Cuteness Errupts Part 2.

Tarka:
 
Sandy steeped into the elevader and glared at the hundreads of buttons on the 
panel next to the door. Why did she have to travel all the way up to the 50th 
floor. She thumpped her tail against the side of the lift and waited as a 
pudgy looking wallaby got into the elevader with him. "Good day mate."
 
Sandy just stared at the back of the other wallabies head. The first floor 
and there was already someone else abourd her life. Now life really sucked.
 
"you haven a bad aday?"
 
She glowered even more... should she respond or not.
 
Terry:
 
"You don't have to respond," the wallaby said, "I can read your mind. Right 
now you're thinking about... ahhh, naughty naughty."
 
Sandy gritted her teeth, and her tail whumped hard against the side of the 
elevator. She was about *this* close to wringing his fool neck. So when the 
bell *dinged* at the second floor, as someone else tried to get on, she 
decided to get off early.
 
"What do you know?" said the wallaby, who'd pressed floor 49 right in front 
of her, "This is my floor too."
 
Odious:
 
Sandy hopped quickly out of the elevator eyeing the other wallaby and mumbled 
something about needing to get to work ducking into the nearest break room 
hoping he would believe that she actually worked on that floor.  Only her 
stalkerish friend came in the door not but five seconds later and started 
fixing himself a cup of coffee, black.  "So, what exactly do you do for the 
company, and I don't believe you've told me your name yet miss?"
 
Morticon:
 
Sandy sighed.  "Why don't you just read it from my mind?"  She snapped back.  
If only she could go back and stay in bed, even if it was all alone.  The 
other wallaby smiled, "Well, Sandy, it was a lot easier to take a glance at 
your employee ID.  I'm Dexter."  He extends his paw.  Sandy grumbled, and 
shook. "Hi... Dexter.  Look, I work in the redlining department.  We've been 
in hot water the past month and today I have to go explain why to the CEO, 
Mr. Snivley!  You've heard how he is, right?  He could flick a booger on me 
and do a pink slip right there!"
 
Vassily:
 
Sandy looked at his chest. "I don't see a badge on you Dexter. Which makes 
you a coffee thief." She smiled a slightly lopsided smile. "So, Dexter 
Sinister, International Coffee Thief, what do you want?"
 
Dexter tried grin back back amiably. "No, I'm in Accounts Receivable on 49." 
He made a strange gesture with his paw against his shoulder. "AR, representing-
. And I sort of forgot my badge. You're not going to call the burly badgers 
on me are you?" He sipped his coffee. "You just looked like you needed 
someone to talk to you. Do you always avoid people when they say hello?"
 
Tarka:
 
Sandy glared at the male and just scowaled at him. "Look, its none of your 
business if I don't want to talk with people or not. Noneof your beeswax at 
all... and dump that damndable accent... it isn't flatterying." She tired to 
sidestep him and walk away... but he seemed to be blooking the only real door 
out.
 
"Alright alright!" He held up his paws. "The accrent is a farce... but still 
you look like you need to talk with someone. I figured that I had time.
 
Terry:
 
"Don't make me have to call security," Sandy growled, but Dexter wouldn't 
move aside.
 
"Oh, I don't think so," he said, nonchalantly, "There's no phone in here -- 
it's not wired at all. And after the privacy suit last month, no security 
cameras allowed in breakrooms." He smiled at her sweetly. "So talk to me, no 
one else will know what happens here."
 
Sandy opened her mouth, and screamed at the top of her lungs!
 
Odious:
 
Sandy took a few steps backwards tentatively as Dexter moved in backing her 
up against the wall.  Having no place to go she quickly fumbled in her pouch. 
 Keys, wallet, coinpurse, damn... Ah, the mace!  Whipped it out pointing it 
at the advancing wallaby shouting "Back or you'll be hurting!"
 
Morticon:
 
Dexter smiles to himself, closing the door behind them and using the lock.  
"Now Sandy, I'm just trying to help you.  No need to get so violent.  Truth 
is, we have lots in common."  Sandy relaxed a little.  "We do?"  She asked, 
in disbelief.  Dexter nodded, "We're both in big trouble at this company.  
You already know you won't have a job after you leave his office, and I know 
when I go to the 49th floor, they'll escort me out with a box of my things.  
But we're both good employees, right?"  Sally nodded, though wondering if she 
really /was/ a good employee.
 
"Sandy, what we have to do is... become superheros.  In this building."  He 
continued, "And this break room is a great place to start."
 
