The Manly Thread

[shisteer of nothing much]

*closes the door, still holding Lass*

[Verdauga]

Oh, he could open the door to get you!
*Locks the doors.*

[lass of something much]

*is still struggling*

[shisteer of nothing much]

Seriously, Lass, what has gotten into you? We've never been taught the 'stranger danger' thing. What if he was a customer wanting a key cut?

[Verdauga]

*Reaches the safe house and drives into the garage.*

Phew. I don't think we were followed. All right Lass, this stranger: what did he look like? Did he look dangerous? Did he look dorky? What was he wearing?

[shisteer of nothing much]

Did he have some keys that he wanted to be copied? Or maybe a broken key or lock that needed dealing with?

[lass of something much]

*struggles*

[Verdauga]

Wriggling works for bees, Lass. Not beasts.

[lass of something much]

*stops and looks at her captors with hatdred in her eyes*

[Verdauga]

{It's "Captors", and hatred", or "hatedread".}
Man, he really scared you, didn't he? It's okay. You're safe now.

[lass of something much]

(Gaah!) *is still trying to get away*

[shisteer of nothing much]

*is still hugging Lass*

[lass of something much]

*breaks free and tries to open the door*
*the door gives way and I tumble out*
*runs off into the thick woodlands*

[Verdauga]

Wait just a minute. . .
*Walks out and checks he mailbox number.*
Oh, this is the wrong address.
*Grabs Lass and moves to the correct safehouse.*
There! Now you're safe.

[lass of something much]

*is not grabed*