The Catsuit Capers of Rosetta Stone

Guide: Devena in Red, Diana in Green, Jacelyn in Blue.

The ball rolled and rolled until it hit the great wall of china, where it… stopped rolling. Andrea's sudden loud screech upon seeing a cockroach suddenly jolted me from my casual afternoon nap in front of my office pc. I was about to.. go back to sleep, dreaming of the ball rolling into the great wall of China, which is very relaxing an image, when something as dumb as cockroach frenzy grips the entire office. Surely, people have better things to do than…being afraid of cockroaches to the point of a frenzy… I decided to escape the office while everyone was busy searching for the cockroach. Rushing to the lobby, I manage to get into an elevator just before the doors closed. But then, turning around, I saw the round one jeering at me, a wicked glee forming on her face at the thought of catching me going downstairs during the supposed "office hours." I playfully stabbed her in the arm with a pencil leaving her to roll on the floor in pain, hurling expletives at me and all those of my race… Just then…the elevator doors opened. I quickly took the chance to exit, worried the round one may roll on me and squash me in anger and vengeance. The elevator doors closed on the round one writhing in pain while I laughed LOUDLY in happiness and joy-joy. But that deceitful woman in all her roundness would never leave it at that, she yanked at my sleeve and in her manly voice said, "oh that was painful. You know you shouldn't do such things to an old lady like me." I was in too much guilt to stand there and put up with that huskiness, so I yanked my sleeve, causing her to roll into the middle of the closing elevator doors… A crunch sounded as I watched the round one become a semicircle half stuck in elevators doors. The elevator…couldn’t take all the pressure on it because of the crunched round one and it began to plummet down the shaft. The entire building starting shaking. Plaster began to drop from the ceiling, falling on a strange drop of blood that was on the floor next to me. With a scream of fear at the thought of the plaster destroying my wonderfully rebonded hair, I ran over the rounded mass sprawled between the elevator doors, and jumped down to the closest floor that the elevator was stuck in. I landed on my ass with a loud thud and immediately scanned the room to see if anyone saw me. Thankfully, there stood a hot, white guy with shaggy, sandy brown hair, carrying two bags of KFC. The smell of the chicken and his piercing blue eyes made me forget about the mess of round stuff just dangling around the elevator shaft. I got up and…walked over to him, following the smell of the chicken, but when I reached the man with the piercing blue eyes, I gasped in shock for he was not exactly white. He was more of an indian looking thing with a peculiar skin disease. I mean he was white all over, but when he opened his mouth and said "Yes maam... How can I help you?" in an incredibly thick indian accent, I fled to the stairwell, as the elevator was out of the question. As I ran down the stairs, wondering why an Albino Indian man had blue eyes, I did not see some very short men having a smoke and tripped over them. I fell down the stairs but my fall was stopped by… a huge tub of lard that had been left at the bottom of the stairs. Falling smack into all that lard, I was disgusted and let out a loud shriek that caught the ear of a sweet looking young gayish man. He came opened the stairwell door to see what happened and our eyes locked. Me in all that lard-y mess, he in his uniform, wait, he was wearing a uniform, and i squinted to see the tiny words on his left breast pocket.....

Continues! soon...