Everyone ready to give Shelia and Alex a dinner they'll NEVER forget? ;)

Mike: Ready and rarin', darlin'. ;)

Davy: Daph and I are on our way! :D

Micky: *sneaky grin* You bet. ;)

Mick: I want a food fight! :) ;)

Shelly: Of course you do, Mick. ;)

Katie: I just want to kick some rear! ;)

*We begin with a shot of Alex walking down the hall towards the room Daphne is being kept in. He stops at the door and punches in a code. The door opens and he goes in. He's dressed in his tux, complete with red cummerbund.* ;)

(Daphne sits at a large, sleek vanity while a distinctly feminine robot does her hair. She wears a tight red wrap-around dress with a long slit in the skirt, a wide, sequin-trimmed belt, and a large ruby pendant on a gold chain around her neck. She doesn't look up when Alex comes in.)

Daphne: Alex, why am I going to this dinner?

Alex: Because I want you to. I need a date, and *eyes her* I must say, you look wonderful. ;)

Daphne: Thank you, but wouldn't Shelia serve that purpose better than me?

Female Robot: (Deep, feminine, but mechanical voice; pats Daphne’s hair, which is pulled into a French twist at the back of her head) There, Miss Daphne. All finished. You look very attractive for a human.

Alex: *makes something of a face* Please. Shelia will be spending most, if not all, of the dinner debating. *goes over and stops behind her as the female robot moves away*

Female Robot: Will that be all?

Alex: *to the robot* Yes, that will be all.

Daphne: She'll look just as good on your arm, though. (Sighs and shakes her head) Alex, I'm not going to play the games you want me to play. I'm a happily married woman, the co-owner of a horse ranch, and the mother of four daughters. I'm not going to be some toy for you.

Alex: *as the robot leaves* Don't you think I've realized that by now? :P

Daphne: (Turns to him) Then why are you DOING this?

Alex: *shrugs* Just because you say you won't be a slave doesn't mean I can’t force you to be one. ;) >:)

Daphne: You won't force me to do anything. X(

Alex: *puts his hands firmly on her shoulders and glares at her through the mirror* Muddling does wonders, dear Huntress. ;)

Daphne: (Grabs at his hands, trying to push them off of her shoulders) Get your GODDAMN HANDS OFF OF ME! X(

Alex: *tightens his grip; begins to concentrate* Who am I kidding? There isn't enough time before the dinner to muddle you or drug you. I'll just have to cut out the middle man. *smirks*

Daphne: WHAT? (Struggles) Alex, get off! X(

*Alex continues to concentrate, a black glow beginning to grow around Daphne.*

Daphne: What are you DOING? X(

Alex: *as the black glow consumes her* I'm showing you how good I've gotten with mind control. *smirks; the glow begins to fade* You WILL go with me to the dinner willingly. ;) >:)

Daphne: (Nods, her eyes blank) I will go to the dinner with you.

(Alex smirks and reaches for her throat. ;) )

Alex: Just a precaution, my dear. *Runs his fingers along her throat, a black light briefly appearing.* There. Now you're the perfect date. >:)

(Daphne nods again and opens her mouth to reply, but she no longer can.)

Alex: You need not speak. You're only for show. *reaches to take her arm*

(She slowly takes it, and he leads her out of the room to the hallway. The camera follows Alex and Daphne down the long hallway and finally fades in on a huge, glittering ballroom. Chandeliers sparkle overhead. People in fine clothing sit at a long table on one side. A heavy 80s ballad plays on speakers throughout the room. A large stage is set up on one side, complete with amplifiers and monitors. Alex leads Daphne to two empty seats at the table. Shelia is already there, dressed in a long black, bead-trimmed gown with large, ruffled, off-shoulder sleeves. She wears onyx bead jewery and long, dangling onyx earrings.)

Shelia: Hello, Alex. (Smirks) Hello, Mrs. Jones. Don't you look lovely?

(Daphne nods blankly and sits at the chair Alex pulls out for her.)

Alex: Hello, Shelia. *smirks* ;)

Shelia: The robot maids did a fine job with her. She's a pretty prize.

