Saturday Night Silliness -- Random Musings of a Writer Lady and Her Cat.

Getting no response Monitor Man continues, “Monitor Man, it's so wonderful to see you! Pie?” He asks, mimicking Writer Lady. He looks down at an imaginary pie that he is holding. “That looks amazing. I don't mind if I do.” He says. He lowers his head to eat only to have it redirected by Writer Lady as she gives him privy to her view. “What the...” He says as a pair of giant bubbles zooms by their heads. “What are those things?” “Bubbles.” Writer Lady says. “Flying bubbles.” “Something is inside.” “I think that it might be...” Writer Lady pauses as they watch the bubbles that had just flown past their heads lower to the ground. “...some form of transportation.” “In this mess?” Monitor Man asks. “Yes.” Monitor Man studies Writer Lady looking for more information. “Haven't you noticed that the rain is not as heavy now?” Writer Lady points skyward. “The vegetation is so thick that we aren't getting drenched like we were when we were

Carp reaches out and touches the antelope's offered hoof.  Hey it's a hoof.  The closest you can get to a hand shake is a fist bump.  You think that I make this stuff up as I go along?  So, Carp reaches out and touches the antelope's offered hoof.  “Carp.”  He says introducing himself. “The writer with the bows and arrows.” “With terrible aim.”  Tinkletoes says, bumping his fist against Black Buck's hoof. “Tinkletoes.”  He says introducing himself. “The Great Ninja-Zombie Slayer.” “And the next President of the United States.”   The self-proclaimed mercenary adds. “Yes of course.”  Black Buck agrees. “How is your campaign going sir?” “Well...um..things have been better.   My VP disappeared on me.” “Monitor Man?  That's not good.” Carp watches Tinkletoes and Black Buck as they talk.   “How did you know about us?”   Carp asks looking at the antelope. Black shifts his gaze to Carp and smiles.  “TP visits quite frequently to sh