I propose that we NOT rebuild M. FuelDrop at all. That is clearly the most cost effective solution.

Sorry, M. Fueldrop ! I'll admit I would feel really bad with that outcome, were it not that you look suspiciously like an aristocrat to me, and... well... we have a permanent cure for that condition, where I come from: it's called a guillotine !

Signed,
citizen Quiche,
member of the Revolutionary Council of Galt,
in the tenth day of the 40th year of the Great Uprising.

I almost forgot: citizen Mithril, what are your views about counter-revolutionary decadent bourgeois ? Take your time to answer...

The next poster will kick ass and take names.

*KICKS ASS with tail* 2d8 + 21 ⇒ (4, 5) + 21 = 30

*writes Quiche Lisp*

The next poster is something completely different.

HELLO! What's goin' on in here?

The next poster knows!

We're giving inane directives to people we do not know, and only have a 50% chance to predict, so long as we predict Quiche Lisp.

The next poster wants to be Quiche Lisp but doesn't have the time.

Pff, I can't be bothered with all that.

I'm cool and I'm sane. And I chew grass: that's a very time consuming activity, I'll let you know.

That Quiche Lisp character is not well in the head, is uncool, and he doesn't chew grass: he smokes it. That's twisted, all those juicy blades of grass going up in smoke !

I just don't have time for this...

The next poster will be freewheeling.

Well I ran out of quarters to do laundry and I only have a few pairs of undies without holes...OHHHH you said freewheeling, my bad.

The next poster is unemotionally attached, but has a deep longing for something.

I'm not sure what "unemotionally attached" means, but if you mean "emotionally unattached", I am indeed and intend to stay that way.

And I do. That something is usually more time to work on my various projects that isn't occupied up with work or other obligations.

The next poster has better things to do with their time.

Stop staring at me, clean laundry. I know I have to put you away... but the internet calls to me.

The next poster just had a startling revelation about Mac & Cheese.

My god ! This... this stuff isn't bread ! And - ho, the horror - this [b]thing[/i] isn't cheese ! It's not even a little bit related. It's like it is not even a dairy product !

And that meat... don't even get me started on the meat !

The next poster is a wannabe hipster.

And this is my theme SONG

The next poster wishes they could be blue.

Blue fire burns hotter!

The next poster just can't handle the heat!

Yeah, this FIRE is just to much!

The next poster is a closet Jonas fan.

So awesome!

The next poster likes it when everything runs smoothly.

The best laid schemes usually do.

The next poster is more awake than I am.

Ever vigilant! You can tell by my enormous googly eyes.

The next poster is sleepposting.

Mrh.

Mrh mrh mrh John Mayer mrh.

*shivers* No.

The next poster will gladly do it, though.

But, only because there is a gorilla in a pink tutu.

The next poster is thinking what I am thinking.

I think so, MythrilDragon, but where are we going to get that many aardvarks at this time of night? Narf!

The next poster is a lab mouse.

The party wizard has some cruel... cruel jokes. Mainly with Polymorph.

The next poster is an ex-lab mouse.

Indeed. They took my mouse brain and put it in an incredible android body. I hate it, as they didn't give me any way to eat cheese!

The next poster resents being stereotyped, and is hypocritical about it.

Yeah, well if that's the way you fell about dragons all I have to say is YOUR MOM.

The next poster is celebrating something.

The elections are over, sirs, and with only minor looting and rioting. Everything is under control.

The next poster is being watched, sirs.

I have 2 cats. I'M ALWAYS BEING WATCHED.

The next poster has 6 reasons to not be on the computer right now but decides to ignore all of them.

I just don't want to miss any of those super cute kitty cat videos or MEME's.

The Next Poster wants a kitty for the Holidays.

Awww, cute kitty ! kitty kitty kitty, come here to Papa Quiche ! here, have a nice bit bit of liver meat ! Yes, that's good, that is good ! that's a cuuute liddle kitty !

The next poster is thinking about changing his life.

No, that's just my mood swings again.

The next poster wants a jetpack for odd reasons.

No, nothing odd, just to smooth my clothes and get my hair in model.

Next poster keeps puppet in the basement for a very good reason.

Indeed I do. Each of them represents a different facet of my split personality.

The next poster knows my dirty little secrets. All of them. Brain bleach is second shelf on the right, just next to the Yoda puppet.

0_°.... :\'-( !

With a little teapot ?!

Auuuggggh ! [Reaches for bleach. Pours on brain.]

Haaa, that's better... Will there be any after effects I wonder ?

Ack ! Ack ! Urggg ! Aaaagh !

Gnnn groooaannn next urggg pos...ter bleh bleh fthagn fthagn !

FTHAGN!

The next poster thinks we are.

Indeed we are...

...the next poster thinks we are not.

You're a scary, black, eye, mouth thingy, we are most certainly not.

The next poster wants to be a scary, black, eye, mouth thingy.

Eh.

Next.

What is that? *Staring at the apathetic elemental*

The next poster could explain that this being is...

That, madam, is an Apathy Elemental. A living - if that's the proper word for it - concentrated, semi-animate conglomeration of distilled universal lethargy. It is to entropy, inaction, and inertia what other elementals are to their respective components. And much like its origin nature, it is prone to very little activity, attention, or consideration. It simply exists not to care.

The next poster will be my next volunteer to participate in my Brain Tumbler Experiment.

That's fine, i'll get a new one.

The next poster has a better use for stitches then i do.

Cross Stitching is so relaxing.

What the next poster does to relax, everyone else calls work.

Some say it's a lot of work to create 7+ level characters from scratch, with a backstory and a feat selection.

The next poster has 10 days to ________.

...Exegete The Gospel of Mark 13:1-8 and craft a theologically sound sermon that proclaims the Word of God in a contemporary and relevant way and deliver it to a congregation that contains some of the worlds acclaimed experts on the topic of Reformed Theology, yes some of them have even wrote books on the subject.

Then next poster will be doing something else on Sunday the 18th of November.

I'll be sitting in a congregation listening to a sermon, but I don't think it'll be that one, and I don't think I'll have anyone famous or acclaimed around me, at least that I know of.

Next poster is almost done with work.

It true. Five and a half more hours and I can go home.

The next poster just fell off the truck.

Ouch, that hurt!

The next poster has been recruited to run a top secret government agency, and is underpaid.

My top secret government agency is so secret nobody knows it exists, and nobody could vote its budget !

The next poster will be very hush-hush.

...

The next poster...

Yes, of course...it will be done.

The next poster can't keep quiet.

Grrr ! woooof ! groooarrrg ! grrrrr !

....

Wooof ! Rowff ! groag groooo... !

I'll do it, if you insist ! But that's strong language you're using just right now.

The next poster will throw me a bone.

Here, catch! *THUNK* That looks like it hurt. What part of 'catch' was I unclear about.

On second thoughts, maybe using a full dinosaur skeleton was overkill.

The next poster will receive powers to rival those of superman, but they're in such a form that he'd never dare use them in public due to being so embarrassing.

Having to sing Justin Bieber songs while dancing naked is to much for me!
I rather get squashed by the Hulk.

Next poster has a super useless super power.