I'm so confused!
Welcome, welcome! *Boy security is getting lax* Chef has an opening for you in the kitch-, er, spa. {ushers Cluebie along} Lord Moorluck has strict cleanliness requirements before granting a temporary visa... ah yes, this bath is open now. Hurry up, hurry up, you don't want to be caught breaking the law do you? {helps him into stew pot} There you go, just relax your worries away. The water is nice and warm. What did you say your species was? That's ok, I'll just put down "Wild Turkey Surprise."
I feel so loved!
*Slashes at Chef's nose again*Ow! *Slashes at the nose*Silly snake! Why do you slash at your own nose?
~he misses, not quite realizing the chef has no nose...~
Ha ha ha... You are very cute! I will make you my sous-chef. You may be in charge of whatever station you want.
Ahh! Wild turkey surpise! Make sure you add in ze cumin!
~takes a container of pecan sandies and bonks it with his ladle, making it (and the cookies) incorporeal~
Here you go, mon ami!
*Slashes at Chef's nose again*Ow! *Slashes at the nose*Silly snake! Why do you slash at your own nose?
~he misses, not quite realizing the chef has no nose...~
Ha ha ha... You are very cute! I will make you my sous-chef. You may be in charge of whatever station you want.
Ahh! Wild turkey surpise! Make sure you add in ze cumin!
~takes a container of pecan sandies and bonks it with his ladle, making it (and the cookies) incorporeal~
Here you go, mon ami!
Who are you talking to? Oh well. Stop attacking me, or I will blow up the cooking pot over there.
It's getting rowdy in here.
Kinda quiet around here...
You wake up late for school man you don't wanna go
You ask you mom, "Please?" but she still says, "No!"
You missed two classes and no homework
But your teacher preaches class like you're some kind of jerk
You gotta fight for your right to party
You gotta fight for your right to party
You gotta fight for your right to party
You gotta fight for your right to party
You pops caught you smoking and he said, "No way!"
That hypocrite smokes two packs a day
Man, living at home is such a drag
Now your mom threw away your best porno mag (Busted!)
You gotta fight for your right to party
You gotta fight for your right to party
You gotta fight for your right to party
You gotta fight for your right to party
Don't step out of this house if that's the clothes you're gonna wear
I'll kick you out of my home if you don't cut that hair
Your mom busted in and said, "What's that noise?"
Aw, mom you're just jealous it's the Beastie Boys!
You gotta fight for your right to party
You gotta fight for your right to party
You gotta fight for your right to party
You gotta fight for your right to party
Ugh! Who let the karaoke start again!
Rabble?Br... brother?
RABBLE!
Who are you talking to? Oh well. Stop attacking me, or I will blow up the cooking pot over there.
{whispers} I think Chef's gotten into the cooking sherry again.
Ha ha ha... You are very cute!
You think I'm cute?! {looks down at his own whithered undead form filled with melon-baller holes} Yep, definitely been into the sherry, by at least half a bottle.
I will make you my sous-chef. You may be in charge of whatever station you want.
Ahh! Wild turkey surpise! Make sure you add in ze cumin!
Huh, that's not how Bugs makes it. Oh well... {adds cumin}
~takes a container of pecan sandies and bonks it with his ladle, making it (and the cookies) incorporeal~
Here you go, mon ami!
Don't need your ladle, I can use a regular one now that my Ghost Touch 'Ove-Gloves' arrived (free with my Flumpf-Wow order).
Oooo, pecan sandies. {pounces upon them like starved Cookie Monster}
How could you let this thread fall below the fold! Are you turning into a bunch of slackers?
How could you let this thread fall below the fold! Are you turning into a bunch of slackers?
Don't
blame
me,
Fanboy;
I'm
doing
my
part!
Burma-Shave
I'm bored. Can I have some cookies?
I'm bored. Can I have some cookies?
{looks up from stirring Cluebie bisque} No! No soup for you! {shakes ladle angrily}
I'm bored. Can I have some cookies?
Here you go, Sytt. Have some Pecan Sandies.
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How could you let this thread fall below the fold! Are you turning into a bunch of slackers?
I feel kinda remiss... I haven't been adding to the longevity of this thread. Now I will try to do my part.
Potential discussion topics:
1) Happy Birthday to Nikola Tesla! Did he really invent a Death Ray?
2) Recently a blue lobster was caught in Canadian waters. What's he feelin' down about, eh?
3) Boobies. They are not funny, they are AMAZING!
4) What is your favorite strangely named molecule? (Mine is DEADCAT (DiEthyl AzoDiCarboxylate with Acid and Triphenylphosphine))
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.
Cracking idea! {casts Summon Food Delivery II}
<PoOf!> Wha- what's going on here? {looks around, confused} I was just doing a play- Hey, where am I? Why am I dressed like a Girl Scout? And where did all the boxes of cookies come from?
*Too bad Lilith doesn't deliver.* {casts Unseen Servant} Please distibute these cookies to the President's Cabinent and Royal Guests.
{to Ms. Duncan} Ah, hello, I see you are here for you sauna appointment. {dons toque blanche and apron}
Abra-ca-pocus!...
{hands confused woman a glass of white wine} Heir jou go... drinkie drinkie und then ve kan starten jour massage.
{looks at holey apparition, decides she'll have that drink after all} <gulp> Ah... ooo, that wine went right to my head... {passes out}
Now mit jour massage, mon cherie... {quickly tenderizes PSD with mallet, bastes her with butter} Yøm-yøm-yømmm, mit de bøøter!
Und nøw mit jøur sauna! {slides PSD into large oven for 3.5-4 hours until golden brown and tender}
Børk børk børk!
{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...
Er, no thanks. I'm...on a diet. The 'I know what went into those cookies' diet.
Now mit jour massage, mon cherie... {quickly tenderizes PSD with mallet, bastes her with butter} Yøm-yøm-yømmm, mit de bøøter!
Und nøw mit jøur sauna! {slides PSD into large oven for 3.5-4 hours until golden brown and tender}
Børk børk børk!
Screw that.
*Readies fireball*
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Here you go, Sytt. Have some Pecan Sandies.
{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...
Mmm. Girl scouts are delicious.
I mean, Girl scout cookies. You know, it's... umm...
I'll have a thin mint.
{slides PSD into large oven for 3.5-4 hours until golden brown and tender}
Børk børk børk!
Screw that. *Readies fireball*
Nu, nu, nu! Ze moost be kooked zløwlee! Fast kook will mak de toughin von de meet!
A yugoloth considered about an innocent human?... how chivalrously quaint.
{loads antique +3 blunderbuss ("Böome-Böome:" +3 dismissing blunderbuss)} Uveryoon iz a föod kreetik dese dayz
I've never prepared deviled yugoloth pate before... oooo, this is just like Irøn Cheef! {points blunderbuss at Sytt}
{loads antique +3 blunderbuss ("Böome-Böome:" +3 dismissing blunderbuss)} Uveryoon iz a föod kreetik dese dayz
I've never prepared deviled yugoloth pate before... oooo, this is just like Irøn Cheef! {points blunderbuss at Sytt}
Fine, fine! I'll leave the stupid kid alone!
Fine, fine! I'll leave the stupid kid alone!
{confused} Oh I git eet. Zee joost looks yung!{consults Etherpedia} Sez hear ze ist 63 yar alt.
She must have signed a devilish pact for eternal youth.
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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.
Yeah, they were thought to be extinct but with the stimulus effort they've resurfaced, like th(os)e ivory-billed woodpecker(s).