Of Pranks and Toads
[happens after this]
Dom: *Scowling at the textbook as I try to cram the useless facts into my brain, I notice the memo which Dean Viggo left on my desk earlier. I try not to smile as I imagine his horrified reaction to the dead possum, and decide there's no use whining over having to wash his car, turning back to my book*
Billy: *I knock lightly on your door before swinging it open, not bothering to wait on an answer from the other side* Dom? *My eyes search the small room before settling on your figure. Seeing you pour over a textbook with an enraged expression on your face, I have to bite back a laugh and try in vain to keep the humour out of my voice* Sorry mate, didn't realise you were studying. I'll come back later if you're busy.
Dom: *Brightening up, I turn around and wave you in* Oi you git, I'm not busy. Come in...and you'd better see this memo Dean Viggo sent me, the sod found out it was us that left the dead possum under his car. *hands you the memo* We've got to wash the car tomorrow morning.
Billy: *groaning as I take the memo from you* What? You've got to be kiddin' me! *My eyes quickly scan the piece of paper before setting it down on your desk* Any idea who the idiot that grassed us in is?
Dom: *Eyes gleaming* I say it's that wanker Steven who lives down the hall, he's got it in for me ever since I filled his shoes with tapioca pudding. How about we get our back at him, eh?
Billy: Well even if it turns out not to be him it certainly won't do the bastard any harm. Been a while since we last pulled something on him *recognising the familar gleam in your eyes, I grin at you* Ah, been planning something Mr.Monaghan? Got anything particular in mind for young Steven?
Dom: Hmmmn. *pretends to stroke chin thoughtfully* I could think of a few things. How soon you reckon we could get a sackful of toads?
Billy: *taking a seat on your bed I shrug at your question* Few days I suppose. Oh, unless we raid the bio lab. They usually have all sorts of things down there for experiments and the like. I'm sure they wouldn't miss some toads.
Dom: *Grinning madly* You're the Sigfried to my Roy, Bills. Just love ya. How about I go raid the bio lab for the toads, and you go find a can of molasses or treacle, or some really sticky substance? We could meet back here in....*glances at watch*..about half an hour?
Billy: *I nod* Right then, kitchens for me I suppose *bouncing off the bed I head for the door calling over my shoulder* See you in half an hour then Roy!