Vila: Right, Avonīs about to bend over to pick up Orac. Watch this, Dayna. These are heavy-duty rubber bands, and I reckon heīfeel it, even through leather.
It was not generally known that Vila was an enthusiastic radio ham with a call-sign of īKillerī.
Dayna: Whatīs that, Vila?
Vila: A new high-tech mouse-trap. Tarrantīs a growing lad and he needs his protein.
VILA: Oh wow, itīs a five dimensional Rubix cube!
DAYNA: This is going to keep him occupied until the invasion...
Dayna: relax villa, Avonīs a completely qualified proctologist.
Dayna: I can see the idea, Vila, but howīre you going to hide THAT under the veg to flick it?
Oh, dear. Vilaīs actually trying to fix something. Everybody run for cover!!!!
"This workstationīs not very ergonomic is it?"
Dayna: "Donīt worry, a little loss of hair is normal at your age."
Vila: No fear, my dear, Iīll soon have the vending machine coughing up with this handy little - oh, no I wonīt, here comes Dorian.
Villa: come in car 57, I have a fair for you at 15 Shelby Avenue
D: Vila, what are you doing?
V: Trying to mind meld with this toaster...
Dayna looked on intently thinking: "if only Villa knows that Avon will take this opportunity to perform the annual prostate exam!"
Vila: Nope. Still no sign of Avonīs heart.
Vila: Iīve got the rubber band loaded and at maximum stretch. Wait for it...yes, Soolinīs just bending over. Oh, perfect rear attack!
Dayna: I wouldnīt, Vila, considering what Iīve got under the table and where itīs aimed.
Dayna considered Vilaīs high-tech tiddlywinks counter-launcher to be cheating.
Vila: "Sure Dayna, you might have flicked your Simpson picker to the end of the room... but watch this!"