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

Tinkletoes holds up a hand and snaps his fingers, TP appears. The faerie calls forth a Bowie knife that floats into Tinkletoes’ waiting hand. “Permanent changes aren’t really necessary.” Carp says as he pushes Tinkletoes' knife wielding hand down. “Not for an informal dress rehearsal.” Francesca looks at Carp. She raises an eyebrow as she takes his statement into consideration. “I suppose not." She continues, "Having all of one’s fingers can be useful in combat.” Tinkletoes raises his knife, “The really good stories feel authentic.” “Tinkle boob is getting ready to do something stupid.” House calls out. “I don’t care what anyone says, I am not cleaning the mess up. I demand professionals.” Writer Lady turns away from the monitor and sees the tip of the knife pressed against the base of his right index finger. “ Is it this one?” He asks, looking at Francesca. “ No.” “ What about this one?” He asks placing it against the mid

“Yeah.” Tinkletoes responds. He looks at Carp. “So...what do I do?” He asks. “You’re looking to me for direction?” Carp asks feigning surprise. Tinkletoes looks at Carp and waits. “I’ve always wanted to have my own production.” He gushes. Carp turns to Writer Lady. “May I set the stage?” “You know that world as well as I do.” She smiles. “Go for it.” “In this story you are John Wick. A notorious and deeply feared assassin. A legend. You are known as The Bogey Man or Baba Yaga. John Wick is the baddest of the bad. He is the man that you send when you want to kill The Bogey Man.” Tinkletoes repeats, “Bogey Man. Bogey Men are bad news. How many guns do I get?” Carp looks at Writer Lady. “Based on my story line, as many as you can commandeer.” She responds. “Are there, grenades?” Tinkletoes asks. She raises a brow, “There might be.” “But not yet.” Carp says. He looks the self-proclaimed mercenary over in his close fitting mixed cammos and regul