A Scripta

"Frost is gonna have ice cubes when he sees this fucking mess!"

Timetripper tried not to laugh as she manhandled the shop-vac into the quiet room area. Idaho bent to help her.

"Thank you, Sonic, for stating the obvious," Idaho snapped, bringing the vacuum in. "Now help me with this table?"

Sonic Butterfly flitted down on his gentle wings and took one end of the table. With a quick thrust of his rocket boots, he lifted the table and helped guide it out. Trip started the vacuum and the men went down the hall to talk.

"What the hell happened?"

"I brought Ariel down here for a talk."

"Ariel. Oh, the new chick. I can't keep 'em all straight, Idy." Sonic pretends to pull out a small notebook and makes a flipping motion, then pretends to pull out an imaginary pen and poises his hand over the imaginary notebook. "C'mon, details, man."

"I don't kiss and tell."

"Fuck you," he snapped jokingly. "You got laid at least? Chanted her name like I told you?"

Idaho rolled his eyes and turned away.

"Find the cli--"

Idaho whirled around quickly and punched him solidly in the jaw. "That's enough!" He burst into flame.

Sonic flipped head over heels in midair and forced himself to back away. Sonic laughed. "Idy's in love!"

"So what?" he snarled.

"Dude, you're not supposed to love 'em."

"I'm sure it's better if you do."

"No, it ain't. 'Cuz women hurt you, man, the sooner you realize that, the better."

"I hurt her first."

"Oh? Howzat?"

Idaho motioned pulling out an imaginary pad and pen. "My list."

Sonic nodded. "Oh yeah, man, you gotta stop bein' so nice t' people."

"It's the way he is, Sonic." Trip approached the two men. "Duncan, can you go burn the stones and dry them? I'll go get some new mats in a jiffy." She looked at Sonic. "Better get some ice for that jaw."

"Aw, c'mon," he pouted, "can'tja heal meh?"

Trip glared at him. "You deserved it." She walked on into the workshop.

Sonic flittered over to the quiet room and peeked over the now scorched bookcases. "Hey, Idy?"

"Hey, Sonnie?"

"Listen, man, I'm sorry. But, hey, uh... d'ja use protection?"

Idaho stopped sending bursts of fire along the floor to look up at him. "No."

"Aw man, did she go use Plan B?"

"Sonic, I don't--"

"Dude. You don't want little fire babies runnin' around already."

"They say clones are infertile."

"Doncha think you should get that checked?"

Idaho looked at the area they had been in. "I will, after this."

"Good man. I'm too fuckin' young t' be a godfather."

"Sonic, you're in your 30's."

"'at's what I said..." And he flew away.