Ok, here's my work for
's pumpkin carving contest!
Can you uncover the true horror of Roth's pumpkin?
Roth: There, finished!
Frisky: What, that's it?! How lame! For all the security you set up, you'd a thought that you were making a bomb
in here or sumthin'
Roth: I enjoy a modicum of privacy when I work...
Frisky: But this is so weak! Don't they allow you SF'ers any creativity? This took you what, five minutes?
Roth: The time was in the detail work.
Frisky: Details?! What details? Ooh look at all the little squiggly little lines! You know, I did crap like this when I was, like four, or sumthin'
Roth: Well, then, if you are so creative why don't you do one?
Frisky: Sure thing, stinky, I'll show you what a true artist can do!
Roth: Oh, dear, what have I done!
Frisky: There, there's art!
Roth: *gapes* That's, ... ... that's, ... ... I'm at a loss for words....
Frsky: Didn't think I was capable of it did'ja?
Roth: No, ... I ... *turns pumpkin sideways* Is that even physically possible?!
Frisky: Of course! I'm a firm believer in truth in advertising, here, watch...
Roth: No, really, please, don't ...
Frisky: Hee, hee! *bend, fold, pop, snackle, rip*
Roth: O_o;; ... ... (I really did not want to see, or hear that)
Frisky: Ow ...
Roth: Uhh, was that fabric I heard tearing?
Frisky: Nah, just velcro I have there just in case
Roth: (covers eyes) I take it that you haven't done this since your teen years.
Frisky: SHUT UP! and help me up!
Roth: I can't even look at you, let alone touch you!
Frisky: Oh, come on, uber prude! I need help! Just shut your eyes and I'll tell you where to put your hands...
Roth: Riiiiight. I'll just get a spatula and a blanket.
Frisky: Sounds kinky!
Frisky: No wait, don't leave me! Honest, I can't feel my legs, I feel faint, I ... *passes out*
Roth: Miss Friskela? ... Miss Friskella? *leans down over her face.
Frisky: (Mouth-to-mouth, you twit)
Frisky: No, wait! Hrmph! Stifftail loser prude! Doesn't know how to have any fun!
Fine, who needs him!
Heh, I'll just pop back into shape...
*grunt, twitch, oof*
Uhh, into shape?
... ... ...