[dogscoff]

*Crazy dogscoff, still crazy, appears out of nowhere, his arrival heralded by a tiny crack of thunder and a wisp of hallucinagenic smoke.

He immediately scuttles over to sit beside GT, giggling gleefully and jumping up and down from a knuckle-walking position. One of his antlers is broken, but he doesn't seem to mind. He is an agent of chaos now, and all that matters to him is causing random trickery and unexpectedness. His amulet is gone but instead, crudely tattooed on his forehead is the rune of Loki, god of mischief.

Crazy-Loki-dogscoff expresses his delight at GT's return and the inevitable resultant mayhem the only way he knows how: By gibbering excitedly and doing another of his arcane little dances, this one involving him falling on his side and pedalling his legs so that he spins around in circles, leaving a pool of rabid foam beneath his head.

Gradually, the air becomes thick and sparkly, and the nature of Crazy-Loki-dogscoff's welcome-back present for GT becomes apparent: One by one little fairies begin to appear. Each one is a sexy female just a few inches high, with gossamer wings, lacy lingerie and a teeny tiny little cattle prod. At least two of them look just like Holly Valance. Soon there are dozens of the little critters, zipping about in the air leaving multicoloured trails of pixie-dust, wiggling their little booties provocatively and delivering painful but strangely erotic zaps of electricity to anyone who gets too close.

Loki-Dogscoff claps and hoots with approval, then jumps onto the bar and from there to top of the tent-pole, clinging on upside-down to watch the proceedings.

[ April 15, 2003, 08:49: Message edited by: dogscoff ]