Fun in the Sun!
[Boy, it is hot out! Elizabeth Hurley née The Devil is lounging poolside in a little black number and working on her tan.]
Mm. . . A few hundred degrees hotter might be better, but I guess we have to make do with what we can. Are you sure I can't get you to rub some oil on my back, Sam? It's awfully hard to reach back there, you know.
[Yes, the Antichrist is poolside as well with a hose laid innocently nearby. There are even a few tubs of what appears to be ice-cream too! What could possibly be wrong this time?]
[[The pool is empty! Feel free to have your characters enjoy the view and take a completely unrefreshing dip into concrete. Also, the supply of cigarettes in the camp shop has returned. ♥ Oh, and ice-cream is all sugar-free orange sherbet and sorbet. . . And melted into a warm soup, by now. Devil out.]]
Mm. . . A few hundred degrees hotter might be better, but I guess we have to make do with what we can. Are you sure I can't get you to rub some oil on my back, Sam? It's awfully hard to reach back there, you know.
[Yes, the Antichrist is poolside as well with a hose laid innocently nearby. There are even a few tubs of what appears to be ice-cream too! What could possibly be wrong this time?]
[[The pool is empty! Feel free to have your characters enjoy the view and take a completely unrefreshing dip into concrete. Also, the supply of cigarettes in the camp shop has returned. ♥ Oh, and ice-cream is all sugar-free orange sherbet and sorbet. . . And melted into a warm soup, by now. Devil out.]]