Alex: *nods* Isn't she, though? And a rather quiet one, at that.

Shelia: (Softer) Muted?

*Alex merely nods.*

Shelia: After dinner, maybe you should see about finding some drugs for her. Not as strong as the ones we're giving Tork, but it might be easier to keep her controlled for a while. She'll fight far more than he did.

Alex: I've already thought of that. I would've used them now had I more time before the dinner.

Shelia: (Whisper) There was a raid on one of First National's underground stations in an abandoned building in LA. The equipment was gone, but our robot force caught the engineer and the DJ who were there, both women. (Smirks) They're in the torture room. The robots have had some fun, but I'm sure you and Micky will want to finish the job and maybe get some answers from them. ;)

Alex: *slight smirk* Excellent. We'll see them right after dinner. ;)

(Human-like robots in tuxedoes and maid costumes scurry around, serving food and drinks. Society reporters in fancy dress take photographs and interview guests.)

Gossip Collumist 1: (Points at the next guest at the door) Oooh, there's Michael Nesmith, owner of the Magnetic South Media Corporation!

(Mike enters with an attractive, youngish, rather serious-looking redhead on his arm. She wears a short, flashy dark-green gown with lace trim and elaborate beadwork.)

Gossip Collumist 2: And is that the daughter of the head of Galaxy Motion Pictures, Suzanna Goodson? Could Magnetic South Media be buying the company...and everything that goes with it? ;)

Mike: (Nudges Suzanna) Suz, lighten up. Don't take what they're sayin' so seriously.

Suzanna: Mr. Nesmith, if we didn't have work to do here...

Mike: Everything's gonna be fine, Suz. Just look like you're havin' a good time.

Suzanna: Easier said than done. :p

(Mike leads the statuesque young redhead to the long table. He sits across from Shelia. She sits across from Alex. Daphne continues to stare ahead.)

Mike: Hello, Miss London. Haven't seen you in a long time.

Shelia: *nods; slight smile* It has been a long time, hasn't it?

Mike: Well, I've been busy with Magnetic South and buyin' Galaxy Motion Pictures. I'm gonna set up my own motion picture production company. I think musicals are due for a comeback, don't you? ;)

Shelia: Not the kind you're thinking of. :P

Suzanna: We're already in talks to use some of Magnetic South and Headquarters' artists in our film soundtracks. They're so gifted. The music I've heard on some of the albums, like that Madonna, for instance, is just amazing.

Shelia: If you like that sort of thing. :P

Mike: (Nods) Shelia, this is Miss Suzanna Goodson, of Galaxy Film Studios.

Suzanna: (Make a face) Charmed. :p

Shelia: (Nods and indicates Alex) You know Mr. Dolenz, one of Trinity’s Senior Vice Presidents. His date is Mrs. Daphne Jones, co-owner of the Sunshine Stables.

Alex: *rolls his eyes; props his head up in one hand* When is the food coming out? :P ;)

*Shelia glares at him.*

(Thankfully for Alex's oversized Dolenz appetite, the robots arrive with the first course, a simple salad of greens, mushrooms, and cucumbers in a light oil and vinegar dressing.)

Alex: *grins* About time. ;)

Suzanna: (As she eats her salad) Is there something wrong with Mrs. Jones? She hasn't said a word, and she's been staring at us like a statue or one of the robots.

(Mike briefly narrows his eyes at Alex and Shelia, but quickly returns to his original cool, unruffled stance.)

Shelia: She isn't feeling very well, but didn't want to miss out on the dinner. Don't mind her. She will be fine.

*Alex is chowing down.* ;)

(Daphne eats her food slowly, not paying attention to the guests or the conversation.)

