It must be so tough being a Dad. Russo explains why they need a break.
The crew of Hell’s Kitchen are now enjoying the game of Twister and of course the mountains of Pizza…but with every party, there is always a down side. Read on and see.
Scene setting – The Party Room, Hell’s Kitchen.
Co-written with Temp and Moo.
Temp: Roxanne was still feeling rather tipsy so her balance was a bit off, but she was able to maintain her footing. The music was of course fantastic and of good taste, and it definitely added to the situation. She couldn’t help but giggle at the others taking part in the game, and probably wouldn’t even care if they touched her in an ‘odd’ spot. This little game was rather fun, and it definitely helped to expose her lovely features. Loc was of course getting a kick out of that, and who knows he might just develop a taste for her lovely booty as well. Good thing she didn’t mind being the center of ones affection. In fact, she quite liked it. Too bad Loc was pretty much a simple minded monster, otherwise she might have had a chance at romance. Oh well! No big deal, right?
Moo: With the particular song choice, Narcissa found herself moving to the beat all on her own. She even went as far as to sing out the lyrics, much like Loc was doing. Only…maybe a little more in tune. With the Doctor pointing to her and informing her just what color to move to, the monster giggled and made her way to the mat with all its pretty colors. “Right foot.. yellow!” she cried out happily, clapping her hands as her right foot moved to the intended spot. Thankfully it was clear by a few inches of Loc’s dribbling drool. And here came the chorus again. She and Loc cried it out together.“HOOOOOKED… ON A FEEEEEEEEEEEEEEELINGGGGG!” Laughter followed as Narcissa continued moving her arms and torso in a small dance, hopefully without knocking anyone over.
Razorbackwriter: It was laughter singing and a whole lot of booty wiggling. Yes, the crew sure knew how to party, and while the dial spun and the Doctor shouted out coloured dots and which hand or foot to put them on, the crew were starting to get tangled up in a rather large knot like pretzel. Loc slammed his right foot down on blue, and to do this he had to swing his leg up and over Igor. What this did was put Igor’s face right into the danger zone. He had his face right up to Loc’s enormous backside. He grimaced and whimpered, since he knew that Loc had had a whole lot of garlic prawn pizza. Loc…well, he was managing to twist his head around so he could still manage to see Roxanne’s bosoms – which were hanging precariously just shy of being fully exposed. One more booty wiggle should do the trick.
Doctor Wilhelm was the dial spinner and so he kept out of the game, but continued to sing out where the dial landed.
“Left hand red, Narcissa!”
“Right foot blue, Roxanne…”
“What’s that smell, Doctor?” Igor said from beneath the towering ass of Loc.
Yep, the big guy let one go that could choke a donkey in under ten seconds.
Temp: “Riiiiiiight foooooooot bluuuuuuuuueeeeee!!!” Roxanne shouted in response to the Doctor’s words, and was quick to obey the rules of the game. Everything was going just great, until of course a nuclear bomb escaped Loc’s ass. As soon as she heard the PFFFT she bounced up and into the air until she slammed into the roof, which she actually went directly through up to a certain point. Her lower half was left dangling as her upper half was occupying what seemed to be a ventilation shaft. Her quick reaction had saved her from the nuke. “SSSSSSSSSAAAAFE!!!!!!!” She shouted and wiggled her legs about franticly, not at all caring about the fact that everyone below need only look up to enjoy the view.
Moo: “Left hand red!!” Narcissa eagerly cried out as she slapped her hand down on the mat. She was just a bundle of joy; chipper and giggling rather frequently with the occasional hiccuping. It wasn’t until Loc’s fart from hell that the party broke up–quite literally, at that. Poor Igor! Narcissa stopped her already unnecessary breathing while her eyes widened to the size of saucers, being quiet for the first time tonight for a mere thirty seconds before SOMEHOW Roxanne launched herself into the ceiling. Then she died–in a metaphorical sense–falling over with laughter. She rolled on the ground while her giggles erupted, only becoming silenced with a rather rough hiccup, followed by Roxanne’sSSSSSSSSSAAAAAAAAAAFE!!!!!!! This was the best party Narcissa had ever attended!
Razorbackwriter: When a chemical attack happens in the laboratory, such as the kind that erupted from Loc’s backside; the Doctor was ever ready to deal with such occurrences. Out of nowhere he managed to find a gas mask and promptly put it on his head, saving him from having to inhale the noxious and foul smelling odors that were coming from the creation’s rear. Igor, had gone cross eyed and promptly fainted in behind Narcissa, who was now rolling around on the ground laughing and giggling like there was no tomorrow.
