"Taylor A. Hebert, Super Genius." Taylor sat in her backyard in a chaise lounge, enjoying the afternoon and a glass of lemonade. "I like the way that rolls off the tongue. Taylor A. Hebert, SUper Genius. Muhahaha." Amy was there as well, the faint beginnings of a smile appearing on her face.
In a brief moment of supposed inattention, she appeared not to notice Vicky floating down silently behind her, portable air horn in hand. Waiting for exactly the right moment...
"Taylor A. Hebert, Soooooper Gen..."
Vicky pressed the button.
The resulting chaos caused by the blast of noise was exquisite. Taylor had flipped out of her chair, landed on the ground, had the chaise lounge land on top of her, and then her traitorous glass of lemonade, which had been tossed into the air, upended itself over her head, drenching her, landing on the ground nearby.
Amy had collapsed on the ground at the sight helplessly and maniacally giggling, which soon broke into gales of laughter from all three of them. Taylor, with great dignity, extracted herself from the pile, righted her chair, dried her hair with a suspiciously convenient towel, and grabbed another lemonade from the pitcher. Turning to Vicky, she gave the girl a high five. "Mission accomplished," she said, grinning. "Operation 'Make Panacea Laugh' is successful!"
"After all the paperwork we had to fill out to do this," Vicky complained, "It'd better be."
"Ems and I would do stuff like this all the time," Taylor answered. "I'm more than willing to do it if it makes a friend laugh."
Amy had finally recovered from her case of giggles and laughter. "Just don't do anything with boulders, TNT, rabbits and roadrunners, OK?"
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In the cafeteria on the Rig, Velocity sneezed.
Assault looked worried for a moment, then scowled. "I feel a disturbance in the Farce...OW!"
Battery sighed after elbowing her husband in the ribs.