The Thread Celestial

[Shiny Joy Microwave of Sparkle]

Wait, wha-? Mayo?! What kinky s~~~ was going on while I was napping?!

[Celestial Healer]

Now, microwave... Let's not judge our guest. We should make him feel at home.

[Mr. Pilkington, Philosoraptor]

{pops in, leaves book on table by the door} Oh hello, if anyone sees Dr. Lector, please let him know I returned his book. I found the Advanced Racial Cookbook just full of wonderful ideas.

I have to get back home. I have a nice braised gnome au vin that should be ready in about a half hour.

[Hannibal Lecter]

Excuse me - did somebody drop of a book for me?

[Celestial Follower]

Wow! I thought this thr-, our home, got destroyed in the Purge Celestia.

[Gentleman Nurn]

Just shifted a little out of phase, I think.

[Celestial Healer]

My robes wound up on the other side of the phase. Could somebody hand me something to cover up?

[Celestial Follower]

Here, boss. I stol-, acquired, this towel from the Helliday Inn.

[Shiny Joy Microwave of Sparkle]

<DING> Pizza bites are done... {sigh}

[Celestial Healer]

Ooh! Should we have a party? We haven't had a party since the unfortunate incident with the aboleths.

[Shiny Joy Microwave of Sparkle]

Celestial Healer wrote:

Ooh! Should we have a party? We haven't had a party since the unfortunate incident with the aboleths.

{decides to remain silent about the actual "pepperoni" ingredients in the pizza bites}

[Celestial Healer]

Should it be a theme party? Our last one was demonic sacrifice themed. I'm thinking this party could use a little more Cthulhu.

[Gentleman Nurn]

I support this. I still have some celebratory favors left over from my last business trip to Yuggoth.

[Celestial Follower]

As long as we can get some cute Tindalos puppies...

[Celestial Follower]

I got collars for them with their names engraved.

[Celestial Healer]

Perfect. What are their names?

[Celestial Follower]

Well, their real names are hard to pronounce, so I went with Larry, Curly, and Deathy.

[Celestial Healer]

It looks like one of them found a bone to chew on.

[Celestial Follower]

Oh, that's my tibia. You scamps! Give it back!

<hops after Curly>

[Gentleman Nurn]

CH, I think you might want to look into Follower's medical records, yeeesssss. He appears to have a ... condition.

[Celestial Follower]

*hop* *hop* *hop*

Of course I have a medical condition--my shinbone has gone non-Euclidean.

[Celestial Healer]

I was never good at Euclidean geometry anyway.

*draws a blasphemous polygon on the ground*

[Gentleman Nurn]

No, no. A proper trapezohedron puts that plane through these lines, not over them.

Stop thinking in three dimensions.

[Celestial Follower]

I think in 3 1/3 dimensions.

*hop* *hop* *hop*

[Gentleman Nurn]

You should probably look into getting a prosthetic, yeeesssss.

[Celestial Healer]

Here...

*shoves a turkey drumstick in place of CF's shin*

It's as good as if I had cast restoration!

[Gentleman Nurn]

And probably has a better smell.

For now at least.

[Celestial Follower]

Larry! Give me back my temporary shinbone!

*hop* *hop* *hop*

Who knew puppies of Tindalos liked turkey so much?

[Celestial Follower]

Should I get tested for Rabies out of space?

[Celestial Healer]

Nah, you'll be fine.

Although you seem to be foaming at the mouth and sprouting tentacles. Still, I bet it will clear up in no time.

[Celestial Thaumoctopus]

I think the tentacles are a handsome touch. And it's my completely non-medical opinion that the mouth foam is simply a wondrous mead or beer brewing within his celestial innards.

The demiplane a few planar hops over keeps discussing BLTs. It's really making me hungry... I'm considering pillaging and looting all their food stores.

[Gentleman Nurn]

Bring me back One With Everything.

[Celestial Thaumoctopus]

Mmmm, Dalai Lama pizza... {drools}

[Celestial Healer]

I've never had that on a pizza.

CF, whip one up!

[Celestial Follower]

Here you go, boss!

<Out of the oven comes a pizza covered with the burnt remains of stuffed llamas>

One Dolly Llama pizza for you!

[Celestial Healer]

Mmm. Tastes like enlightenment.

[Celestial Follower]

It's probably this new non-stick spray I'm trying out.

I think it stands for Wonderful Dinners-40.

[Gentleman Nurn]

Did you pick that up in Mechanus? It smells Lawful, but not too Good.

[BluePigeon]

:::Pecks at Pizza:::

[Celestial Follower]

Hey, birdie! How did you fly in here? I could have sworn I closed all the windows.

[BluePigeon]

You left the sliding glass door open.

[Celestial Healer]

CF! I told you to keep it closed! What else is coming in here?

Oh look, it's a shoggoth.

[Celestial Follower]

Oh, he's here for mahjong night.

[The Thing From Beyond the Stars]

fffffffllllleeeeeeessssssshhhhhhh!

[Celestial Thaumoctopus]

fffffffllllleeeeeeessssssshhhhhhh?

[Duke of Disgorge]

Billy Idol?! I'm gonna puke blood!

RRRRRRRROOOOOOOOOOOOOLLLLLLLLLFFFFFFFFFFFF

[Celestial Follower]

Damn it! I just got the non-Euclidean poop stains off the carpet too!

[Gentleman Nurn]

Hang on, I have a bottle of Dagon-Be-Gone somewhere in this coat.

[Celestial Healer]

This used to be such a nice, welcoming place...

Now there are stains.

[Gentleman Nurn]

You just need to hire a cleaning service, yeeesssss.

I happen to know a guy in Pandaemonium....