“Me, the one you stole my body and morph it into half of a jaguar” Melissa Joan Hart cries out of Richard-Sabrina mouth “And I want it back as me!”
“You’re just a character and no more, Sabrina the Teenage Witch” Richard cries out in a half laugh, still hunting throughout the fridge for onions and barbecue sauce “and forgot that goat cheese crap . . . it’s Bloody, greasy, heartburning burgers for me!”
“No Ass, I am Melissa Joan Hart the actress, not my television character! ... look for the French dressing if not, Italian is good?” Rich turns his head into the stainless steel toaster to see her reflection on it “Hey you LOOK great with cat ears and forget the Salad!”
“Hey, grab the bottle mineral water over there . . . hey not the BEER! I’m not getting a Beer belly, just to crave you alcoholism needs?
Richard-Sabrina felt her human upper torso fighting with her self as her two hands fighting with each other to grab the food that it wanted as sauce, water and beer splash unto the naked three racks of 32-c breasts {five more racks were on the jaguar lower half} “Stop it Melissa, you’re making a mess here!”
“SALAD!”
“NO BURGERS!”
“NO . . . SALAD!”
“NO WAY . . . BURGERS OR STARVES!”
“SCREW YOU AND THE CAMEL YOU RODE ON . . . SALLLLLLLLLLAD!”
“BURGERS . . . !”
ETC., ETC . . .
Fri Dec 18 22:15:56 2009