LI'L WILSON: So where is it? I'm HUNGRY! *looks ready to cry*
BOHO GIRL: You don't get to eat it for 13 more years,tyke.
HEATHER: *is in a hysterical fit of laughter*
LI'L WILSON: *starts to cry* BUT I'M HUNGRY!!!!!!
COLLINS: Not half as hungry as I am right now...*leans his head on Angel's shoulder and gives a sexy growl*
LITTLE MIMI: *to Angel* Are you cold?
ANGEL: *is actually very hot* Don't worry about it,sweetie...
LI'L WILSON: *continues to cry. Walks up to Angel and tugs on her skirt* Hey, lady? Do you have anything to eat?
COLLINS: She does...and it's for me only...*starts to drag Angel away*
ANGEL: Collins! *tries not to laugh* You're poisoning thier young,innocent minds!
LI'L WILSON: *stands there looking cute, but sad, which should absolutely BREAK ANGEL'S HEART*
ANGEL: *sighs* Sweetie. Let me go. Please? It'll only be for a minute.
COLLINS: *grumbles moodily* Fine...*releases her*
ANGEL: Thank you. *crouches down in front of Little Wilson* As a matter of fact, I just whipped up some cookies about an hour ago. Would you like some?
LI'L WILSON: *sniffles and wipes his nose on his sleeve, then smiles* Yeah!
ANGEL: Okay,tiger. Follow me. *walks into the kitchen*
COLLINS: *follows Angel* Can I have a cookie,too? *innocent smile*
ANGEL: *grins* We'll see,boy. *grabs the plate of cookies off of the table and hold it out to Little Wilson* There you go,honey.
MOLLY:*mumbles in her sleep* Porn...bad...get it off..yay Emmy...*sneeze*...Evan's...cute...
LI'L WILSON: *squeals and claps his hands happily before taking a cookie and biting it* Mmmmmmmmmmmmmmm!!! *throws his arms around Angel's legs* You're the best, lady!
ANGEL: Awwww! *ruffles his hair*
COLLINS: Now...for some early Valentines Day...'cookies'...*drags a giggling Angel into the pantry closet(pretend there is one) and locks the door*
*Emmy drops down into this crazy RPG*
EMMY: Hi everyone! *begins going around to everyone and handing them a "Fight Online Porn" button to pin to their shirts* Everyone please take one! *stops when she reaches Wilson* Dude, you look way shorter than I thought you would.
((ALL OF CHLOE-MUN'S CHARACTERS: *totally reappear after their muns long absence, but have totally missed half the story line!))
"Ooh! Me! I want one!" Cha-Cha cries, running over enthusiastically to Emmy. "I love fighting for good causes! And what, do you want him to be wearing the heels or something?" she adds about Wilson.
Roger ignores Emmy and her fighting porn buttons and pretends to be really busy with his guitar, because honestly, he doesn't want to go fight online porn and likes it where it is.
Green rubs Mark's back. "Hey... ya wanna get out soon? I'm afraid I'm gonna get all nastily pruny."
Frank finally timewarps to Transsexual, except it does not seem to be working, because he is in the exact same spot he was before. So he tries again. And it does not work.
"WHAT THE HELL?! I LOVE DOING THIS, BUT IT'S NOT WORKING!! WHERE THE HELL AM I?!? I DON'T KNOW WHERE MY HOME IS NOW, SO HOW CAN I GO THERE?" He then quickly begins sobbing into Hedwig's shoulder.
HEATHER: EMMMMMYYYYYY! *hug*
LITTLE MAUREEN: What is 'porn'??
Hedwig puts her arms around Frank. "It's okay honey." she whispers, rubbing his back. "You can come live with me."
"M'kay..." Mark says, getting out of the bath tub, spinning around in circles. "SPIN DRY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"
The corpse of Adam Pascal de-tatches his head and throws it up in the air. "Hey guys... who wants to play CATCH with me??"
LI'L WILSON: *cuddles happily against Angel's legs* You smell good.
((LOL! Angel and Collins are in the pantry together...))
ANGEL: *jumps* EEEEK!!!
LITTLE ANGEL: *smiles at the corpse of Adam Pascal* I'll play catch with you!
NINA: EMMY!!!! *jumps out of Richard Gomez's lap, runs up to Emmy, and glomps her* OMFGWTF IT'S EMMY! *drags Emmy over to the sofa and plunks her down by Richard* Emmy, this is Richard. Richard, this is Emmy. I'm pretty sure she thinks you're sexy. And Emmy, this is Evan. Keep your hands and your lecherous eyeballs off of him.
WILSON: *is now very confused* Um, hi?
RICHARD: *nods* What's up?
NINA: *throws herself back in Richard's lap with her feet on Evan's knees, and takes a sip out of a wineglass that has magically appeared in her hand* Make yourself at home!
RICHARD: *looks at the wineglass* How the hell did you do that??!