*In the background, we see Micky slip in, dressed in a tux with a purple bowtie. He dodges a couple reporters and takes a seat at another table, just slightly out of sight of Shelia and Alex. He dives right into the salad.* ;)

Mike: (As he finishes his salad and reaches for one of the crusty rolls the robot waiters just set down in baskets) Hey, Shelia, how much are you willin' to pay to part with Trinity Records? ;)

Shelia: How much are YOU willing to pay to part with Magnetic South? >:) ;)

Mike: No fair, I asked you first. ;)

Shelia: More than you can afford. *smirks*

Mike: Which is what I'm gonna say about Magnetic South. I won't sell for the price you offered my secretary on the phone. I wouldn't sell a 45 in a back-end bootleg store for that amount. :p

Shelia: *eyes narrow slightly* Double it.

Mike: Nope. Not interested. (Grins) If you won't sell Trinity, how 'bout PPF? I could use some renovations on my ranch complex. ;)

*Micky flags down a robot waiter carrying another salad. He takes that plate and gives his empty one to the waiter.* ;)

Shelia: Are you insane? Selling PPF is out of the question. :P

Mike: Not even the antique stores? Victoriana is really "in" right now.

Shelia: Which is exactly why I'm keeping it. :P

Suzanna: What do you want Magnetic South for, other than monopolizing the music industry? :p X(

*Alex starts in on a couple rolls. He looks relatively bored.* :P

Shelia: *smirks* You're smarter than you appear, young lady. ;) >:)

Mike: (Glares at Suzanna, then turns his more benign gaze to Shelia) Shelia, I'm already in talks to buy shares of a couple of big, new industries. There are people in the San Fernando Valley who are bringing over some kind of Japanese technology for phones you can carry around in your purse or pocket. I think they'll be the next big thing. You could be in on somethin' big if you sell Trinity to us.

Suzanna: It'll allow you to concentrate on PPF.

Mike: You're much better with collectin' old things than with music. ;)

Shelia: *eyes narrow again* Perhaps I have my own connections to the Japanese, ever consider that? I LIKE being a major part of the music industry, which is why I wish to be the ONLY part. :P

Suzanna: You need a lesson in sharing, girl. :p

*Micky flags down another waiter for more water.* ;)

Mike: Miss Goodson...

Shelia: I've never been good at sharing, my dear.

Alex: *nods* I'll atest to that. *gets elbowed by Shelia* :P

(The robot waiters appear with the ordered-ahead main dishes. Mike has filet mingon with steamed vegetables and mashed potatoes. Suzanna has a salad with tofu and Chinese vegetables. A robot maid brings chilled wine to pour to the guests. Mike winks at one "maid"; she winks back. ;) )

*Shelia also has a salad, but with grilled chicken. Alex has a steak with baked potato and grilled vegetables. Micky receives three plates of food to everyone else's one.* ;)

Mike: (As they eat) Shelia, have you ever considered lettin' Trinity artists make videos with Magnetic South Studios? We have an excellent reputation, you know, and MSTV1 and 2 are two of the highest-rated cable channels in North America.

Suzanna: We'd showcase your artists in a very flattering light.

Shelia: *disbelieving* I'm sure you would. :P

(As the robot waiters clear the entrees, we see people begin to set up the theater. One of these people is quite clearly Peter, though his hair is pulled back tightly and he wears a bulky black suit with a narrow white tie.)

Mike: What's with the stage?

(Mike once again narrows his eyes when he sees Peter. Peter smirks briefly at him, then returns to tuning his bass.)

Shelia: Entertainment. You'll see. ;)

(A robot in a bright yellow suit, red shirt, and day-glow tie steps onto the stage as the band finishes setting up.)

Alex: *pulls at his collar* Is it getting warm in here? :P

Shelia: Warm? *rolls her eyes* :P

Mike: Nahh.

Suzanna: Actually, I was going to ask someone to turn up the air conditioning. ;)

*Alex tries to glare, but ends up groaning instead. He once again props his head in one hand.* :P

Shelia: It's definitely NOT warm in here. :P

*Micky picks up his wine glass and stares at it, going cross-eyed. He shrugs and tosses the contents over his shoulder. The wine hits a robot waiter, who merely mops it up with a towel it's holding.* ;)

Robot Announcer: And now, folks, a sample of what Trinity Records and Broadcasting has to offer for our prospective clientele! Here's Tork and the New Commdore Project!

