prod prod proddy prod...uh...oops...

the Claxon sounded, but Keto ddint seem to notice, he just kept prodding Jay.
Alota gestured t everyone not to tape her as she'd be quiet anyway..at least thats what everyone thought, Charades wasnt really a very popular game in the house.
Tara cut the tape that was attaching Jay to the chair with he penknife while Keto looked away, talking to Zodar. As he happily prodded away the broom handle suddenly seemed to feell as though it was being pulled. Keto turned around to see Chrysler, free from the duct tape holding onto the broom handle.
"HI!" Jay said, in a sarcstically friendly tone.
"Uh...um..hi??!" Keto uttered.
Jay snatched the broom off him.
"We have a little problem here dont we Doctor?!"
"We do?"
"uh-huh, you see, I dont really appreciate being jabbed with a stick constantly for three hours...call me crazy!"
With that he lunged at Keto with the broom handle, Keto leaping over the bcak of the sofa and running into the garden.
Jay chasing him like a deranged alsatian.
the two voices were heard through the house.
"You honestley think you're going to hurt me with that stick?"
"Thought had crossed my mind..."
"must have taken a good hour.."
it was at that point that a high pitched squeal was heard over every speaker aboard ship.
Jay came back into the house, carrying one half of the snapped broomstick.
in the garden Keto was lying in a heap on the floor, whining.
"Need a new broom..." was all jay said.