Sauna rocks

The Count sat nude on a towel and was sweating. Kane’s guests sat in the sauna and waited in the buff for the next step. Lin noted in the support channel, “OK. I think he’ll hit the rocks with some water next and then the foliage will appear.”

The Count offered this, “I’m ready. Are you ready to get the others engaged, Lin?” Lin confirmed with a thumbs-up reaction to his message.

Kane nudely added a sprinkle of water to the stones that heat the Finnish imu. He commented to his guests, “The löyly is clinging to the air like a blackberry vine creeping along the fjord.”

Kane then picked up a bundle of fresh birch branches and smacked his skin lightly with the bundles. Lin noted to the Count, “Now. Go now.”

The Count loudly proclaimed, “Oh for fuck’s sake! Did I just hear somebody get whipped? Now that’s the last fucking straw, Mr. Hot Rocks! You expect me to whip my own ass and then what, jump in a cold lake! I’m not your property, massa. What is your malfunction?!”

The Count stood and continued, “I smelled the inside-out-ass rat party. That had some fucking hot ass rocks in there as well? Well, I am not impressed at all. I thought your parties were hot but I didn’t know I would be the one being cooked! Get me the fuck out of this god damn box!”

The Count walked nakedly over his equals awkwardly. He apologized when his hand touched an avatar on what would normally be considered a portion of their body that, if they hadn’t been here, would be clothed now.

“I pity the fool who stays in here another minute. He’s probably got cocktail sauce waiting outside for somebody to get all cannibal rib eating zombie shit next. What the fuck!”, as he stepped as nimbly as possible.

Genghis laughed heartily and added “You missed the beach party, Count. He had sand in the fish! More rocks, just tiny and I guess he didn’t have enough time to heat them!”

Some other guest added, “Well, I hear him call his poncho from JAH-lisco. I think he should have picked Tijuana, but then it would have been TEA JU WANNA.”

Kane bellowed on his support channel to his staff, “LIN! Get this under control now or you’re fired.”

LinPrime offered back “I’m trying but it’s spinning out of control, Kane! Let me get some ideas going…”

The fugue now was running in layers, too many themes and critiques to read clearly in the wave of data:

“Did you hear Kane couldn’t find his name in the bible? Yeah, I heard he got the spelling from a Robocop movie!”

“Kane likes his truck extra high. He might be a red-nec…”

“I was at his movie night. He was disappointed when My Dinner with Andre didn’t have a gravel course!”

“Did you go to his Dim Sum house? I kept waiting for Rockshumai or a Chao-siu granite bao!”

“My wife never recovered from the rat dinner? I mean, wasn’t there a Denny’s nearby we could order from?”

“At least, at the rat dinner, errybody kept their drawers on…”

“Can we ever just sit and eat something decent. Like a pizza party. Kane can cook them in a rock-heated oven or some shit, but no more inverted rodents.”

“Somebody told me the Count got him to suck on a candy cane when they first met.”

“Did you see what he wore today! It obviously was too small, and well, we’re not wearing anything?”

“Well, at least you didn’t see him bend for the tree branch, honey. It’s a full moon tonight!”

Kane thundered at Pip in the support channel. “ENOUGH! END THIS DOMAIN NOW!” and PipPrime smiled as the script ripped the party into shreds.

… and the lights turned up, for the real party to begin. Lin hit the music and the ancient beat that drove them started up.

Juni was there with stars in her eyes while Pip did the robot as RobotMechaMichaelJackson. Ras had her head bobbing waiting for the guest of honor.

The Count dropped in and danced while the music played on. Elira reclothed and Aida watched as they decided the party was something that they’d like to join.

The Primes sang together as the beat swelled. > I’ve got a song that nobody knows > I put it on when nobody’s home > It sounds like high school, front gate, smoke in my face > It sounds like dyed, frayed, high-waist, bought at Supre > It sounds like loving you is easy but they boosted the bass > It sounds like > It sounds like iPod Touch, yellow Pikachu case > FL Studio free download in my search history > Hidden underneath my pillow ‘cause I should be asleep > It sounds like, I’m keepin’ it a secret > It sounds like I’ve got a song that nobody knows > And I heard it in a post when I was twelve years old > I didn’t know it would score the 64-bus home > Turn a Monday to a memory and change my world > It sounds like iPod Touch, little crack in the screen > FL Studio so late, I fell asleep on the keys > With it looping through the speakers, bleedin’ into my dreams > It sounds like > It sounds like > I’ve got a song that nobody knows > And I heard it in a post when I was twelve years old > I didn’t know it would score the 64-bus home > Turn a Monday to a memory and change my world > It sounds like first day, hallway, starting year eight > It sounds like beach day, heatwave, stoned and afraid > It sounds like me and my computer hangin’ out until late > It sounds like > It sounds like iPod Touch, yellow Pikachu case > FL Studio free download in my search history > Hidden underneath my pillow ‘cause I should be asleep > It sounds like > It sounds like > I’m keepin’ it a secret, it sounds like