Kachasu

It was quiet in the M&G offices.  All Vincent could hear was the steady beat of his keyboard as he slouched over the screen.  He did not, nay, could not hear the clickety-clicking of high heels heading down the passage towards his desk.  The blogmark chicks had decided to Take-Him-In-Hand. 

KC, Arb, Marijayn, Morticia, Dolce and Dolorez – oh it had been easy enough to track him down.  They knew his cellphone number even.  This was not the time for electronic communication, however.  This would take a personal touch.  A very firm, cold, silvery touch…

“Vincent?”

“Tired grunt.”

The four in unison said sweetly:  “We are here about our blog.”

Vincent cowered as he saw the nail files, sharp ones…

“Matt!” he shrieked.

“Oh, we already had a word with Matt,” said Arbchick, smiling as she reached out and firmly grasped his hair.

“Now, let’s talk about fixing things up around here,” said KC wiping her blood stained fingers on her Levis.