affame_le_geant_4ooam fyn gula whatever overwhelming sense of relief tht encompassed saumboo with potentilla's presence was quickly replaced by an intense feeling of urgency. "now where should i press or squeeze?" he asked, still whispering but his words were riddled with anxiety and breathlessness. he rolled the steel cart until potentilla was directly beside the sleeping king. fortunately, the wheel did not squeak as before. "well, darling," potentilla said, clearing her throat. "i'll have to ask my husband about that." she folded her arms and lifted an eyebrow. "cut the crap," meeterskeeter said, cuffing her with his paw. realizing they were treading on dangerous ground he said, "listen here you fuck, only seconds remain to sound the alarm and you're going to blow it by trying to be cute. what do you do best?" "it doesn't matter. whatever," potentilla said, smoothing the wrinkles in her dress. she was obviously offended by meeterskeeter's rudeness. meeterskeeter rolled his eyes. he hated it when anyone said, "whatever." it was the epitome of apathy and the clearest x-ray of the soul that was void of care. "my right paw is a little sore," potentilla added. "please refrain from pressing on it." saumboo let out a moan of tragic desperation. "how about your fucking tail!?" meeterskeeter asked, derisively and he gave it a violent yank, putting all his might into the deliberate act, all the frustration and embarressment he endured over the years in this position. saumboo braced for the worst. his life flashed before his eyes. visions of himself rotting in the dungeon swirled about in his frightened mind. however, he quickly came to his senses because what ushered out of potentilla's mouth was quite astounding. it was bjork's "it's oh so quiet" from her "post" cd. not only did it wake king mal with a smile on his face, but instead of telling saumboo to stop her immediately as he usually did with meeterskeeter, he stood up, stretched, yawned, scratched his ass, and began to nod his head to the toe-tapping beat. his hair was sticking out all over the place and his scooby do pjs were in dire need of ironing but he began dancing anyway and even sang along for he knew the words. a bright smile continued to spread along his face, outwards from his chubby pink cheeks and his bushy goatee quivered with delight. potentilla was having the time of her life, hopping about on top of the cart on two legs instead of four, even though her tail was a bit sore. saumboo's mouth dropped open in cheerful disbelief and he couldn't help but join in on the impromtu dance. he flailed his lanky arms about like a windmill. but meeterskeeter sat with an icy glare and could feel jealousy burning a hole in his angry soul. 011121 what's it to you? who go blather from