#bergen_county

Adam drops to his back, air shooting out. "Uuuf." Still, he can't help but appreciate her charms from this angle, too.

"We have to defeat her in battlle.." Zane eyes her, "But huh.. don't hurt her.. because that would be ..wow, wrong"

"No -kidding-....."

Adam looks at Zane, then double takes. "Demon Bunny! Attack!!!"

Zane lunges forward "RARRRH " trying to tackle her

And succeeds!

Knocking her down, and setting some interesting motions along her body

"Lucky son of a bitch....." Adam mutters as he bounces to his feet.

"Oh now... I am being ravished" She says unable to reach her staff, she grabs the satyr's head, and plunges his face between the.. uhm.. gifts

"I have you now in my sleeper hold! No man has even broken free from it!" She declares

"LUCKY son of a BITCH....." But Adam goes to try and aid Zane.

SHOULD he be able to pull his eyes away from this scene, , Adam sees the open carriage... the magazines lined up and grouped in bundles

"mfff goot" Zane sort of says "gabedemaz"

"Hey!" Adam tries to distract her, and after an initial. hesitation grabs an arm to try and pry it off Zane.

The arm is lifted, but for some reason Zane isn't surfacing for air! He could really use air too

Adam tries to manuever so he can get the other arm out of the way and maybe tip Zane out.....?

He pulls at the other arm, and flips her to the side, causing Zane to pop out...gasping and the satyr mutters "I know what God looks like now"

Adam, having hold of the bunny, hangs on. "Zane, get the stuff!"

The chain mail clad pooka says "NO! He has Escaped-ed! No man has ever escaped-ed Candy the BunBarian's sleeper hold"

Zane gets up, "Screw you..I mean.." He shakes his head, "Right right.. the stuff.." he races to the magazines and grabs a bundle

"Prepare for destruction," Candy says as she squirms against Adam, twists her head, and blows in his ear.

"Oh man....." he breathes "Zane?? How do I let go? And.... why?"

"Think of sports teams..." Zane says

"I played soccer," The pooka says "I was a tight end."

"GUYS Sports teams!" Zane yells

Adam, all too aware of the pooka's athletic prowess, groans. "KNICKS! CELTICS! Uhhhh..... LAKERS!"

"You think you can break my back board huh?" Candy has twisted further and bumped against him..and not with her shoulders "not on my watch!"

"Hey, hey, hey.... hang on now... ok, maybe we started off on the wrong foot? I mean.... clearly you're a great match to guard this thing but it's 2 to 1...."

"We don't want to -hurt- you, see? You're... you're way too pretty -and- dangerous to want to hurt."

"Ha, two of you, two of me! " they wrestle

"Oh JEEZE.... Zane!"

"Got it got it... you .. we need to get you out of the Peril.. I think I can get her to let go of you but it may end up hurting..run to the car when you're free!"

"You too!" Adam nods readiness even as he has his, uh, hands full.

"We're gonna build a wall, and CNN is going to pay for it" He gestures "Big hands..Bigly"

And Candy finds herself wrestling a guy that to her eyes looks like... TRUMP

'AAAAAAAAAAAAKKKKKKKKKKK!" She kicks Adam away, strong legs

A desperately aroused Trump.... and he staggers back. "Oooff!"

"Get the hotwater, get the disentifectant! " Candy gags

Zane grabs him "To the car! Get to the car" Towards the driver side

Adam, dazed and confused, staggers to the car and dives in.

"DRIVE DRIVE, she's about to set her peacocks on us!"

Adam fumbles, gets the keys in, and starts the car to jam into reverse and then peel out!

"Get em boys! Grab em by the cheeto!"

The peacocks, free of their reigns, are chasing after

Adam drives but.... he's 16, not an expert driver and not trained in evasion.

Zane curses "Stay on the road... I got this... I think" He gestures "NBC is experiencing technical problems, please stand by"

Adam slows a little, fighting the car to stay on the road.

And the peacocks forget what they were going after, or why they what their target was... and a peacock without a target deflates and sometimes even goes limp

"THIS HAS NEVER HAPPENED TO ME BEFORE!" A angry pooka yells out