Peter: (Nods) Hello, everyone. We're here to introduce some of Trinity Records' latest and greatest offerings. We think you'll love what we have in store for you. If you enjoy tonight's show, please consider buying shares in Trinity's stock, so we can continue to bring you quality entertainment with a devilish touch. ;)

(He launches into "Since You Went Away" as robot waiters wheel out the dessert carts and robot maids bring carafes of coffee.)

(What people don't notice as the show is going are are the movements being made behind the curtain on the stage, behind the windows and huge French doors, or on the beams on the celing. Several human stagehands watching the show are grabbed from behind and replaced with others, who sneak behind the stage curtain.)

Mike: (Stands) Will you excuse me for a minute, Shelia? I need to use your facilities.

Suzanna: Mr. Nesmith, do you want me to...

Mike: Miss Goodson, I'm a big boy. I can use the potty all by myself. ;)

*Shelia nods with a slightly silly smirk on her face, fairly oblivious to what's going on.*

Peter: (As he finishes the song) Well, there you go, backers. Just one of the fine songs at...

(That's when the sound goes out. Peter's mouth moves, but nothing comes out of the amps. He shakes his microphone, then taps it, then kicks it and motions for stagehands.)

*Micky snickers, finishing off his fourth dessert.* ;)

(Valerie runs up to Shelia at this point. She wears a simple but elegant yellow gown with huge-padded shoulders and a wide leather belt.)

Valerie: Hello, Miss London. (Sits down at her table where Mike was) Sorry I didn't get a chance to talk to you sooner, but I had to negotiate with Mr. Sunaki of RCA about the possibility of using some of their studios for our upcoming albums. (Frowns) Miss London, are you all right? You don't look quite like yourself.

(Suzanna smirks and nearly spits out her coffee. ;) :)) )

Shelia: *chuckles drunkenly* Did anyone ever tell you you look like Big Bird in that dress? ;)

Valerie: Um, yes. (Raises an eyebrow) Miss London, are you snockered? ;)

(Suzanna DOES spit out her coffee this time and nearly falls over laughing. :)) )

Shelia: Snockered...that's a funny word. *grins dazedly*

*Alex starts laughing loudly and can't stop.* :P :))

*Micky grins as he gets up from his table. He again shirks some reporters and slips back out the door.*

Suzanna: Mr. Nesmith ordered this wine. Finest French vintage.

Shelia: *slurred* Good wine... :)

Valerie: (Sips Mike's wine and shrugs) Tastes fine to me. (Turns to Shelia) Now, Miss London, I'm here to tell you I have no desire to sell Headquarters Records. Never in a million years, no, forget it, and absolutely NOT...and did I say 'no?' It's a family business. I started it with help from my late father, and I'm not about to give it up.

(Daphne tugs at Alex and opens her mouth to giggle, though she can't make a sound.)

Shelia: That's nice. *giggles*

(Peter is still onstage, kicking and cursing at the equipment and the stagehands. Robots are still making the pastry cart rounds.)

*Alex continues to laugh hysterically.* :P

Valerie: (Looks up) Um, I think we'll continue this discussion later. (Takes Daphne's arm; she also looks dreamy) Mrs. Jones and I are going to the powder room.

Suzanna: I think I'll stay here. I'm enjoyin' the show. ;)

Shelia: *waves; loudly* Have a great time! :D

*This only causes Alex to laugh even harder, so hard his face has now turned red.* ;)

(As Valerie heads towards the stage with Daphne, she waves her arms...and a huge net suddenly falls on the entire dinner crowd. ;) )

Suzanna: (Gets up and fights her way through it) Hey! I didn't order the seafood special! ;) :P

Peter: (Eyes widen) What in the WORLD...

Mick: *from the rafters* FOOD FIGHT!!! :D

(The black curtain behind the stage suddenly falls on everyone...revealing another group coming in through the wall. The robots all rip off their gear, revealing humans in suits and casual outfits...and laser guns. ;) :D)

*The rest of the kids appear with Mick, all holding various food items.*

(The kids all drop onto the net. Adults and their parents appear from under tables and the French doors and huge windows. Some of the former "robots" take stage.)

