Happy EC Foot Rubbing Day!

[addman]

Addman walks into the room, wearing a small white towel around his waist, and Blackstar's local newspaper "The Daily Duck" under his arm. Sitting down in one of the many oversized armchairs, he throws his legs over a former-Dojoian and begins to use him as a foot rest as he opens the newspaper. He reads the main headlines, "Glorious Evil Council Regime In Place", "Evil Council Gives Jobs To Homeless As Slaves", and "Ace Banished From Blackstar, Rubber Shares Fall Dramatically".

Feeling satisfied with today's news, Addman picked up a pen and began to do a crossword. He then looked around the room, wondering where his massusse was.

[3kul]

HollowEyes enters the room after having realized what day it was, followed by Liyao, who was known to most people here as Little Sister. With the Evil Council in power the two had called an uneasy truce to better serve the Council in these times of ludicruous benefits.

"Hey there Addman." HollowEyes says with a nod, Little Sister doing the same as the Parasitian siblings headed for two of the chairs next to the Council Elder. After taking time to get himself comfortable (which was a while, this armchair was clearly not designed for somebody like him), he continues a bit of casual conversation with the muppet. "What's the good word?" He asked as he kicked his large feet up on top of a slave in a similar fashion, although the Second-in-Command's legs are quite a bit heavier than Addman's, and the elderly slave groans as he feels his back pain kick in. HollowEyes can't help but feel a little smug as he asks Addman this - naturally, everything would be good for the Council from here on out, with DP out of the picture there wasn't anybody who could stand in their way.

Little Sister tries to do the same thing as HollowEyes and Addman, but finds that she isn't tall enough to prop her feet up and remain on the seat at the same time. Obviously this is her slave-stool's fault, and as such he is promptly flogged for his crime. Satisfied that she'd flayed away enough of his skin, Little Sister put her chair into a laid-back position so that she could relax a little better. "Slaves sure are slack for the first Foot Rub Friday..." She thinks aloud, feeling annoyed with the distinct lack of foot-rubbing. "It can't be helped," HollowEyes commented back to her, just glad to be resting for the first time in days. "We've been a little slack in finishing off those who'd resist us, I expect that some of the slaves still hold onto the hope that we might relinquish our stranglehold over Hackstar somehow." Little Sister laughed and kicked her footrest slave. "Ha! As if that could ever happen. Still, somebody better show up soon or heads will roll, starting with my footrest." She kicks her footrest slave once more for good measure, the slave desperately hoping that one of the massusses shows up soon.

[Netdroid9]

*Net grins, walks up to Addman and rubs lotion on his hands.*

Ready for your massage, sir? I promise you, it'll be more incredible than when we walked in on the Smutketeers last wednesday.

*Net promptly begins lathering Addman's foot with the lotion. Little did he know, the lotion was actually a mixture of Love, Commitment, Elmo's Soul and Tiger Bait.*

[Hackstar_Foundation]

Slowly but surely, a tiger cub creeps up behind Addman. Suddenly, a leap, a crack, the beast strikes! When the dust clears, the cookie-loving monster is clearly dominated by this ferocious tiger-beast, never to walk the night without an irrational tiger-phobia again.

Sated by the Cookie Monster's deliciously bubble-gum-like fur, the Tiger, no longer Cub but now remade anew into the beautiful but terrible king of his realm, wanders off into the distance.

[Maraha]

Maraha, in her Dark Knight form as always, slowly creeps into the room carrying a bottle of Raspberry scented lotion. She didn't look very cheery despite being the Head Slave. "*Aherm* I, Maraha the Head Slave and temporary massusse, have arrived. I apolagize for my tardiness, that French Vanilla Chocolate icecream had quite the argument with my bowels as of late." She cast a fleeting glance across the room, why so few EC members? Well, whoever she had to tend to, she hoped it would be some insubstantial being or a muppet or something without slimy, fleshy feet.

"Hmm, it appears to be Saturday, should I leave?"

[Panther385]

Panther slinks in behind Maraha, giving the Head Slave a vicious jab with her elbow. The shapeshifter held several leashes in paw, connected to various emacicated and effeminate catboys.

"Ohohoho, but Saturday is when Vegeta's pets get their weekly manicure, isn't it?"

She grinned maliciously, sliding into one of the extremely large armchairs. The slaves cowered near the side of the chair, hoping to somehow escape their master's gaze, should she choose to 'use' them.