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The Preserve, Friday Evening

Rikku stood at the edge of the preserve. "Okay, are we ready for this?"

She looked around at the others, wondering why she was nervous. It was a lichen. A plant. This was totally doable. Probably.

They had spray bottles of some mixture of holy water and weed killer - Hermione had said it was Fred's idea, and whoever this Fred was, he was a genius. And they had their own wits and strength and luck. Plenty enough to take on an insane plant and save her roommate. This lichenthrope was going down.

She wasn't nervous. Mostly.

[OOC: D'OH! Come in to lichenchat on AIM for planning purposes! My bad!]

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"HYAAAAAAARGH!"

Sokka followed suit. Spray! Spray! Spray!

Zero ferociously sprayed the lichenthrope with the last of her holy weed killer. Then she scowled and shook the bottle. "I'm all out!" Shake, shake.

The fact that Zack was still trying to take samples from the lichenthrope, might account for the fact he got as much weed killer on his hands as the lichen.

"I'm out too."

The lichenthrope was not happy with this turn of events. Not happy at all. Especially since it kind of burned, and was a generally unpleasant feeling.

In its little lichen language, it said "Gah!" followed by "Urgh!" and "Mraaah!" as it flopped around, apparently trying for the most dramatic death possible. It lost something in the fact that it was a lichen.

Finally, with a "Meh" it fell still.

Dawn poked it with a stick. Right in the belly, if lichen had a belly.

It didn't move. All right! "Oh yeah!" Rikku shouted. "We got that lichen good!"

"BOO-ya!" Sokka shouted punching the air. Then he did a little strutting sort of dance.

Suddenly, the lichen... well, it couldn't sit up or grab anyone's ankle.

So.

Suddenly, the lichen moved a couple centimeters thattaway!

Fred was cheering with the others when he saw the lichen move. He aimed his spray bottle at it and pulled the trigger, but he was out too! They had used up all their holy weed killer! Now what do we do? he wondered desperately. Then, suddenly, it came to him--the cheese grater. Fred pulled it out of his pocket, and held it up, memsmerized. It was perfect--if ever there was a need for a cheese grater, this was it! Fred raised the cheese grater high over his head, and as he brought it down, he yelled,

"Behold the power of CHEESE! Yahhhh!"

and smashed it over the lichen, grating it into a hundred wee tiny pieces. Finally, it was dead.

Fred looked over at Rikku and held up the cheese grater, which now had bits of lichen sticking to it.

"I told you you could never be too careful," he said.

Rikku gasped. And waited to make sure the wee tiny pieces didn't move.

"Whoa. Nice grating, Fred."

"Yeah! We killed it!" Zero said. Then she looked around at the holy weed killer-soaked swath of forest they stood in. "Um."

Dawn turned a small circle, shivering as she felt her wet, stinky, holy weed killer-soaked hair slap against the back of her neck. "Wow. Um, I think we're gonna get a nasty note from the Vice President." There was a lot of damp lichen around them.

"Don't look at me," Sokka replied. "I was totally over there." He pointed off in the darkness at another weed killer-soaked swath of forest that was presumably somehow less important to local wildlife.

"I was very scientific with my spraying," Zack pointed out.

Of course, all that meant was he'd managed to spray an even larger area than the others.

Rikku looked around nervously. "Uh ... maybe we didn't hurt anything? It probably looks worse than it is. Right?"

"Right!" Zero said optimistically. "It's probably...we are so squalled."

"No one needs to find out it was us," Zack said. "Maybe we can bribe the squirrels."

"Sooooo, I guess our work here is done," Dawn said, deciding to get out of the soon to be lichen-free area as soon as possible. "You guys ready to go?"

"Yeah, let's beat it," Zero said. She doubted they could bribe the squirrels, but maybe they could get out of here before the squirrel saw them. She grabbed anything incriminating and headed back for the building without looking to see if the others followed.

"I can do fleeing," Zack said. Then started following Zero's example.

Dawn saw no reason not to follow Zack. Especially since there was a shower at the end of the fleeing route. "Me too."

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