1880.
Kurtz: But why not... *whispers into Crimson's ears* Both of us... pleasure her?
Lurea: *blinks, unable to hear a word that Kurtz is saying.* Eh?
1881
Me - *suddenly appears between Kurtz and Crimson, also whispering* Me three?
1882.
Crimson: That works too. *removes himself from Kurtz and slowly approaches Lurea, bending down and kissing her hand* Care to join us?
1883.
Lurea: *giggles* Awww... I would love to.
1884
Me - ^_^ *produces a wine bottle* Anyone want a drink? *grins at Lurea*
1885.
Lurea: *blinks* As long as it's nice and isn't drugged, yes. *smiles, and wags her tail*
1886.
Crimson: Hmmm, you what would go great with that. *pulls out a pie* Some cookie pie, plenty for everyone. *divides up some slices for everyone*
1887
Me - *frown* Drugged!? *splutters indignantly*
1888.
Crimson: *yawns* Well, I'm bored. *zaps innocent bystanders on the street with his ray gun*
1889.
DMX: That's why the SDP never gets tired of having insane people like Crimson. Cheers for INSANE science!