Silver Dingo
September 3rd, 2005, 12:38 AM
sniff sniff, the mutantville air smells good tonite, dingo patols the city limits looking for holes. Funsuckers will try anything to get in and cause mahem in his beloved mutantville.
!EARS UP!......What was that......dingo strains his eyes, ah, just a drunken reveller returning home from a night in the lounge. Dingo ghosts the tipsy mutant to his door, all is well.
Back to the border he trots, satisfied at another unheralded task completed.
!A FIRE!...Dingo runs in in a crouch to investigate, ah, its punchy, soak, boogy and tenspot havin a boys night around the campfire, Good mutants one and all, free to roam the county as they please with the mods blessing for their courageous efforts during the great mod attack. Judging by the singhed undys and the tub of burn cream it was obvious to the dingo the boys had been on the burritos and beans again. Dingo gave an inward smile at the thought of the shenennigins this lot got up to alone.
The flames danced and licked better than dd on a good night till they hypnotised the dingo, He sat there gazing into the orange eternity and reflected on his day. It was a full day and he felt content with the tasks achieved. quite a few mutants undertook the test he setup and most passed with flying colours, sure some got belted round the ears with a beercan but they straightened up and came through in the end. Heck, supermutant mecrowe could have passed twice in the allotted time frame.
Then there was the task of upholding the moral standards set so high by the city fathers, Unsavoury work having to nip a few heels but work that must be done regardless. Hopefully it will have a happy outcome and the town will not lose any citizens as a result. One of the landlords had a birhday that went over really well, Some of the pranks at previous birthdays would make a teamster blush but they all wished him well and had a good time. Coooool. Maybe he wont put the rent up next year.
A bit of matchmaking between geek and miked was next on the agenda. dingo smells heartthrob there. Of course the unit went into denial and got all flustered but that is how units are. Dingo is watching closely, there could be a happy union there.
The cat was unusually quiet, always a worry for the dingo when she's like that, barely a peep till nightfall when she threw a few disparaging remarks at magenta man and his ability to cover the ground in a rarified atmosphere, No matter, dingo will watch her tomorrow. As a point of interest dingo thinks the only way magenta man can cover ground is by laying on it. He chuckles to himself at that little pearl.
A sudden shriek jolted the dingo from his hypnotic state, Ears up and full attention he sought the source of the sound. Oh ****, it was tenspot with the bic lighter again, A comical sight with a big handfull of cream daubing the offending area while the other three rolled on the ground howling till their sides hurt.
At that the dingo trotted a wide berth so as not to interrupt their fun and headed straight for the lounge, even at this hour the fun was rollicking along, Elk and missty were on bar duty pouring long cold beers for the mutants and lookin cute as ever in their little french maid outfits. A credit to the gender those girls. dingo was proud to know them.
Over by the dukebox obs was stickin out one leg then the other while the mutants tried to hump their hardest, She had those boys on a string i tell you. I swear they would die for her some days.
Dingo trotted up to the bar beside Olsey and redcharm and said, a beer for my paw please. The girls humored his weak attempt at the same old joke and shot him a couple of long cold beers. The first one vanished without touching the sides and he settled back to slow pull on the second. Missty scratched behind his ear while elk tickled his belly and made his left foot thump. Dingo always had a soft spot for them.
He bid them goodnight and walked outside to a glorious full moon. Unable to contain himself he gazed aloft and let out a mighty howl, proclaiming to all mutantville, I am the great Silver dingo. Sleep in peace for i watch over you.
Then trotted up the stairs and lay on the verandah beside the porch swing to dream of the great southern desert.
!EARS UP!......What was that......dingo strains his eyes, ah, just a drunken reveller returning home from a night in the lounge. Dingo ghosts the tipsy mutant to his door, all is well.
Back to the border he trots, satisfied at another unheralded task completed.
!A FIRE!...Dingo runs in in a crouch to investigate, ah, its punchy, soak, boogy and tenspot havin a boys night around the campfire, Good mutants one and all, free to roam the county as they please with the mods blessing for their courageous efforts during the great mod attack. Judging by the singhed undys and the tub of burn cream it was obvious to the dingo the boys had been on the burritos and beans again. Dingo gave an inward smile at the thought of the shenennigins this lot got up to alone.
The flames danced and licked better than dd on a good night till they hypnotised the dingo, He sat there gazing into the orange eternity and reflected on his day. It was a full day and he felt content with the tasks achieved. quite a few mutants undertook the test he setup and most passed with flying colours, sure some got belted round the ears with a beercan but they straightened up and came through in the end. Heck, supermutant mecrowe could have passed twice in the allotted time frame.
Then there was the task of upholding the moral standards set so high by the city fathers, Unsavoury work having to nip a few heels but work that must be done regardless. Hopefully it will have a happy outcome and the town will not lose any citizens as a result. One of the landlords had a birhday that went over really well, Some of the pranks at previous birthdays would make a teamster blush but they all wished him well and had a good time. Coooool. Maybe he wont put the rent up next year.
A bit of matchmaking between geek and miked was next on the agenda. dingo smells heartthrob there. Of course the unit went into denial and got all flustered but that is how units are. Dingo is watching closely, there could be a happy union there.
The cat was unusually quiet, always a worry for the dingo when she's like that, barely a peep till nightfall when she threw a few disparaging remarks at magenta man and his ability to cover the ground in a rarified atmosphere, No matter, dingo will watch her tomorrow. As a point of interest dingo thinks the only way magenta man can cover ground is by laying on it. He chuckles to himself at that little pearl.
A sudden shriek jolted the dingo from his hypnotic state, Ears up and full attention he sought the source of the sound. Oh ****, it was tenspot with the bic lighter again, A comical sight with a big handfull of cream daubing the offending area while the other three rolled on the ground howling till their sides hurt.
At that the dingo trotted a wide berth so as not to interrupt their fun and headed straight for the lounge, even at this hour the fun was rollicking along, Elk and missty were on bar duty pouring long cold beers for the mutants and lookin cute as ever in their little french maid outfits. A credit to the gender those girls. dingo was proud to know them.
Over by the dukebox obs was stickin out one leg then the other while the mutants tried to hump their hardest, She had those boys on a string i tell you. I swear they would die for her some days.
Dingo trotted up to the bar beside Olsey and redcharm and said, a beer for my paw please. The girls humored his weak attempt at the same old joke and shot him a couple of long cold beers. The first one vanished without touching the sides and he settled back to slow pull on the second. Missty scratched behind his ear while elk tickled his belly and made his left foot thump. Dingo always had a soft spot for them.
He bid them goodnight and walked outside to a glorious full moon. Unable to contain himself he gazed aloft and let out a mighty howl, proclaiming to all mutantville, I am the great Silver dingo. Sleep in peace for i watch over you.
Then trotted up the stairs and lay on the verandah beside the porch swing to dream of the great southern desert.