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[with-a-hammer.livejournal.com]

I'll SMASH it with a HAMMER!  

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[speaks-chipmunk.livejournal.com]

Smash what, Yzma? [NOT THE DELICIOUS COOKIES HE JUST MADE FOR THEM TO EAT, RIGHT? Smile!]

[with-a-hammer.livejournal.com]

[Yzma is on a diet. You think this amazing figure just HAPPENS, Kronk? No, it doesn't.]

I will smash you if you don't BE QUIET and let me THINK!

[speaks-chipmunk.livejournal.com]

[Kronk ate some because his muscles did all the fat burning for him! Yay.]

Uh... Okay, Yzma! Quiet. Riiight.

Quiet.

[with-a-hammer.livejournal.com]

[Yzma has no muscles. Really she's just skin, bones and a frightening demeanor wrapped up in fancy dresses]

Quiet, Kronk.

[slaps her hand over his mouth]

[speaks-chipmunk.livejournal.com]

H-huh? [Kronk was quickly silenced by Yzma's hand over his mouth. Always effective! He just sort of... blinked expectantly at her now.]

[with-a-hammer.livejournal.com]

[Yzma keeps her hand on Kronk's mouth to make him be quiet at she keeps working with the vital component to her brilliant plan. Now she just needs a way to test it.]

Kronk?

[Look at that smile. She must be planning something terrible.]

May I see your hand, please?

[speaks-chipmunk.livejournal.com]

[Kronk held his hand out right away, while trying to return her... friendly? Smile from behind her hand. Aww, so trusting.] Mmmf?

[with-a-hammer.livejournal.com]

[She oh so casually pulls his hand down on the counter and smashes it with her hammer without so much as batting an eyelash. And those eyelashes, they're kinda hard NOT to bat.]

[speaks-chipmunk.livejournal.com]

OW!!! [Kronk whinched and looked at her through hurt but squinting eyes.] Oww... ow! Why did you do that, Yzma!

[with-a-hammer.livejournal.com]

Do make sure the hammer works properly, of course.

[she takes out a little clipboard and a pencil] On a scale of one to ten, how much did that hurt? [If Kronk doesn't say ten, she's going to hit him again.]

[speaks-chipmunk.livejournal.com]

Smash what, Yzma? [NOT THE DELICIOUS COOKIES HE JUST MADE FOR THEM TO EAT, RIGHT? Smile!]

[with-a-hammer.livejournal.com]

[Yzma is on a diet. You think this amazing figure just HAPPENS, Kronk? No, it doesn't.]

I will smash you if you don't BE QUIET and let me THINK!

[speaks-chipmunk.livejournal.com]

[Kronk ate some because his muscles did all the fat burning for him! Yay.]

Uh... Okay, Yzma! Quiet. Riiight.

Quiet.

[with-a-hammer.livejournal.com]

[Yzma has no muscles. Really she's just skin, bones and a frightening demeanor wrapped up in fancy dresses]

Quiet, Kronk.

[slaps her hand over his mouth]

[speaks-chipmunk.livejournal.com]

H-huh? [Kronk was quickly silenced by Yzma's hand over his mouth. Always effective! He just sort of... blinked expectantly at her now.]

[with-a-hammer.livejournal.com]

[Yzma keeps her hand on Kronk's mouth to make him be quiet at she keeps working with the vital component to her brilliant plan. Now she just needs a way to test it.]

Kronk?

[Look at that smile. She must be planning something terrible.]

May I see your hand, please?

[speaks-chipmunk.livejournal.com]

[Kronk held his hand out right away, while trying to return her... friendly? Smile from behind her hand. Aww, so trusting.] Mmmf?

[with-a-hammer.livejournal.com]

[She oh so casually pulls his hand down on the counter and smashes it with her hammer without so much as batting an eyelash. And those eyelashes, they're kinda hard NOT to bat.]

[speaks-chipmunk.livejournal.com]

OW!!! [Kronk whinched and looked at her through hurt but squinting eyes.] Oww... ow! Why did you do that, Yzma!

[with-a-hammer.livejournal.com]

Do make sure the hammer works properly, of course.

[she takes out a little clipboard and a pencil] On a scale of one to ten, how much did that hurt? [If Kronk doesn't say ten, she's going to hit him again.]