The coroner's been by....

[leaveoutalltherest]

"You're going to miss that shot."

"No I'm not, shut up."

"Yes you are. You're not lined up with that hole at all," John said, waving a spoonful of ice cream in Fionny's direction.

"Will the two of you just shut up already," Kym said, twirling her pool cue like a baton, causing shadows to dance on the wall in the candlelight. "Make the shot Fionny, I *want* that ice cream."

John took a bite of the ice cream, watching as Fionny took the shot. With a look of glee, he watched as the nine ball sped towards the hole, bouncing off the edge and back towards the center of the table. "Told ya."

Fionny glared at her brother, and picked up her tub of Double Fudge Brownie. "Your shot," she muttered to Kym.

Kym hopped off her barstool, walked up to the table, and quickly sank the four ball. Moving a bit to the left, she knocked the cue ball towards the two ball, and grimaced as the blue ball missed the side pocket. "Fionny, your shot," she said, reaching for the French Vanilla tub.

Fionny moved to take a shot at the eleven ball, only to hear John start cussing. "What is your problem?" she asked, turning to look at her brother.

"All the ice cream is melting, there's a giant puddle on the floor!" He said, picking up a tub of Mocha Chocolate, causing it to drip on the floor.

"Shitshitshitshitshit," Kym exclaimed, dropping her stick on the table. Looking around frantically, she asked "Didn't there used to be a fridge down here?"

"They moved it up to the bar," Fionny told her. "We could always use that though," she said, smirking and pointing at the cooler Kym had been sitting on.

Kym glanced down at the cooler and blushed, "Oh, yeah." Hearing laughter, she looked up to see John sitting down in the chair, giggling at her. "And just for that, you can go get ice from the freezer," she said, glaring at him.

John wiped tears from his eyes. "No I can't."

"Yes you can," Fionny said, pointing at the stairs. "Go. Now."

"Fine," he told her, still giggling as he headed up to the kitchen.

"Well, we can't let this stuff go to waste," Kym said, flopping down in the chair, and reaching for a non-dripping tub.

"No we can't," Fionny agreed, sitting on the table to finish up her own ice cream. Both girls listened as a loud clinking noise was heard, like ice cubes being dumped into a large bowl. "I hope he used something clean," Fionny said, tossing her empty carton to the floor. "Hand me that Mint Chip one."

Kym pried the lid off the Mint Chip onehanded, and then gave the tub to Fionny. "He's sure taking his sweet time getting the ice," she said.

"He's sure taking his sweet time getting the ice," John mimicked as he walked down the stairs. "I'm moving as fast.."

SQUEAK!

"What was that?" Fionny said, looking startled.

"Not much," came the reply from the stairwell. "Just this rat."

That statement was followed by a loud splat, and ice cream flying up into Fionny's face. Fionny screamed as a rat popped its head out of the container, and dropped it to the floor. She turned and crawled to the middle of the table, still screaming. "RAT!!"

John dropped the bowl of ice, laughing. "Did *gasp* you see the look *laugh* on her face?" he asked, pointing at Fionny, who had stopped screaming and was glaring at her brother.

"It's not that funny," Kym said, trying to hold back giggles. A scratching sound caused her to look under the table. "Um, he's not alone," she said, pointing under the table.

Fionny moved to the edge, and peeked over it, looking to the floor. Three more rats had made their way to the center of the floor, and were licking at the ice cream puddle. She screamed again.

Suddenly, John jumped the rest of the way down the steps and grabbed Fionny, dragging her off the table. "Someone's coming," he hissed, dragging her behind the armchair.

Kym blew out the few candles that were left and quickly joined the other two behind the chair just has the someone hit the tops of the steps.

"Who's down there?! What's going on?" a voice asked in a demanding tone.

"It's that psycho guard," John whispered, his hand over Fionny's mouth, trying to muffle her whimpers.

Kym swatted at the rat by their feet, pushing what was left of the Toffee Chip ice cream across the floor to it.

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John pulled Kym and a whimpering Fionny behind the couch as the thumps of the heavy combat boots coming down the stairs were interrupted by the thuds of human body tumbling, accompanied by the shot of a paint gun and a couple of squeaking rodents. The cacophony was topped off with a gooey splat.

Shai Maxim lay at the bottom of the stairs. Her hair was tangled, her limbs akimbo, and her entire body in the center of a rather large Mocha-Chocolate-Raspberry-Swirl-Toffee-Chip-Peanut-Butter-Cup-Cookie-Dough puddle. A rat was seated between her legs.

"I'll kill you." She aimed her gun at the rodent, which became bright glowing green with a bang and a squeak.

A few more squeezes of the trigger, and Shai was chasing a number of painted rats up the stairs.

Her glowing green bottom elicited several giggles from behind the couch, but she was too busy cursing Mickey Mouse to eternal damnation to notice.