>From "Sailor Phone and the Communications Convergence Calamity"

"I wouldn't touch that dear."

Sailor Phone spun around to face two familiar figures standing hand in hand.

"Pacifica..." The woman with the long green hair wore an elegant
aquamarine dress in an eclectic mix of Japanese and Mexican styles.  Her
dark green eyes had the hard, distracted look of a woman who had killed
every pet and plant with neglect.

"...and S.W. Belle..." The short haired blond was attired in western
shirt tucked into blue jeans tucked into rattlesnake boots.  The effect
would be fetching, if not for the ruthless glint from her cool blue
eyes, under the Stetson.

"...an item?  I don't believe it!"  Sailor Phone gasped.  "You've got
nothing in common, even your dominions aren't contiguous.  And isn't
this incest?  You're sisters after all."

"Get over it, Sailor Hangup."  S.W. sneered.  "We've got permission from
uncle Hundtgroup."

"But don't we make the cutest couple?"  Pacifica held her "fiancee"
closer.

The pair stepped apart, to deploy their attacks.

"Local Loop Monopoly Lariat!"

Sailor Phone stepped aside, but S.W. nabbed her by the neck anyway.

"Connection Contract Regulation Competition Submerge!"

Sailor Phone, already struggling for breath could not resist Pacifica's
attack.  The last thing she heard before passing out was S.W.'s
drawl. "I reckon we'll have a lynching."

Dangling, semiconscious, she felt the gnawing in the fiber above her.
With a snap it parted, dropping Sailor Phone on her end a few feet
below.

In a much much more graceful fashion, Izden dropped on his four possum
paws beside her.  "You handled that one smoothly."  He said.

"They took me by surprise, but I know a secret."  Sailor Phone removed
the noose from her neck.  "S.W.'s transformation theme is ``Even
Cowgirls sing the blues''.  Come on, let's go tap their lines."

	Henry J. Cobb	hcobb@slip.net          http://www.io.com/~hcobb