Gibberings
Dad told me never to use XTREE when he wasn’t in the room.
August 28, 2008 ~ 08:43:07 AM * -07:00ST
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Log # 53
Dii and the Zombie
From one of my posts on Kotaku today:
“The latex catsuit is flexible enough for everything from cringing and wailing to shotgunkata, and hides none of your delicious curves. In fact, a well-tailored catsuit can go a long way towards hiding cellulite, less-than-perky breasts, or a few extra pounds in the stomach area. And it is absolutely impermeable by pus, mucus, saliva, blood, and any other Z virus-bearing bodily fluid that is not strongly acidic or laced with rubber-devouring nanobots.
And if you keep it nice and lubed, their dull human teeth will slide right off with a squeak.
To better assist my flying monkeys in visualizing this, I have included a diagram.
This is Dii, named such because when she was wee, her parents thought it was funny that she was fat, and called her Gordita. The nickname stuck, as they do, so she’s a little sensitive about her weight. This getup makes her uncomfortable. She’s all grown up and thinned out, and now she works in the mall’s “adult novelty” shop to pay for design college.
Her gear includes: pink catsuit with waterproof zipper and hood (pilfered from the “apparel” section), backpack for carrying inventory (like rubber cement and duct tape for on-the-go repairs), hockey stick (from Jock n’ Go), dust mask (Hungerdunger & McCormick Hardware), and she’s about to acquire a fine denim vest.”
