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President of the Hair Club for Men

Charles Scholz is banned because he can't see me. And doubly-banned for using me as the party trapfinder... I feel pain too, you know?

Captain CAVEMAN!!!!!!!!!!

Belphegor is banned with sprinkles and a cherry on top.

Hulk ban Set for showing off his big thinkie brain! Oh wait, wrong thread.

Robot Chris: I technically have 4 limbs

so Robot Chris has effectively more or less than 4 limbs?

Robot Chris also works part-time as an Evil Assistant(tm) for Doctor Octopus.

Hey, want to go for a swim?

{tugs rowboat out of the water, re-chlorinates pool, skims leaves from pool} The pool is ready, young misses.

Over to Unseen Servant

Yeah, I'll take an eye-opener. I need it.

Apologies sir, my original casting expired. {hands him two quart-sized mugs of beer}

{floats up to celestial nymph Muffy} Your drink, Miss. {leaves two extra cocktails for distracted Molly and Mindy.}

{floats up to Malice Jack} Would you care for a drink, sir?

And now back to RL game prep before I get sucked in again... :P

{pokes Dalesman repeatedly, but he has a far-off glazed look in his eyes. Moves on...}

{floats up to celestial nymph} Would you care for a drink, miss?

Oh, um, thanks. Yeah, some more coffee would be nice.

{returns with non-alcoholic coffee, sugar bowl, and creamer} Your drink, miss.

{monotone:} Your drink, miss. {hands over Irish Coffee to Ambrosia}

{floats up to Lynora-Jill} Would you care for a drink, miss?

{in snooty British monotone} 2

Could someone please tell me why my closets are empty...oh, crap!

*Runs back to her room*

{in snooty British monotone, similar to Alan Rickman:} Message for you Lady Lynora-Jill {hands her sealed scroll:}

Dear Lynora-Jill,

Sincerely,
Ambrosia Slaad

I'll have a thin mint.

Just one?! Surely you have room. They are... wafer thin.

You. YAP YAP!

{places lei of croutons around his neck, sprinkles him with olive oil, minced garlic, and vinegar}

{in condescending British monotone:} Welcome, honored guest. Please enjoy your stay. {whispers} It is considered bad form to be an evil Poodle or whatever-you-really-are in this thread.

May I take your luggage? {attempts to take Greyish-Greenish non-Slaad around the corner and set it on fire}

well i see everyone RPs. -sits down and pulls off his pack- i am a Chaoist and a RPer...

...so what is with this? salads and poodles?

{places lei of croutons around his neck, sprinkles him with olive oil, minced garlic, and vinegar}

{in condescending British monotone:} Welcome, honored guest. Please enjoy your stay. {whispers} It is considered bad form to mention the evil Poodles in this thread.

May I take your luggage? {takes backpack without permission, whisks it around the corner, and sets it on fire}

Here you go, Sytt. Have some Pecan Sandies.

Someone needs to go on a Pecan Sandies run.

{approaches with several boxes of cookies and a glass of scotch, asks in monotone:} Lord Secretary, would you care for a cookie or a beverage? We have Thin Mints, Slaad-moas, Dretch-si-dos, Treflumpfs...

woot! new page!

Er, no thanks. I'm...on a diet. The 'I know what went into those cookies' diet.

{examines boxes} Ah yes, full of artifical flavors and perseratives. Dreadfully unhealthy.

Pecan sandies can be a little dry sometimes. Anyone have ice cream?

{approaches with several boxes of cookies and a champagne flute of celestial nectar, asks in monotone:} Ambassador Celestial, would you care for a cookie or a beverage? We have Thin Mints, Slaad-moas, Dretch-si-dos, Treflumpfs...

While I was out running errands I actually caught a glimpse of that rarest of creatures, the construction worker. Seriously, I wasn't entirely sure they actually existed. I mean, usually the only evidence of them is mysterious orange barrels that appear along the road without warning.

{approaches with several boxes of cookies, asks in monotone:} Mistress Lynora, would you care for a cookie? We have Thin Mints, Slaad-moas, Dretch-si-dos, Treflumpfs...