what the FUCK?!

After a life threatening sexual encounter in which I pass out about halfway through I awake several hours later. "Huungh if I ever get my hands on that asshole Dyson..." I manage to squeeze myself out of Kara's grasp and pad into the kitchen for a beer. As I hit the switch I freeze in place senseing something a-miss.

"Waaaaait a second..." I pull a letter addressed to me. "Dear Mr.Smith please note...yadda yadda yadda...we have taken the liberty of remodeling your apartment to more suit Kara and Courtney living with you now....your furniture is now 'Kara proof'. (What ever that means)..you will also note alot of 'momento's' From the J.S.A's past missions...what the hell?!"

I run into the living room and spy that all my furniture has been replaced, and strange photo's seem to be allover the wall along with a few glass cases holding strange objects. "...you gotta be kidding me?!..." I quickly go back to the letter. "....Please note that although remodeling was free of charge you have **** in refusal?!?" I crumple the letter and shake angerly.

"I can not beleive this! What the hell am I going to do with this junk!?" I wander around numbly and plop down on my new couch. "This is for Kara.." I mumble over and over again. Somehow I passed out again. I was awoken by a finger pokeing me in the nose. "Hellu? You alive in there John?" I grogly open my eye to find Courtney about an Inch away from my face.

"The beast awaketh!" She giggles at me happly. Kara pokes her head out of the kitchen and smiles. "Hey babe! Good to see your alive!" I glare at her. "Very funny..havent you two noticed that the house got a makeover?!" I wave my hands around. "Ya I know! Wildcat called before you woke up and told us about the new situation." Kara tells me happly.

I just stare at her and Courtney slightly slack jawed.