| Chapter 9 - Roseidous "Alright, bunny, here's the plan.." Roseidous whispers to the dead fuzzy bunny. Roseidous feels something moving in his hair, but at this point, Roseidous is too engrossed with his evil discussion. He hears someone complaining with a voice very similar to Roses... Roses...? Roseidous thinks. It takes a few moments for it to sink in. I thought it would take longer for the restoration process to take place, but I guess it was sped up by that bean I ate last night. Roseidous picks up the limp bunny and turns towards Roses. "It's you! Roses!" SLAP!! "Ow! Wha...what was that for?!" Roseidous rubs the deceased bunny against his red, stinging cheek. "What do you think, Rosy?!" Roses stands with her hands on hips, frowning. "Er..." Roseidous pauses, sensing a trap. "Do you know how long I've been stuck in your hair? Do you realize how long I had to endure you and your weird shampoo?! Huh?! DO YOU?!" Roses clenches her fists. "But...Roses, it was necessary! I did it to save your life!" "How stupid do I look, Rosy-boy?" "Stop calling me that!" "Okay, Rosy." Roseidous grabs the end of his long hair, pulls, and his entire scalp comes off! "Oh, gross!" Roses shields her eyes. "Dont' worry, it's only a wig. A specially designed wig, it is what I used to restore your life. Roses, you were dead. Only this fabulous hair kept your brain alive and repaired your nearly-vaporized body." "How the heck could hair have saved my life?" "Roseidous points to the inside of the wig, where a matrix of circuitry and futuristic nodes lay in a mess of polyroseyate. "It was created by Chris, from my own hair, and powered by my studliness. It was the only way. I had to shave my head to do it. Thank you, my dear, for the thank-you slap you so graciously gave me." "Well...umm, you're welcome. And here I was, plotting to take over the male race with Holli and Tyrael's so-called 'sexy' butt." Roseidous snaps his fingers. "That reminds me..." Roseidous marches over to Tyrael, and yanks down his pants. "What are you doing?!" Tyrael screams. "Just what I thought," Roseidous says, looking down at the spinning disk glued to Tyrael's Spiderman underwear, "a hypnodisk. You are very disturbed, Tyrael. Pulling a trick like this to convince people you have a sexy butt...Despicable." "Oh, what're you blabbin' about, Rosy-boy?" Tyrael starts. "Don't call me that! My name is Roseidous! R-O-S-E-I-D-O-U-S!" "Whatever. Do you really think anyone believes you're studly?" "Of couse! What reason do they have to doubt me?" Holli cracks up in the background. Roseidous glances at Holli scornfully. "Ah, shuddup, Pen Girl." Holli returns the glare. "Don't make me use my magical powers on you...again!" "Ooooh, you're magical blindfolding powers! I'm scared now!" "People! People!" Roses interjects. "Stop this bickering! We're all friends here!" Everyone stares at Roses. "Uhhh," Holli says, "where have you been?" "In Roseidous' hair." "Oh, yeah, right. Sorry." Tyrael, still dumbed-up from Holli's aphrodisiacal pheromones, says, after pulling his pants back up, "Rosy-boy..." "DON'T CALL ME THAT!!!" Rosedous throws the wig at Tyrael. "...we need to settle our dispute once and for all." to be continued... < |