Taking out a clip board, the Doctor ticked off a sheet of paper, that was Loc’s evaluation form.
“Effective in chemical warfare….and twister. Check!”
With the flair of a showman, he made a huge red tick on the paper, before looking up at the dangling legs of one stuck Nursey. All he could hear coming from her was the shouting of the word – “SSSSSSSSSAAAAAAAAAAFE!!!!!!!”
“Indeed.” The doctor’s voice was somehow muffled from within the gas mask. He tapped Loc on the back and pointed straight up to the twitching feet of Roxanne.
“Loc…you might want to help her down. I do believe she’s stuck between floors.”
Loc, had no idea that the bodacious nurse was capable of jumping that high, or for surviving crashing through the roof. He reached for one of her feet and gave it a good and powerful tug.
He would too. By pulling on Roxanne’s leg, not only would he be able to bring her down, but also large parts of the ceiling.
The Doctor finally whipped off his gas mask and turned on the extractor fans for the room, to help clear the air. Wilhelm took a deep breath and then let out a happy sigh. “Well, I dare say that Igor is the winner.”
Looking down, Igor managed to have his hands and feet on all the right dots. Mind you, he was out cold.
Temp: Roxanne’s lower half was wiggling around rather sporadically as she hid her top half from the nuke that was let off below. She didn’t really care that she’d sprung through the ceiling since she’d pretty much saved her own life. When she was eventually pulled down from the ceiling, she brought multiple chunks of it with her. The debris and her pretty much toppled down onto Loc, but it was doubtful that it’d have any effect on on the big guy. “Man that was clooooooooose!” It was a nearly deadly incident, but she had avoided it with her super jumping maneuver.
Moo: About the time that the ceiling came free with Roxanne was when Narcissa had sobered up enough to stand. Shaking away the dust and bits of material from her body and head, Narcissa sneezed at the dust particles. “Very close!” she agreed brightly with the nurse. Leaning down, the monster picked Igor up by his arm; the poor hunchback was knocked cold from that smelly Loc-Bomb. Hearing he was the winner of Twister, Narcissa let out a loud and exaggerated aaawwww! She was really looking forward to winning that! Pouting while she looked at the unconscious fellow she held up, Narcissa moved to set him down in nearby chair. “Igor’s so good at games.” Patting some dust from the hunchback’s head, she turned back to smile brightly at the rest of the group. At least none of the pizza was ruined, save the top box or two that had been open. More food for the Frankesteinian!
Razorbackwriter: With parts of the ceiling flaking down in chunks, it took some fancy dancing and footwork to avoid being hit. The Doctor was incredibly light on his feet and soft shoe shuffled out of harms way, as Roxanne was prized from the ceiling by her besotted Loc. The great lumbering giant handled Roxanne delicately and placed her down on the ground safely, but not before giving her backside a cheeky pat. Oh the creation was getting game, but who could blame him? She was gorgeous in her ball gown and concrete dust. Narcissa was of course on the ball, and saved Igor from further damage. Being knocked out from the fumes that emitted from Loc’s rear, it would take a bit to wake him and that was a job best left for the girly Frankenstein girl.
“Igor’s so good at games.”
“The man has a lucky hump! Aha.” The Doctor added, as he swept a few last bits of ceiling debris off his shoulders. Igor woke and spluttered as he had been quite out of it. “Anyone get the number of that bus?” he honestly thought he had been knocked over by one.
“No, Igor. But you did win Twister!” That was a consolation in a way. Not that the Doctor had any special prizes for this. The Doctor went over to the massive piles of pizza and handed Igor one of the top boxes. “Have another pizza, Igor.” He gave the hunchback’s back a pat, and then smiled to the rest of his crew.
“And so, my wonderful crew…I think I might turn in. It has been a night to remember. Girls, be sure to put the left over pizza in the fridge. Nothing like cold pizza for breakfast….what what!” The Doctor then winked at Loc. “Don’t do anything I wouldn’t.” Maybe he thought Roxanne and the giant creation would have their own party. Who knows? Wilhelm bowed politely before his team of wonderful misfits, and then headed out the party room to head for his chambers.
As he walked, he hummed a song to himself.
“Sweet surrender, oh what a night..”