Peter: (As he struggles out from under the curtain) What in the HELL is going on here?

(There's a huge YEEEEHHHAAWWWWWWWW over the intercom as the amps crackle to life.)

"Rio": Howdy, folks! It's everyone's favorite music-spinner, here to show you where the real fun lies!

Emma: (Grins) It's Rio! I don't know how he did it, but he's here. :D

Katie: Awesome! :D

Peter: Damn him! (Runs offstage and out of the room)

Lauren: Like he said, he knows where the REAL fun lies. ;)

"Rio": My people and I are here to tell you that Miss Shelia London and Trinity Records and Broadcasting are fatter liars than Jabba the Hutt! She's been takin' money outta the pockets of strugglin’ musicians, then puttin' it into HER empire. She's a nasty piece of work, let me tell you. She's got no heart, no soul. She's the devil herself.

Emma: (Appears from the French doors with Lauren and a thick staff) Hey kids, why don't you make use of the kitchen raid we just did? ;)

Mick: *salutes* Gladly! ;) :D

*Mick leads the kids, directing them where to throw what, even though none of them are listening to him.*

"Rio": Why don't all of you have some of the finest music, courtesy of First National Radio? It'll be our treat. ;)

(Micky's vocals for "Heart and Soul" blare over the amps as the musicians kick into the music, quietly joined by a man from head to toe in black, standing back in the shadows and playing a mean guitar. He wears a trailing black velvet cape that shadows his face. The only bit of white that shows is his long, tapered fingers as they run over the strings.)

(The kids start throwing food left and right as the guests scramble out from under the curtain and the net. The remaining stagehands and musicians grab the pastry carts and join in. ;) )

(Valerie makes her short sword appear in a very muted dark blue light. Daphne stands in one corner, watching the proceedings dazedly.)

*Lauren and the twins turn over a table to take cover behind. Lauren yells, "Ready, aim, fire!" while Mick and Shelly begin launching everything from puff pastries to handfuls of ice cream.* ;)

(Katie dumps a fancy torte down one busy lady's considerable cleavage. ;) )

*Mick jumps out from the cover of the table and brings the still-dazed Daphne back to their "bunker." He sits her down and Lauren tries to snap her out of her daze while the twins continue heaving desserts at everyone.*

*One of the puff pastries actually lands directly in Alex's mouth, as he's STILL laughing. He stops laughing and chews the pastry. He swallows...and calls out for another!*

(Emma and a group of muscians take one wood plank and put it on an overturned crate. Some of the musicians load up one side of the plank with a pie or puff pastry. Emma hits the other side with her staff...making the desserts careen into the crowd. ;) :D)

(Katie tugs at Shelly's arm and indicates the shackles in her hands, then points under the tables most of the crowd is still struggling to get away from. The two girls grin at each other and crawl under the tables. ;) :D)

*Mick gets up from behind the table and grabs a cream pie. He sets himself on the corner of the stage and grabs a rope for opening the curtains. He gives a Tarzan yell and swings along the side. He tosses the pie before he starts to swing back to the stage. He repeats this several times.* ;)

(The girls get to Shelia and Alex. They shackle their feet together. Katie dumps wine down Shelia's dress, then pulls off her wig. Shelly stuffs another pastry in Alex's mouth. Both girls dive back down in giggles. ;) )

(Peter runs in the room with men in security uniforms, carrying odd, sleek guns, as the music runs down.)

"Rio": Looks like the fun's just startin', folks. Ol' Rio's gonna have to give up the floor, but not before he and the First National group give you one of Magnetic South Media’s late 70s hits. Hit it, boys! (He launches into "Rio," then puts down the guitar and gets off the stage as the vocal finishes. ;) )

Peter: (Stops the man in the cloak as he tries to leave the floor, holding out a large, elaborate bow and a black arrow to him) Leaving the party so soon, "Rio?"

"Rio": I don't enjoy the spotlight, Tork. You seem to enjoy it too much.

Emma: (Growls) No! Peter, get away from him!

