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[Boat lands in an unlikely place]

Mom built it. *mumbles about her being cheap*

I can't find the button. It's programmed.

Oh, you mean this?

*presses the button between the mixer and the lamp*

*Janie has left the building. Actually, she's passed out drunk for a few minutes while the boat skids into a nightclub*

*...What? She's drunk, so yeah. Random.*

So ... after all this, we're going clubbing?

*exasperated sigh*

Totally not dressed for it.

*the club might be playing a Nickleback/Creed mix right now, and EVERYONE is dancing to it*

*oh and Janie is still out*

You know ... not the way I thought my day would turn out.

*considers the merits of waking Janie vs. pressing the button again ... and presses the button again*

*she's still out, and they're stuck at the night club. Also, no one seems to notice the BOAT that skidded in out of nowhere and destroyed a few tables*

Okay, hon. Nice job materializing in my gym and whisking me away to

Holy shit, does that guy have scales?

to who-knows where, but you need to wake up.

*splashes Janie's face with whatever's in a conveniently-placed glass*

*It's water, but it wakes her up* What? Hi, I'm.

Who are you?

You first, seeing as how it's your boat and all.

Janie. *she gets up and finds a towel to wipe off her face*

I don't remember what or who but... *Janie peeks her head out, then ducks back in*

What planet are we on?

One that includes lizard-people who don't dance well, apparently.

*she gets a calculator out, and punches numbers in for a few seconds, then moves on to what looks like a walkie-talkie*

They're not people. This is really bad. Um. Sprinklers. Can you get to the water supply? Yes. I need you to add something to it, and I'll start a fire to set it off?

*confused look*

Umm ... what do you want me to add to it, and why?

Lime. They're allergic to it...

What's your name again? I don't think you gave it to me.

Lime? So, you want to give a roomful of reptiles anaphylactic shock?

No, I didn't give it. What's yours?

Janie, I already said. And yes. So they'll die. They're invaders.

*watches the "dancing" again for a minute*

I suppose I could think of it as a contribution to dance. Okay, fine, death by margarita it is ...

We can't drink until we finish this. theres a few bags of lime in the pantry.

Shouldn't they be refrigerated?

...No. Why would it be? *still not getting it*

Limes spoil pretty quick, if you just leave 'em lying around ...

Are you daft? I didn't mean the green fruit! Don't you know what lime is?

Yes, it's green fruit. *annoyed* What did you mean?

Calcium Oxide.