"Ooookay, make some fairy cakes."

She laughs, not knowing what she was talking about but going along with it.

erich emerges from what can only be described as a scale model of monticello rendered in beer cans.he is shirtless and missing a shoe.he rubs his eyes and duct tapes couch pillows to the wall.

erich:i hear we are down a gent? this is starting to look like pretty good odds as far as the male to female ratio goes.*rubs hands together and attemts to twirl his mustache.realizing he doesnt have one,he draws a van dyke with his trusty sharpie.

erich makes a cup of tea and looks out the window. he gently hums the bonanza theme song in between sips. he then uses his sharpie to write "foxy grandpa" on his tea cup.

erich:*smiles at her* my dear,i am fine as frog hair this morning. how's life treating you?

erich:i really couldnt say...if they did have hair,it'd have to very fine to not get water logged. *gets up to look at the thermostat.he gingerly taps the buttons to no avail.* hmmm. well,i've done all i can do. you can have my jacket though.im too tough to be cold.

erich:quiet indeed. i've seen rowdier funerals. with alex gone it has gotten really quiet. i think some mayhem is in order..*looks around trying to find where to start*

erich:*twirks duct tape roll around his finger thoughtfully* lets see.. there is you,me,giselle,bianca,and dave still in the house?

erich: maybe. it seems people keep crawling out of the wood work. how about we duct tape the bedroom doors shut and shout "fire" and watch everyone go nuts? i find nothing gets people going like the old "oh my god we're all going to die in a fire"trick.

erich: you are wise beyond your years. with the cling wrap we could see the terror on their faces. lets do it! we could aslo cling wrap the toilets too. that is a classi for a reason.

erich* takes her hand and helps her up* we'll have to be stealthy,like ninjas....we should smear the wrap with vaseline too.*heads for the kitchen*