Lauren: *rejoins Emma* Oh, dear. :P

Peter: We could use a good musician like you in Trinity, Rio.

"Rio": (Quietly) Never.

Peter: (Holds the arrow to his heart) I'm afraid it's come to this, then. You're going to die a slow, wonderfully painful death, which is what you deserve after all the pain you've given US.

"Rio": Sorry, Tork, but I’m not in the mood.

Valerie: (Runs to Peter) Oh, Peter! Stop that!

Peter: V..Valerie? (He turns to her...and is distracted enough that "Rio" disappears in a muted dark blue light.)

Emma: (Frowns and puts her hand on her heart; staring at where the dark-blue light was) Guys...

Lauren: Em?

Emma: Rio...I felt a...connection...to him...

Peter: Valerie? Is that you?

Alex: *crawls out from under the net; groans* What the HELL'S going on around here?! :P

*Suddenly, a faint alarm begins to sound.* ;) :P

Katie: This is, you jerkazoid! (Hits him with a pie and runs off with Shelly in tow back to their mothers. :D)

Emma: Oh no!

Musician 1: I think that's our signal to get outta here!

Alex: *wipes the pie off his face* I'm gonna get you. X-(

Katie: (As she and Shelly rejoin them) That's not good, is it?

Lauren: I have NO idea what that alarm is.

Emma: (As the security guards surround them) No, it isn't. (To the others) Rebels, get out of here. We've done our damage.

Alex: *eyes widen* "The Network!" :-O

*Alex severs the shackles with his heat beam and tries to makes his way to the door.*

Guard 1: (To Alex) What do you want us to do with the rebels, sir?

Alex: Lock 'em up somewhere! Just keep them here and outta my way! :P

(The guards and some rebels are exchanging laser fire; the guests are scrambling for cover. Suzanna Goodson pulls a small laser gun from under her dress and joins them.)

Peter: Valerie...

Valerie: Peter...

Katie: We'd better scoot!

Emma: Right. (Yells) Rebels, retreat! We'll regroup later!

Alex: Peter, get Daphne and come with me!

Peter: But, Master...

Valerie: PETER! DON'T LISTEN!

Alex: *steps up to Peter* Get her and come WITH ME! X-(

Peter: (Looks from Valerie to Alex) I...Master... (Gulps and takes Daphne over his shoulder, but looks wistfully and heart-brokenly at Valerie)

Valerie: PETER! OH, PETER, NO!

Peter: I'm sorry. I obey my Master.

Alex: Come along! Someone's interferring with "The Network!" :P

(Peter just turns away from Valerie and follows Alex with Daphne over his shoulder...but there's tears in his eyes. :( )

Valerie: (One hand out to him) Oh, Peter. What have they done to you? :(

Emma: (Grins as the other guests try to stand...and fall, as they're chained together) Let's make like a banana and split.

Katie: Our work here is done. ;)

Lauren: *chuckles* And done quite well, too. ;)

Mick: *licks his fingers* Very tasty! :D

Emma: Ok, everyone, blue light it! (Blue lights in various shades surround the small group; they vanish. Other rebels flee or are lead away by guards.)

*We switch to another room, which houses more computer systems, as well as another object that looks like a closet. Micky sits at a computer situated next to it, hunched over the keyboard, both hands on his head.*

Micky: *mutters* I can't believe he changed the ENTIRE programming scheme! X-(

(Alex storms into the room at the moment, followed by Peter, still with Daphne over his arm.)

Peter: Micky? What are you doing here? Shouldn't you be at the dinner?

(Daphne looks around Peter, a rather stupid smile on her face.)

Micky: *jumps up from the seat and leans against the desk* I was. I got bored. I wanted to play around a little bit. ;)

Alex: Then how come the alarm went off, or didn't you hear that? :P

Micky: Faulty wiring? :P

Peter: (Sets Daphne on a chair) There's something funny going on. Micky's aura is very suspicious.

Micky: Oh, come on, Pete! That's ridiculous!

Alex: I think you may be on to something here, Peter.

