Mindless Banter

Panelist: A-tha-lia

*gets thrown into her cubicle to do something somewhat productive* Hmmph... rotten ol' rotters... cads... *sits up and brushes herself off* I'll show them... I'LL SHOW THEM ALL!

*crawls into chair and starts hammering on her typewriter* ... what the? *throws typewriter out the window and pulls over a laptop* Ah, much better, wot.

Another month of insanity rolls around and I'm being forced to come up with something interesting for an article this month. My inspiration is zapped, I haven't slept in two weeks, my coffee supply ran out, and they expect me to work under these conditions. Sheesh! And I still don't have enough signatures for that petition against underage drinking in Redwall...

*sighs* What to ramble, what to ramble... *rubs her ears* P.W., please, stop screaming about the tack Greystreak put in your seat. Isn't that better than the cheese whiz last month? Temm is sleeping again... lazy, good for nuttin'... oh, speaking of nutting, I need to get those nuts candied... Trick-Or-Treaters wiped out my supply a couple'a months ago.

Yes, I'm rambling. MUST. THINK. OF. PRODUCTIVE-NESS. *bangs head on desk until she's knocked unconscious*

{In Atha's dream}

*A dark figure, wreathed in smoke walks forward* Atha... Atha...

Athalia: Neh? Wha? Where am I?

Figure: Atha, you must go...

Athalia: *raises eyebrow* Go where? Why?

Figure: You must go... see... Temmlock...

Athalia: Go see Temm. Okay, I can do that.

Figure: He is... in danger...

Athalia: WHAT?!

Figure: Go...

Athalia: Oka... hey, who is you?

Figure: P.W. Marlfox...

Athalia: ... P.W., how many time have I told you to stop invading my dreams?

Figure: Oh, sorry. Wake up, anyway.

Athalia: Okay.

{Back in the office}

*wakes up groggily* Neh? Where's Temm? *pads into the staff room* TEMM! WATCH OUT! *pushes him out of the way of a stray dart* Matthias! Watch where you're throwing those things! Well, you can't really since you're blindfolded, but that's no excuse to try to kill the editor!

*walks back into cubicle* ... and I still don't know what to write. *bangs head on desk again*