froodly's id: Ohhhh froodly...

*nothing happens*
froodly's id: *ahem* *louder*
Ohhhh froodly... *nothing happens* *sound of offstage snoring*
*id stomps off, annoyed... sound of offstage butt-kicking by an imaginary gargoyle, whatever that sounds like... muffled raised voices... id stomps back*
froodly's id: 'Scuse me. I had 'im all hypnotized-like, and the maroon went ta sleep, snorin' through his cues. *rolls eyes* Miss Shell, I put up with a lot from this big twit... *ahem* Now let's try again: Ohhhh froodly...
froodly: *high voice* Yes, id? *bats eyes prettily*
froodly's id: Ugghhh... cut it
out wit' da eyes thing... man, that's just
wrong... an' only funny once, when
I did it. An' you're rainin' on my parade here! Miss Shell says I gotta say "it's time".
froodly: It's always time for something, id. Did you have something specific in mind? Hey, I had to get up early today, and it's been a long day, so...
*id magic: id manifests as Miss Shell*
froodly's id: *using Miss Shell's voice* Does the
Ghost in the Shell jog your memory?
froodly: *pauses briefly, declines to take the bait* The whole field of femdom humor lies open before you... and you're opening with
that? Robot shell jokes? Id, leave the Very Bad Jokes to us professionals. Wait... *large eyes* You mean it's
time time?! *tosses id the cerebellum keys* Ok, lil' dude... *presents ponytail and shoulder blade for id to grab* let's go! *quivers eagerly*
froodly's id: *impatient* Dude, this is S&M, and you're harshing my image, here... Can you at least
try to look anxious?
froodly: *quickly, eagerly* Nope. Not a chance. This is Miss Shell we're talking about. Now, let's go! *waves ponytail for id to grab*
froodly's id: *manifesting as Miss Shell* Frodo, come here, boy. It's time. *grabs ponytaile, and a deep muscle grab over right shoulder blade, pulls insanely happy froodly into the
Ice Sounding Chamber*
froodly: The
Ice Sounding Chamber?! Id, this is the kitchen!
froodly's id: *sigh* Look, ya gonna work wit' me here or not? We gonna ice-sound some cock tonight an' make Miss Shell happy, or we gonna... whatever it is ya bin doin' so far?
froodly: *quickly sits in chair, naked, legs spread* Right. Sorry. Ice-sounding it is, then. Oh, good heavens,
please, ice-sounding. Hop in, and hook up to the nervous system, id. We're supposed to be ice-sounding
your cock tonight, so you can borrow mine.
*id hops into froodly's head, and hooks up to froodly's nervous system*
froodly's id: Hey... dis is pretty coooool! Ya never lemme actually
feel stuff wit' yer own nerves before... Wait. *twitch, twitch* How come yer cock is so damn sensitive an' twitchin' right now, already?
froodly: Oh, that would be the general effect of Miss Shell. If you hadn't been off surfing the Idternet all day, you'd know that. *smiles* And remember how she said, "You are to sit in a chair and place your ankles against the legs of it. You will not need rope, for my words shall bind you to the chair."? You're stuck here, lil' dude, no choice but to
feel the stuff you normally perpetrate on me. *smiles wickedly*
froodly's id: *doubtful* That "wicked smile" thing works better on Miss Shell, ya know... *starting to panic* Hey! Lemme go! You're in
cahoots wit' Miss Shell to make
me feel a cock ice-sounding!!!!
Cahoots, I tells ya!
froodly: *points to small red sports car over by Miss Shell* Yes, the 2013-year model
Cahoot is the only sports car small enough to drive onto the Web. Miss Shell and I are thinking of opening a Milovana Cahoot Dealership. Would you maybe like to invest?
froodly's id: Damnú ort! Bualadh craicinn bod! Focáil leat agus téigh trasna ort féin... agus... feisigh do thoin fein! *notices froodly nonchalantly juggling polyester socks, looking significantly in the direction of Cleveland, and shuts up*
froodly: Oh dear... Ah, Miss Shell? I'm afraid id has said some Very Bad Words. This is in total contravention of your injunction to avoid vulgarity. *hopeful voice* We shall have to leave it in your capable hands to address the matter later. :) For the nonce, however: Id, remember "Miss Shell said", and "Calm, boy" -- this is from her.
froodly's id: *light dawns* Oh. Oh! Oh, crap. Miss Shell, I'm really sorry I said all dat. I was outta my mind. I thought Frodo here was gonna... well, Cleveland is
bad, ya know. But if it's
you gonna be, like, in charge here, well, then... that's right & proper, like. *looks apologetically at Miss Shell*
froodly: I dunno what's more disturbing -- you cursing or you apologizing... Never mind. Shall we get on with it?
froodly's id: Oh, good heavens yes! Please, please,
please let's get on with it! *spreads legs wider and looks hopeful*