Vassily:
 
"Superheroes? Here? In this building?" Sandy looked deeply into his eyes to 
see the tiny pinwheels twirling within. "Dexter, sweetie, you have until I 
count 5 to open that door and stand aside before I give you a facial, 
cajun-style."
 
"It'll be fun, capes, masks ... casting fear into the hearts of evil-doers. 
It'll make you feel alive. Come on Sandy, live with me."
 
Tarka:
 
Dexter just chuckled and held out his wee wallaby paws. "I' a super hero 
love... that stuff will not hurt me at all... and I can make you a super hero 
as well!"
 
That was the last straw drawn down her back... so she let loose with a stream 
of hot foamy liquid right into the offending wallabies face. It splattered 
over his face but all he seemed to do was lick his lips and smile. "Spicy 
lov! Very spicy!
 
Sandy just gapped... maybe there was something to this super hero stuff. Then 
she narrowed her eyes and looked at him... no longer annoyed for the first 
time.
 
Terry:
 
"So your superpower... is being immune to mace?" she asked, mockingly, 
although not as angrily as before.
 
"Not *just* mace, love," he said, "Tasers, rubber bullets, karate and judo -- 
I'm immune to all nonlethal attacks. And I *can* read minds -- the minds of 
people feeling weak and helpless. People like you. Well, in the elevator, 
anyway."
 
"Call me... The Mugger!"
 
Odious:
 
"Stay out of my head you!" Sandy quipped, "but please tell me more of this 
superhero busness.  How is it that you can do these things?"
 
Dexter reached into his shirt pocket and pulls out a metal whistle, "This 
little beauty isn't just any ordinary whistle.  Blow on it and it will give 
you strange abilities.  I found it in a cereal box but it seems to have some 
strange runes on it."  He handed the whistle to Sandy.
 
Tarka:
 
Sandy looked at the whistle with treppedition and the symbles along the side 
of it. She knew something about hold text and writing and would have guesed 
that it was cuniform. Babalonian or later, but the whistles didn't really 
look that old. "So all you do is blow on this and you gain supper powers?"
 
"Yep my love. Alls ya do is blow on that. I did that many years ago and it 
has given me so much in life."
 
Sandy gave it a shot and blew on the whistles.... once and loudly.
 
Nothing happened.
 
Terry:
 
"It didn't do... anything..." Sandy started to wobble, feeling suddenly 
weak... then collapsed on the floor.
 
She woke up chained to a wall, naked, with a bunch of rough-looking wallabies 
playing poker around a folding card table. The air was full of smoke, the 
only light was from a neon sign advertising various brands of beer, and the 
walls looked like she was in some kind of cave.
 
"God damn it!" she shouted, "Every freaking time!"
 
Odious:
 
Sandy looks around groggly turning her head to look at a metal door as it 
squaks loudly open and in walks Dexter.  "You!" she exclaims.
"I see you're awake and not feeling any more empowered I see."
 
"Just what do you think you're doing?  Unchain me this instant!  Besides, I 
have to pee."
"I don't think you're in any position to be making demands my deer."
 
Tarka:
 
She hissed at Dexter through her teeth. "You fillthy creeton! Get me out of 
here right now!"
 
"Now now shella.... I can just hold a cup under here and we can all watch you 
go." He picked up his fosters and took a swig of it. "That bloody mase hurt 
you know."
 
Sandy pulled at her bonds and hissed at the wallaby... possitivlly furious at 
the jerk.... She didn't think much about her own safty though.
 
Terry:
 
Strangely, she heard herself hissing in stereo, and felt her tail seem to 
lengthen and stretch. Of its own accord, it wrapped around Dexter's legs 
before he could do more than yelp -- a giant python wrapping him up in strong 
coils and hissing at his face. Sandy was totally freaked, since somehow she 
could feel everything this snake (she refused to think of it as her tail) was 
doing, and even thinking, and it felt awfully hungry.
 
"What the hell?!" Dexter said, struggling against the snake. "There's no such 
thing as superheroes!"
 
"My little friend disagrees," Sandy said, giving him an extra squeeze. She 
felt like she was about to go insane, but stress did often bring out the best 
in her. Or at least, the most vicious. "Now let me go!"
 
Odious:
 
Dexter nervously fiddled in his shirt pocket and produced a keyring and 
proceeded to unchain Sandy from the wall the snakelike tail wrapped around 
his leg.  The other shady looking wallabies previously playing poker were 
staring as she stood up and lifted Dexter off the ground by the leg with her 
snake-like until he was eye to eye with her.
 
"I told you to stay out of my head."  she said and proceeded to suck Dexter 
down feet first as he flailed helplessly.