Originally Posted by kitchenelf
Kitchenelf; Sounds like you were practicing some form of hand-strike, or maybe breaking a board. I can visualise it right now. Here's this littel pixie-like creature flittering around the back yard, throwing knife-edge hand strikes agains farious twigs and branches of the apple tree, screamin Hiwayawwww with each strike. Twigs litter the ground underneath.
In the background I hear the sounds of a disgruntled hb hollering "Kitchenelf! How 'bout makin' with some supper. I's gettin mighty hungry in here."
A gleam reflects off of Kitchenelf as she buzzes her wings and flits through the open kitchen window. "How about some hot wings, dear?"
"Yeh, hot wings. That's great."
Kitchenelf reaches for a bottle of insanity sauce and liberally splashes the wickedly hot sauce onto her hb's chicken wings. She laughs coldly (which is hard to do with that diminutive, high-pitched elf voice).
She carries in the wings, and a bottle of cold brew (also laced with the insanity sauce) and hands it two her hb. He reaches for it eagerly...
And we all though she was such a sweetheart.
Seeeeeeya; Goodweed of the North