"There is nothing to consider" Tom drawled, "Just cut and paste and there we have it... art."
Toni was doubtful, for Tom had no idea of what she was thinking and cutting and pasting just wouldn't...well...cut it. She thrust herself upon Tom and shook him up like a bag ofdry candy.
After a rather savage shaking and three broken fingernails later, Tom agreed to rethink the strategy with Toni.
"We need Christine" Toni sighed. Tom wasn't so sure, as last time their plans had ended up with a rather sticky situation involving Tochto being tarred and featherd in Albania. Of course, Christine did not know what Tom or Toni were even doing right now,and Tom would rather have kept it that way, however, Christine was on her way back from Europe and couldn't wait to be reunited with ToTo to her Ch. Tochto needed the Ch, everyone knew that.
"I have an idea!" Tom exclaimed to a rather drunk and confused Toni. "We will make a collage.... we'll cover Christine's entire bedroom with holiday snaps."
"I love it!" Toni replied, and with that, the pair stripped off, and prepared the glue...
Meanwhile, Chrisitne was landing at Manchester Airport with a suitcase full of lemons. She couldn't wait to show Toni and Tom! "I don't think I have anything to declare", she murmerd to herself, "unless my fantastic bag of lemons counts". She decided not to risk it and made her way over to the strangely familiar looking security guard.
"Lemons?!" the guard laughed, "no, you don;t have to declare lemons!" Christine turned to leave, feeling a little silly when it suddenly dawned onher that the secutiry guard was indeed Gail Platt. "OMG, it's Gail Platt!" Christine recoiled in horror and turned to run from the airport as fast as her legs would carry her...unfortunatly, she tripped in her haste, over an abandoned bag of bananas. When she eventually came round, a hand offerd to help her from the floor...it was Boris Johnson, King of the swingers and the perfect keepsake for Tom and Toni.
Toni was doubtful, for Tom had no idea of what she was thinking and cutting and pasting just wouldn't...well...cut it. She thrust herself upon Tom and shook him up like a bag ofdry candy.
After a rather savage shaking and three broken fingernails later, Tom agreed to rethink the strategy with Toni.
"We need Christine" Toni sighed. Tom wasn't so sure, as last time their plans had ended up with a rather sticky situation involving Tochto being tarred and featherd in Albania. Of course, Christine did not know what Tom or Toni were even doing right now,and Tom would rather have kept it that way, however, Christine was on her way back from Europe and couldn't wait to be reunited with ToTo to her Ch. Tochto needed the Ch, everyone knew that.
"I have an idea!" Tom exclaimed to a rather drunk and confused Toni. "We will make a collage.... we'll cover Christine's entire bedroom with holiday snaps."
"I love it!" Toni replied, and with that, the pair stripped off, and prepared the glue...
Meanwhile, Chrisitne was landing at Manchester Airport with a suitcase full of lemons. She couldn't wait to show Toni and Tom! "I don't think I have anything to declare", she murmerd to herself, "unless my fantastic bag of lemons counts". She decided not to risk it and made her way over to the strangely familiar looking security guard.
"Lemons?!" the guard laughed, "no, you don;t have to declare lemons!" Christine turned to leave, feeling a little silly when it suddenly dawned onher that the secutiry guard was indeed Gail Platt. "OMG, it's Gail Platt!" Christine recoiled in horror and turned to run from the airport as fast as her legs would carry her...unfortunatly, she tripped in her haste, over an abandoned bag of bananas. When she eventually came round, a hand offerd to help her from the floor...it was Boris Johnson, King of the swingers and the perfect keepsake for Tom and Toni.
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