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To: Madrox, Jamie
From: Blaire Alison
CC: Guthrie, Paige
Subject: Calling in the expert!
Hiya Jamie!
So, we're thinking of trying to find a way to pry, lure, tempt or otherwise separate Hank from the medlab. This may or may not involve exploding Twinkies and a lot of fast running which will serve us no purpose since Hank could catch us all anyway.
You in?
(That was only a rhetorical question at this point, because you are and we all know it.)
:D
Alison
From: Blaire Alison
CC: Guthrie, Paige
Subject: Calling in the expert!
Hiya Jamie!
So, we're thinking of trying to find a way to pry, lure, tempt or otherwise separate Hank from the medlab. This may or may not involve exploding Twinkies and a lot of fast running which will serve us no purpose since Hank could catch us all anyway.
You in?
(That was only a rhetorical question at this point, because you are and we all know it.)
:D
Alison
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Date: 2004-08-03 02:39 am (UTC)From: Guthrie, Paige
CC: Madrox, Jamie
Subject: To your rescue then...
I never said I didn't. I'm just in a bit of shock still.
So, what do I have to do? And what's a straightwoman?
(Right down to buisness, that's me.)
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Date: 2004-08-03 02:44 am (UTC)From: Madrox, Jamie
CC: Blaire, Alison
Subject: Re: To your rescue then...
A straightwoman, or straightman, is basically somebody with a really good poker face and/or innocent act. The person in cahoots with the pranker(s), whom the prankee does not suspect is in cahoots, and therefore the prankee allows the straightperson to hand him or her the means of his or her downfall.
Basically what you need to do is, once we rig whatever it is we're rigging to drive Doc McCoy out of his lab, we give it to you, and you go down to the medlab and be yourself, trustworthy straightforward not-conspiratorial-at-all Paige Guthrie, and you hand it to him, and then you walk casually away just like you would normally until you're out of sight, and then you run like hell while giggling madly. Sound good? :)
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Date: 2004-08-03 02:55 am (UTC)From: Blaire, Alison
CC: Guthrie, Paige
Subject: Re: To your rescue then...
Yeah, and the running away part is really important. But we'll cover for you and all!
Right. Jamie? Escape plans. We need those too.
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Date: 2004-08-03 02:58 am (UTC)From: Guthrie, Paige
CC: Madrox, Jamie
Subject: Re: To your rescue then...
I'm good at running! Um. And being myself!
Yeah. Clearly I was made for this job.
(Twinkies are the devil by the way.)
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Date: 2004-08-03 03:02 am (UTC)From: Madrox, Jamie
CC: Blaire, Alison
Subject: Re: To your rescue then...
We'll rig a book, then. Believability is key, and nobody thinks it's weird you giving people books.
Escape plans. Right. Alison, can you have a car waiting, and we can flee to the ice cream place for celebratory sundaes?
And you both realize, right, that there's going to be a great and terrible vengeance? We're all okay with the idea of the vengeance, right? Because he's so going to get us back for this. :)
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Date: 2004-08-03 03:17 am (UTC)From: Blaire, Alison
CC: Madrox, Jamie
Subject: Re: To your rescue then...
A book is good. Paige, we promise the book won't be hurt much, okay? Maybe.
Car will be waiting. We should have a few distractions for Hank on our optimal escape route too.
Ice cream and celebrating is a go! Shall reserve at every place in town that takes reservations so Hank has to look a leetle bit at least. ;)
Heh heh. He is. But he'll have to come out of the lab for it!!!
Alison
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Date: 2004-08-03 03:20 am (UTC)From: Madrox, Jamie
CC: Guthrie, Paige
Subject: Re: To your rescue then...
I'm gonna have to pretty much gut it to get a decent stink bomb in there, actually. Sorry, Paige. We'll find an old hardcover there's duplicates of, OK?
Timer and pressure sensor, I'm thinking. That way, if he opens it, it'll go off, and if he puts it aside while he goes back to molesting bacteria, or whatever it is he's doing in there all the time, it'll still go off.
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Date: 2004-08-03 03:27 am (UTC)From: Guthrie, Paige
CC: Blaire, Alison
Subject: Re: To your rescue then...
Poor, poor book...
But I get ice cream, so I'll forgive you.
However, if the return prank is to harm my books I will not be pleased. Hopefully he knows better.
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Date: 2004-08-03 03:31 am (UTC)From: Madrox, Jamie
CC: Blaire, Alison
Subject: Re: To your rescue then...
Ice cream makes everything better. And don't worry, I'm pretty sure he'll want to get all of us at once. :)
OK. We're going to need the book. Paige, can you find one? Hardcover, and the closer to an inch thick the better. I'll make the stink bomb. Alison, once Paige has the book, can you laser a hole in the pages? Give it . . . say a three-quarter-inch margin on every side? And keep . . . twenty to fifty pages whole, front and back, depending on how thick the book is.
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Date: 2004-08-03 03:40 am (UTC)From: Guthrie, Paige
CC: Blaire, Alison
Subject: Re: To your rescue then...
Sigh. I have one. I'll get it to Alison shortly.
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Date: 2004-08-03 03:42 am (UTC)From: Madrox, Jamie
CC: Blaire, Alison
Subject: Re: To your rescue then...
Nothing irreplaceable. :) I'll get you a new copy of whatever it is.
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Date: 2004-08-03 03:41 am (UTC)From: Blaire, Alison
CC: Guthrie, Paige
Subject: Re: To your rescue then...
I can do that. Just bring me the book.
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Date: 2004-08-03 03:59 am (UTC)From: Guthrie, Paige
CC: Madrox, Jamie
Subject: To your rescue then...
Bringing!
(And I even found one that's out of date and everything.)
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Date: 2004-08-03 04:41 am (UTC)From: Blaire, Alison
CC: Guthrie, Paige
Subject: Re: To your rescue then...
Oooh. Darn, better make sure Miles can't see. He's taken a liking to books lately.
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Date: 2004-08-03 04:44 am (UTC)From: Madrox, Jamie
CC: Guthrie, Paige
Subject: Re: To your rescue then...
Roomie to the rescue. I've been wanting a Warcraft rematch anyway . . .