(I'm glad I'm auto-enjoying myself.
Hahaha, cool and Al are allowed to be in the same sentence without the word "not" being between them? OMG!
(I'm kidding, I'm kidding...)
One question: How is that Lidia, who was born in 1830 as a Scottish hick, likes Disney then? Course, Lid's kinda crazy, so perhaps that's it...)
The sane bit of my mind heard Rosa yelling in my head as the non-sane part went berserk on the Chupathingy. Elixir, elirir...
Sane-me contemplated. Berserk me took a horrible tasting bite out of the beastie and spat it out, trying not to puke. Sane me then remembered, Oh, oh, butt pocket, left cheek, left cheek!! On the fanny pack! Ummm... I'll get it, hang on...
A moment later, a small black thing came flying from the combatants, sailing not an inch from Rosa's nose before hitting a wall and landing on the ground. The object 'twas Lidia's fanny pack, and from a slightly open left cheek pocket rolled a small golden bottle. Monica's elixir, mayhaps?
(I've always wanted to yell left cheek...)