Peter: Micky, you're worried, annoyed, and (frowns)...hiding something.

Micky: Me? Why would I hide something?

Alex: Why don't you tell us why?

(Two guards enter with a pair of cloth-wrapped bundles as Alex and Peter glare at Micky. Daphne's head falls on Micky's shoulder, and she looks up at him with her dazed smile and glassy eyes.)

Micky: *frowns slightly* Daph... :( *tries to nudge her head off*

(Daph opens her mouth to giggle, but she's still voiceless.)

Guard 1: Here's the prisoners you wanted, sir. Where should we leave them?

Alex: Put them right over here. They're going into "The Network."

Guard 2: Right away, sir. (They set them in the open, closet-like object and leave)

Peter: (Runs a finger down the squirming bundles) What are they, Master?

Alex: What else? A couple more lost souls to enter into "The Network." (Smirks) I have a fantastic idea. Why don't we let Micky put them in? >:)

*Micky's eyes widen.*

Peter: (Grins) That IS a good idea. After all, it IS his creation. ;)

Micky: I don't want to take all your fun away! :-O

(Peter pulls off the cloth to reveal two young women in their bras and underwear. Their heads are completely shaved. They're bound tightly with black silk scarves and their mouths are sealed shut with electrical tape.)

Alex: *smirks* There's still plenty of fun to be had. >:)

Peter: Would you like to start, Master, or should I? ;)

Alex: I always get to start. Why don't you start for a change? ;)

Peter: Thank you, Master. (He goes to one of the women and runs his hands over her, tweaking her sensitive spots. She gasps. He pulls the white tie from his neck and runs it across her body, sending shivers up and down it...before sending a red-hot beam into her side. She squeals in pain. He runs his hands over her breasts, playing with them...then, squeezes them. She gasps and tries to scream. He then takes his tie and winds it around her eyes and gives her cheek a pat. ;) >:) )

Peter: All yours, Master. ;) (Goes to the computers and holds Micky, who has started to stand, onto the chair by his shoulders.)

Alex: *nods* Very good, Peter. You've learned well. ;) >:)

Peter: Of course I have. I learned from a pro. ;)

*Micky rolls his eyes, frowning.*

Alex: Now, let’s see. *goes to the other woman; he trails his fingertips over her skin--the woman whimpers--then he feels her up, rougher than Peter had the other; he then drags his fingers just above her eyes, which go blank; he smirks, then stands over her and uses a foot to knock her over onto her side* Not bad.

Peter: And now, Micky will remove their souls.

(Daphne leans back in the chair, smiling her dazed smile.)

Micky: I...

Alex: *glares at Micky* You WILL remove their souls...or else. >:)

Peter: (Whispers into Micky's ear) You KNOW what we'll do to your friends...and your family. You saw what Master did to Lord David. >:)

Micky: *frowns; tries to pull away* I...

(Daphne runs her finger along one computer screen, her mouth parted to giggle.)

Alex: Come now, Micky, you haven't had a problem doing this before.

Peter: (Squeezes Micky's shoulder) Master, he's desperately afraid. He's hiding something.

*Micky gulps as Alex moves to stand right in front of him.*

Alex: *in Micky's face* So I see. I can see it in his eyes. I wonder WHAT he is hiding?

Micky: *quietly* I'm not telling you. :P

Peter: Master, why don't you read his soul?

Alex: Ahhh, a very good idea, Peter. ;) >:)

Peter: (Opens Micky's tux jacket, tie, and shirt) Here you go, Master.

Alex: *grins as Micky turns his head away* Thank you. *places his hand to just above Micky's heart and watches him cringe* Now what have we... *eyes widen; angry* How did you escape from our control!? X-(

Micky: *defiant* That's my little secret. :P

Peter: He's no longer in your control? (Frowns) That explains his aura.

Alex: This is unfortunate. *pauses; quietly* You didn't remove the Lord of the Manor’s soul. He's hidden in the safe haven! X-(

Peter: What? :O

Micky: That's right. :P

Alex: *yanks his hand away* Throw him in there! X-(

Peter: Yes, Master.

Micky: No!