Leggings louder than usual voices in the dark.

2am ongings,

It was early in the morning around 2am, when in the house nothing was stirring and you'd of thought, without the endless white noise going on to destroy the face of the victim below - that nothing was going evil.  Alas accross the grass laughing madly the heavy footed witches strode, "Doesn't matter now. laugh loudly," the older one said grinning. "That's another one sorted out!"
"You bet," snorted her companion, "We'll have it all.  Have it all."
Behind them the lorry? moved away. 

"And even if she writes it down," the older crone laughed on.  "I've been trying on identities, like dresses all day long."
"Me too, can't decide whether to be Lady Tenneson, or.... Albright!"

"I can't help it, such fun doing all this, I love BDSM completly.  I mean look what it's allowed me to do..."
"Yes," swizzled the younger one trying to keep up...  "I mean who does she think she is, she won't get on down here.  We've got all the population in Satan's pockets.  They've all stolen, killed, or at least blackmailed to our advantage."

"It's taken years for someone  to give the troops the right website,"  Laughed old Ma Maggot, grabbing her broomstick in one gnarled hand, "Is my skirt up right, only if it isn then it's a right disaster.
"Should have seen their faces, in the mall, when they found out that they'd been reading our own managed site, now what will they do if they see her information?"

"Dunno," said Ma shortly, "Does it matter now?  We got it all between us anyroad.  Time will come my girl, when the name of our tribe will mean something...   Ha ha ha!  You wait and see!"

"Hows the noise, have her teeth broken yet, or have we aimed for her eyes.  We'll get her on the disabled list. Stop her being able to walk around alone...   Perhaps do her hip as well." Clam's eyes filled with tears of desire. "We'll have her by the hand, then.  You know how she'll feel about that.  Knowing our voices and all!"

"Those dam poetry books of hers you got the disabled mums to stop them?  Gave them the page to her author's site so they can download for nought and print books elsewhere?"
"Yeah, and since she caught on that they were underselling her on mazom it's been a gas.  Loud shouting everywhere since she closed that down.  She even suggested that if they didn't like her books, they could go elsewhere, lots out there.  What an attitude.  Said that author's have to try and make some money on their work.  Seemed totally unrepentant of taking away from their children."

"It;s amazing how wickly  horrible people can be." smiled Ma broadly, as she steered the broomstick in and out of the roof turns.  "Having bad eyes is such a pain.  I mean look at me!"

"Have we got someone to make us a special jewish over the pass cake?  I think she challenged us by mistake, our cake wiill be so much better than hers.  I mean who would have talked to her...    Even if they were involved after the war with the victims, even if they gave them housing and tried to sort it out with them...   who would have cared about her after he was gone.  No one to tell anyone that we're only the plotters that the duke of Cornwall used to keep his mind active."

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