~Cere takes his muse out of the box, holds it by the collar and looks wistfully at his saddened, limp demeanor, pen dripping ink on to the floor.<br/><br/>"OK...OK...what's with the expression?! I may have...overstepped the mark and given you a slap when you didn't really deserve it.  I...apologise! There...I said it! Now get to doing something creative huh? I mean, what do I pay you for? Well Ok, I don't pay you...but still, there's a principal here!"<br/><br/>~His muse, used to the verbal battering, holds in a wry smile. He knows that he is really loved and cherished.<em>It's just that this stupid prick of a writer has too much air in his lungs at times!</em><br/><br/>"Now that's much better! You've given me an idea for a story about muses. What if a couple of muses were to form a union and gang up on their writers...?"<br/><br/>~Cere sits down at his desk and opens a blank page..."Musical Chairs!" Cere's muse, Arthur, begins to dictate...Two muses gang up on their writers and hatch a plot to get even...the muses demand to make their writers submit to their whims...after all...the writers are at their mercy!<br/><br/>"What's that silly grin doing on your face, Arthur?"<br/><br/>;D<br/><br/>And thanks Cherry!  :-*