I do NOT want to know about Sloth selling itself.
I would have though Lust would be the icecream, standing on a street-corner, it's wrapper artfully draped, showing a tantalising glimpse of it's smooth chocolaty shell and a scandalous view of the hard, polished wooden stick. Occasionally a car would pull up and Lust would mince towards it and lean into the car and discuss price. It has a fairly standard price, and most 'regulars' on the street know it, so the haggling is usually fairly quick... Then the 'Mr Whippy' (the street-name for these people who trade in the "cash for 'creams" industry) would push open the door of the car and Lust quickly get into the car and there things just become sordid.
The wrapper is ripped from Lust's body and usually discarded in a bin somewhere, at a distance from teh actually scene of the 'transaction'.
But the legal department tells me that I can reveal no more of this licentious industry.
<B>DON'T FORGET TO VOTE, GUYS </B>
Wackiness Ensues: Taking Bad Street Theatre To Dangerous And Embarrassing New Levels
<font size=-1>[ This Message was edited by: Corybantic on 2002-03-08 07:24 ]</font>