BJ, or Boyd Johnson, thinks himself the ladies man. He couldn't be more wrong, but that doesn't stop him from trying to woo the fairer sex when he can.
Kazom is a 3,000 year old genie. In order to conserve power and thereby extend his life, Kazom does as little magic as possible. He is bound in the form of the Clark family's cat and mostly just lays around Melvin's Room.
Red was a boy until a new genie tried to get Melvin a girlfriend. That's when the genie turned Red into a girl so Melvin could practice talking to girls, and forgot to turn her back before disappearing. Red is hopeful that her situation is only temporary.
Yeah, he’s BJ. But a smitten BJ. Smitten enough to to not remark about a pretty young lady earlier, and maybe smitten enough not to to say anything… possibly injury inducing. Well, until they are in private, anyway.
Red’s boobs are reduced, not gone. BJ might not really notice. Especially since he’s been introduced to another pair even more burgeoning than Red’s originals.
I can imagine BJ saying something like that, then saying that Red was better with larger ones. Followed by Melvin absent-mindedly saying “Yeah Right”. Cue Red falling forwards with a substantially shifted centre of gravity.
Well, this is either going to end in memory erasure, a really lame excuse that somehow Ida buys, or Ida is rapidly indoctrinated into Melvin’s “Scoobies”. I kind of want the last because I want to see her face after the explaination:
“Yes, magic is real, my cat is a retired genie, I apparently have magic from my father, and…oh yeah…your protege there used to be a boy until a few months ago, thanks to another genie.”
These are spirit beings. They think in terms of eternity, of having no beginning and no end. The span of the physical world is but an eyeblink, a few frames out of an endless movie.
This is one of the major differences between the Jeanie Bottle/Melvin universe and the Sailorsun.org universe: No one in the latter seems to give talking cats a second thought. Of course, given all the fabulous genetic engineering, I don’t think anyone would be to surprised by talking tomatoes.
I speak a mixture of languages from all over the world; German, French, Latin, etc; I believe what I speak is colloquially known as English, but I can’t be sure.
This cat talks in complete sentences, using words that require lips to form. No cat, for instance, could say “book”, “opened”, or “up”, because pees and bees are plosives.
They need to make a TARDIS appear with it’s translation circuits operating to explain Kazoom.
Afterall, geeks would be more prone to accept that than magic 🙂
I thought she knew.
I kinda miss Red’s boobs… :\
We can still save this. Quick! Melvin, stick your hand up Kazom’s backside! *Chaos ensues*
I’m still waiting for BJ to say something stupid about Red’s breasts disappearing. I knowing its only been a few seconds so far, but he’s BJ?
Yeah, he’s BJ. But a smitten BJ. Smitten enough to to not remark about a pretty young lady earlier, and maybe smitten enough not to to say anything… possibly injury inducing. Well, until they are in private, anyway.
Red’s boobs are reduced, not gone. BJ might not really notice. Especially since he’s been introduced to another pair even more burgeoning than Red’s originals.
I can imagine BJ saying something like that, then saying that Red was better with larger ones. Followed by Melvin absent-mindedly saying “Yeah Right”. Cue Red falling forwards with a substantially shifted centre of gravity.
Well, it looks like “the cat’s out of the bag now.”
Oh come on! You know somebody HAD to say it.
Now if Kazom can just say, “Meow”, and Melvin to explain that he’s been practicing his ventriloquism…
That NEVER works. Trust me, I’ve trie… err umm forget I said anything.
Well, this is either going to end in memory erasure, a really lame excuse that somehow Ida buys, or Ida is rapidly indoctrinated into Melvin’s “Scoobies”. I kind of want the last because I want to see her face after the explaination:
“Yes, magic is real, my cat is a retired genie, I apparently have magic from my father, and…oh yeah…your protege there used to be a boy until a few months ago, thanks to another genie.”
I love this crazy “hoo koo kachoo” world they live in! *^-^*
Well, Ida “the world is older than any of you know.” Oh, wait that was another series, but hey it could work here too.
The Earth is older than 4.6 billion years?
These are spirit beings. They think in terms of eternity, of having no beginning and no end. The span of the physical world is but an eyeblink, a few frames out of an endless movie.
This is one of the major differences between the Jeanie Bottle/Melvin universe and the Sailorsun.org universe: No one in the latter seems to give talking cats a second thought. Of course, given all the fabulous genetic engineering, I don’t think anyone would be to surprised by talking tomatoes.
Well, of course not. After we survived the attack by the killer tomatoes, we learned their language.
I only speakan obscure dialect of Roma myself.
I speak a mixture of languages from all over the world; German, French, Latin, etc; I believe what I speak is colloquially known as English, but I can’t be sure.
I understand Santorini, but it’s all Greek as far as I’m concerned.
I raise one eyebrow. Then, I dispatch hoplites to FB’s house in response.
PANCAKE!
A talking cat wouldn’t be much of a surprise. I had one cat that learned how to say Michael, out and milk.
This cat talks in complete sentences, using words that require lips to form. No cat, for instance, could say “book”, “opened”, or “up”, because pees and bees are plosives.
Hm. So – after removing the first letter – that would mean that “EEs” would be an “EX-plosive”.
Makes sense.
They need to make a TARDIS appear with it’s translation circuits operating to explain Kazoom.
Afterall, geeks would be more prone to accept that than magic 🙂