Tanathir: After them!
Agents: Aiiiieeeee!!! *run for their lives*
oqidaun: *chases after, brandishing Plunger of Pain and Punishment*
Earelan: *also chases, Can Opener held ready*
Wenelda: *chases as well, flexing Nutcracker in a suggestive manner*
Tanathir: *pulls out Mighty Pen, and writes:* "But the Agents, clad as they were in red-and-blue striped Speedos and fluffy bunny slippers, could not escape the Hugonuts."
Agents: *POOF* What the hey?! Where did these cossies and slippers come from?
Brown: Arrgh! I can't run in them!
Smith: Me neither!
Jones: Slowing...down...can't...escape!
Tanathir: *writing* "The Agents realized the futility of trying to escape, and decided to accept their fate gracefully. They sat down and calmly awaited the approach of the Hugonuts."
Agents: *all sit down and wait*
oqidaun, Wenelda, and Earelen: *in amazement* Go, Tanathir!
Smith: We must resist! It's that virus-female Tanathir, trying to bewitch us!
Brown: Oooh, I'm feeling all funny down there!
Jones: I hope this won't hurt...
Tanathir: *writing* "Agent Smith, to his surprise, found himself looking forward to becoming better acquainted with the Hugonuts."
Smith: This might not be so bad after all...
Tanathir: *Mighty Pen flying over the page* Suddenly, Agent Smith spontaneously multiplies into enough clones for each Hugonut to have a Smith of her very own.
Smiths: *in unison* Dammit!
Hugonuts: *approach slowly, adopting seductive poses* *CENSORED*
Jones: I can't look...
Brown: What are you doing?
And the rest of the story?
*CENSORED*, of course!