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by Cyb |
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| Chupa
Chups: 0 v. v. bad! Lex Licks: 0 |
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| Dear Diary, Something very strange happened today. Master's diablo father came to the castle today all in a flurry of anger and hair. "Would SOMEone exPLAIN this to ME?" he asked, flinging down a computer printout onto Master's desk. I stood silently in the corner, as is my wont, and pretended to dust and fondle the blue bottles of love, which is also my wont. Master Lex stretched out his sexy sexy self and casually picked up the printout. His little not-so-furry eyebrows went up in interest. "Interesting, Dad, looks like you've been beaten. By Enrique." I almost dropped the Ty Nant. Me? Beat diablo father? Oh no! Had they found that part of my website where I discussed my fantasy of kicking Senor Luthor's ass after he bested Master in fencing? But no, that is not possible, because I did not link that page from anywhere. Still, I trembled like the sequins of my scarlet tubetop on a windy day. "HOW did a lowly SERVant BEAT me?" Senor Diablo asked in a huff. "This must have been RIGGED! I'm going to get to the BOTtom of this." With that, he stormed out, but not before fixing me with a look so cold that Little Enrique's two friends almost shriveled from the chill. I could only hope he did not mean my bottom. Only after he had left did I dare to approach Master Lex's desk and look at the printout. Diary, it seems I won some kind of poll with 44% of the votes. Papa Diablo got considerably fewer votes. So that was the kind of beating he meant. "Master, I'm afraid," I said tremblingly. "Don't worry, Enrique, we'll figure out what to do," he said with one of his luscious smiles. "Why don't you take the rest of the afternoon off? Spend some time with Sneak--I mean Pete." Yay! So that is what I am off to do now. I was so busy today that I had no Chupa Chups, but hopefully there will be much Enrique licks tonight. And some beatings of things, but only in the good way. |
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