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Wendy
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Jun 29, 2009 03:50PM

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But hey, I really like what ya'll have done with the place! Horace, what a sweet creature! ...but why are there a pair of shoes and some unopened mail lying under his leaves?
Demon problem hu? I hate that...I know a good witch doctor...I'll send him over when I can.



Um, Wendy? Did you bring Miguel over? Because that looks like his big sexy arm in Horace's mouth.

*leaves note in large box with a finger print lock, so if Paul comes to visit he can't read it. In the box there is a bar of chocolate too*
Hey guys,
I'm really bored and I wondered what would happen if I left a baby at Paul's place. So that's what I'm going to do! It's a robot but a very sophisticated robot that with the help of magic can do all that a human baby can do as well as grow up. I haven't created multiples for fear of a Rozen Maiden reaction. Which has happened before when multiple dolls have been created with magic.My great great grandmother made multiples of these dolls and they will kill anything and anyone denying the dolls of attention from there orderer.
No people were harmed in the making of this letter

Hi guys! I brought my friend, I just call him Bob. He is still learning English, but he's great!
He's to help when the demons get past Paul's Barrett .50 calibre, and the sprinklers with holy water. He's a master at exorcisms.
*Horace begins to snap in Bob's general direction*
Bob, stay away from Horace. *makes snapping gesures with arm* Big plant... BAD!


Bob, T-E-N F-E-E-T...yeah, sometimes you just have to say it louder for him to understand. ;)
Maybe it's better if you stand here Bob... *pulls Bob a good safe distance from Horace*


Here Bob. *makes circular movements with a bar of soap to demonstrate use*
Run in the holy water sprinklers with the bar of soap...then he'll be doubly affective and smell better!
Great idea!


I'll leave some more green paint so that he can patch things up when he's done.
Oohh, I think I'll need to bring some more soap though.
Is it just me...or did the fertilizer make grow Horace larger? Jeeze, he's like, 8 feet tall now. We may need to get some police tape to keep people away.



Here Bob, you can have this one. I don't like poopy shirts. **removes pink tank top and gives to Bob*** It's okay, I wore my bikini under it, I know, that's a white belly. Haven't had time to go out in the sun in less than that. I cut the grass the other day, but it was kind of cloudy out. Leave me alone, I'm getting a shirt.
Bob, Pink is really your color. NO-don't eat it. Shoot, that's going to hurt later.


Remember that plant talked on Little Shop of Horrors, 'Feed me Seymour!'
Horace hasn't spoke yet, but give him time. he's still a baby.



sorry girls, but now Horace will be okay for a day or so, lets get those laxatives, while he's chewing.
Oh, by the way, where should we put UM's package?



Where's Bob anyway... Bob,.... BOB?
*Hears a soft snoring sound from adjacent shrubbery*
Oh, there you are Bob, sleeping so soundly... I'll let him sleep. We can wreck more havoc...um, I mean, continue our work, tomorrow.
Oohh, that pink tank top is FIERCE on Bob! I'll have to compliment him tomorrow!
*tip toes out*

You'll be fine, as long as you listen and control yourself. Jeez, it smells bad in here. I brought some air fresheners and some baking soda to put on the pooh, I'm told it absorbs odor so lets cross our fingers.

*sprinkles on bakin soda and hides the air freshners*

(paints with arms and hammer paint*

The air fresheners seem to be doing the trick. Now the paint appears to be dry too!
Horace, you look nice today, and you haven't grown too tall. Keep it up.
Now, where is Bob?? Bob.... oh, BOB??
Hmmm....


Well, I didn't see Bob sleeping behind that bush, did I?
By the way, we need a batch of stronger tasers.

Bob is sleeping behind the bush? Still? Man, he sleeps a lot. I hope he's just sleeping. Imagine trying to explain the dead guy covered in pooh with a bone in his face to UM. We'll just feed him to Horace if he's dead.

Most of Bob is unconscious behind the bush. I'm afraid Artie managed to get a leg off before I could stop him. That little bugger's got some set of teeth on him. Anyway, I used those string things that UM was wasting holding up bushes to make a tourniquet. He didn't lose that much blood considering...
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