As the cool early dawn air caressed her silken skin, she stretched langorously in the soft bed of furs. She felt wonderful; releasing She Who Hadn't a Drop of Testosterone for the day and placing her in charge of DAR briefly had been a terrific idea, allowing Rambi a break from the numerous and irritating executive duties that plagued all dictators, although she was sure no dictator had ever tried to control a more unwieldy group of people than these undisciplined DARians. And she hadn't counted on the unceasing maternal nagging that the One Who Obsessed on Etiquette would commence once locked in her cerebellum. It was exhausting. She checked the full length mirror to see if the night's rest had restored her luminous vitality and was pleased; the dark circles were gone from under her azure eyes and the bloom restored to her perfect face.
Picking up Ol' Boom, her trusty Uzi, she headed from the RambiDen down the hill to DAR. It was immediately obvious that releasing She Who Was Everlastingly Enervating had been a critical error. From the open front door, across the porch and into the yard flowed a contaminated river of small, obscure posts, spreading like a cancer over the Darian fruited plains. O Daria! O Daria! She spread her blight on thee! Tears of frustration filled her eyes, darkening her long lashes and catching the early morning light like diamonds before melting down her flawless cheek.
She stormed into the living room and viewed the sleeping bodies strewn about the floor, where they had obviously fallen exhausted from their disgusting postgrubbing exercise of the previous night. She should have known. Troublemakers, all of them. Nihil, Coby, X.ANd where was the Wimpiest of All Women? Probably off to Linens n Things, or getting her nails done, or worse, off on some ridiculous junket with that mealy-mouthed TC.
It was time for a barbacoa--- a very large one--- indeed, she might be the only body left standing to enjoy it. But NO! This wasn't to be believed! The Sacred Barbacoa was GONE! It was then she noticed the faint odor in the air. SHe rushed to the door and lifted her irresistibly lovely nose and sniffed delicately. The unmistakable scent of Special Sauce wafted over the hills from Feelings. This new Coven was out of control.
Not only that, she blushed with shame for them, they had left out the nuoc mam.
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