*must...force...self...to write...*
The door opened. Silence.
And then, "ARE YOU STARING AT MY BOOBS?!"
"Uh, no!" stammered out Stan.
"Oh. I've always considered them to be a strange asset..."
"Must not...make...juvenile comment..."
"Well, am I here for help finding a job or not?"
"Er, yes, yes!" Nervous coughing. "So, um, name?"
"Princess Angela of Altena."
"Ah...Altena? Where exactly is that?"
"Sub-Zero Snowlands. In the north. Surrounded by mountains, snow and all that other cold stuff."
"But...wait, so if it's so cold...how do you stand it?"
"You better damn well adjust, or we haul your butt out to the wolves."
"O...kay..." Some paper shuffling. "Do you have any, uh, strengths?"
Automatically Stan knew it was the very, very wrong thing to say.
"Was that a double entendre?"
"NO! I just wanted to know if you had any strengths! You know, skills, or, uh, experience, or...crap - "
"ARE YOU TAKING ME TO BE SOME COMMON WHORE? TAKE THAT!"
The lady's weapon - a staff with some round gem embedded in the top - smacked soundly into something solid. By the sounds coming from it, it was obvious which item had survived the collision.
"Please, relax!"
Only another double entendre came out of that. Angela yelled something, and the room was promptly blown apart.
"Riesz was right when she called you a pig!" she shrieked at the man. "I can't STAND a man who doesn't treat a girl right! Hmph, I'll take my 'skills' elsewhere, thank you!"
The remains of the door slammed as she stormed out, then disintegrated on the floor.
The door opened. Silence.
And then, "ARE YOU STARING AT MY BOOBS?!"
"Uh, no!" stammered out Stan.
"Oh. I've always considered them to be a strange asset..."
"Must not...make...juvenile comment..."
"Well, am I here for help finding a job or not?"
"Er, yes, yes!" Nervous coughing. "So, um, name?"
"Princess Angela of Altena."
"Ah...Altena? Where exactly is that?"
"Sub-Zero Snowlands. In the north. Surrounded by mountains, snow and all that other cold stuff."
"But...wait, so if it's so cold...how do you stand it?"
"You better damn well adjust, or we haul your butt out to the wolves."
"O...kay..." Some paper shuffling. "Do you have any, uh, strengths?"
Automatically Stan knew it was the very, very wrong thing to say.
"Was that a double entendre?"
"NO! I just wanted to know if you had any strengths! You know, skills, or, uh, experience, or...crap - "
"ARE YOU TAKING ME TO BE SOME COMMON WHORE? TAKE THAT!"
The lady's weapon - a staff with some round gem embedded in the top - smacked soundly into something solid. By the sounds coming from it, it was obvious which item had survived the collision.
"Please, relax!"
Only another double entendre came out of that. Angela yelled something, and the room was promptly blown apart.
"Riesz was right when she called you a pig!" she shrieked at the man. "I can't STAND a man who doesn't treat a girl right! Hmph, I'll take my 'skills' elsewhere, thank you!"
The remains of the door slammed as she stormed out, then disintegrated on the floor.