[:plant:] FIASCO: A game of powerful ambition & poor impulse control.

Sounds like fun, I'd like to be in.

I vote for Tales of Suburbia, Reconstruction, and News Channel Six.

Jam it back in, in the dark.

I'm certain that I read somewhere that Pang and Stop Sign are FAMILY.

That's a 2 out of the dice pool.

DICE POOL: 1, 1, 2, 2, 2, 2, 3, 3, 4, 4, 4, 5, 5, 6, 6, 6

There's nowhere I can't reach.

Not only do Stop Sign and Rychord have history, but the restraining order is still in place.


That's a 5 out of the dice pool.

The pool: 2, 2, 2, 3, 4, 4, 4, 5, 6, 6, 6

This thing is sticky, and I don't like it. I don't appreciate it.

Lurker and Pang should be ashamed for fooling around on the air, IN THE KITCHEN SET FOR CHEF RON'S COOKING SEGMENT.

2, 2, 3, 4, 4, 4

That's the last 6 gone.

I am a dolphin, do you want me on your body?

Pang and Stop sign are going to settle their marital differences using TOOLS OF THE TRADE.

Last 3 gone, so the dice pool sits at 2 (but Pang said Lurker can choose anything she wants because the 2 is wild LIKE PANG AND STOP SIGN AFTER A FEW BEERS).

I'm the lead anchor for the ACTION SIX NEWS, and I was hired for my looks, not my brains. On camera I'm the star, and if I think you're trying to steal my job, I'll do anything to stop you.

I was speaking idiomatically.

Chet Bradley, lead anchor for the past 10 years, enters the break room with droopy eyes and his usual plastered on anchor smile. He stayed up entirely too late last night at the local Emmy Awards in Topeka, celebrating yet another second place finish to that bastard Dave Reynolds at 10 Eyewitness News. "One of these days, Dave," he mutters under his breath for the umpteenth time.

Chet's mood brightens when he sees Hilary peddling her energy drinks. He purposefully strides into the room, shoves Randy and puffs up his chest. "I'll take one of those, darlin'," he drawls, tipping his cowboy hat at the supple Mrs. Thunderhumpen. After a manly swig of Vitapurge, he feels the stress of the previous night melting away, and he give the surly weatherman a hearty pat on the back.

"So what's it going to be for the weekend, pal? Should I start latherin' on the sunscreen now?" Dr. Thunderhumpen starts to answer, but before he can get a word out, Chet interrupts him. "Why am I askin' you anyway? I'd get a more accurate forecast from Randy's balls!" Chet guffaws to himself as the weatherman's frown deepens.

"Speaking of your piss-poor forecasts, I've got someone I'd like you to meet." Chet points to a beat up cardboard box in the corner of the room. The anchor walks over, bangs loudly on the side, and a flap opens on the side to reveal what appears to be sleeping quarters for a hobo. A small man crawls out and stares unblinkingly at the confused Action Six News staffers.

"Everyone, this is Carlos. Me and the sports genius were drivin' home from the bar last night after the awards, you know, 'cause what else is there to do in this town? Anyway, we see Carlos here trying to hitch a ride and we think to ourselves, you know what'll win Action Six the Emmy next year for sure? Mexican news! So we stuffed him in the trunk, and now we're going to put him on the air. We'll get him started with the weather, 'cause if you can do the job, Thunderhumpen, then this little frijole can do it blindfolded with a chicken tied to his head."

Thunderhumpen's face turns a very dark shade of red, and he turns to the coffee machine and begins noisily pouring a cup of coffee. It takes all of his self control to keep from rushing Chet and grabbing him by the throat, but one more of those incidents and he'll be giving the snow drift reports in Juneau.

With the weatherman distracted, Chet glances underneath the bottle of his sports drink, and sees a white dot. He smiles. "If Thunderhumpen only knew what a vixen his wife is," he thinks to himself. Hilary had a system: white dot means "meet me in the executive washroom at 11" and black means "not today". Chet can see a white dot under Randy's bottle as well. The day is really looking up.

What kind of toxic man-thing is happening now?

What happened to Lurker's turn?

How ya doing, buddy?