The Junkyark; Again.

[Shadow]

Ratchet nearly dragged himself back to his waste filled home. After he was cased away be Dark, he had spent the last two days hunting for Minty. Tired from such a long lack of sleep, Ratchet plped down on a broken bed. He was used to sleepless nights, but that was only when building.

With a deep sigh, Ratchet started nodding off. "Guess she wasn't real. Maybe my mind is finnaly snaping." If anyone else was around, he would have been swiftly shot down. Finnaly, giveing into his body's need for rest, Ratchet fell asleep.

[Tink]

(OOC: And for the interests of certain insane junk yard owners, Minty is in teh neighborhood at her house, post labeled "Home at Last, 'fraid I couldn't help answering his question. )

[Shadow]

The second Ratchet's head made contact with the mattress, however, he suddenly got to his feet. "There is no way in Hell somebody that cute couldn't be real! Ron, I'm going hunting!"

Before Ron could even respond, however, Ratchet had taken off like a bullet. If he had eyes, Ron would have rolled them. Instead, he marked a line into his To Do list.

'TO DO-
1. Do laundry - x
2. Inspect equipment - x
3. Develop and carry out inflicting some for of imense pain on Ratchet when he returns - '

Ron's body shined blue as he laughed.

((Conti. at Minty's!))