<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">"Fuckin' bitch, wait 'til I ram my swampy cock down ..."</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br/><em>'Eeeeuuwww'</em>was Happy's immediate mental response to the image this phrase conjured up ... although he quickly realized he wasn't sure just what a "swampy" cock would look like, nor did he have any desire to find out.<br/><br/>These random musings helped to keep his mind off the disappointing result of his imaginative leaf-carpet ploy, which had turned out to be an enormous waste of time -- literally hundreds and hundreds of short sprints, for nothing.  His spirits lifted momentarily, though, when his stone shovel successfully dislodged a small hunk of the monster's calf.<br/><br/>The move against Jane caught the speedster completely off-guard and made him stop short, to weigh the risks of attempting his planned assault with Jane in the Elemental's clutches.  Her lack of a transformation upset J.D.'s expectations as much as it did Athena's, though he hoped it was an indication that Janet was becoming harder to summon; for his part, he preferred that the doctor's cute little bod was kept all to hims -- er, that is,<em>her</em>self.<br/><br/>While the boss-lady addressed Mudface, her fleet-footed teammate was scouring the ground nearby for a second rock of just the right size and shape to use as a scoop.<br/><br/>The hero counted on Flashcard's remarks to distract the villian from his attack.  While Oscar spoke, H.T. darted in and started flinging mud everywhere, using the rocks in either hand to dig into the monster's body from behind.  His rapid arm motions sent the loosened chunks soaring high into the air in long arcs, to prevent or at least delay any attempt to reassemble himself.  Bits of the Elemental's substance were scattered in every direction, smacking against trees and ground foliage in a gratifying series of distant plops.  To forestall his foe's efforts to retaliate, J.D. made sure to zip away after every dozen swings or so, only to zoom back in and resume the digging on a different part of his body.<br/><br/>He managed a dozen such trips before his senior partner finished making his offer.  As long as he could get away with it, Happy had no intention of stopping his runs until he got down to the immobile under-stuff.  He was determined to find out just how many licks it would take to get to the Tootsie Roll center ....<br/><br/><br/><br/><hr/><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 8pt;">OOC:  For you youngsters who don't get the reference. (http://www.tootsie.com/gal_licks.php)  :)</span>