Watch out for the biplanes, dear.
Speaking of which, has anyone seen Starscream?
That's Star-Scream for all those fleshling perverts!
*eyes the strange metal giant warily and curtsies to the Queen*
Pardon me, Your Majesty, but what "biplanes?"
I have not seen Stars-cream.
Now, if you will excuse me, I have a date with a South American gentleman by the name of Raoul.
I can see you are all terribly busy, but could someone possibly point me in the direction of the Emerald City?
:Slowly zips up the Queen, after wiping the clotted cream on his fingers onto her back:
My dear, aren't you confused? We sold the girl who looking for the Emerald City last week to a witch who generously gave us several hundred pounds of fine teas for her.
:Loudly slurps tea from his dish:
*eyes the strange metal giant warily and curtsies to the Queen*
Pardon me, Your Majesty, but what "biplanes?"
*tsk* They're planes that go both ways, dear. Surely everyone knows that.
*Smashes a slithy-tove*
CLEAN CUP!
EVERYONE MOVE DOWN!!!
I have not seen Stars-cream.
Now, if you will excuse me, I have a date with a South American gentleman by the name of Raoul.
*yawn* Remind him to feed his head, would you? I'd hate to see it starve.
Why, you're right, of course! I was chasing the white rabbit! Has anyone seen him?
It's so hard to keep my head clear in this place with the clouds of funny smoke. *waves a hand in front of her face and coughs*
:From above in a tree:
SQUAWK!
Silly tea-totallers. Nothing is drier than a jolly caucus race!
*transforms into a tank, smooshing several borogoves and mome raths before proceeding to move down.*
Why, you're right, of course! I was chasing the white rabbit! Has anyone seen him?
It's so hard to keep my head clear in this place with the clouds of funny smoke. *waves a hand in front of her face and coughs*
Youuuuu will get uuuuuuuused to it.
*Frowns at table*
There are plenty of places here. Couldn't I possibly have a cup before I go? It's rude not to ask now that I'm here.
Why, you're right, of course! I was chasing the white rabbit! Has anyone seen him?
It's so hard to keep my head clear in this place with the clouds of funny smoke. *waves a hand in front of her face and coughs*
What the hell, Mariju? What the hell is that caterpillar doing here? Not cool, man, not cool.
Ah, young lady... why ever would you want a clear head?
*Frowns at table*
There are plenty of places here. Couldn't I possibly have a cup before I go? It's rude not to ask now that I'm here.
Well, I suppose if you must have MORE tea.
:Hands her a tea dish as it is filled by a mesmerizing process of pouring into tumbling cups that fall full as the tea cascades down them, each in front of a place:
*Watches "Mothra" and chuckles*
*sips tea after adding five lumps of sugar and a pint of heavy cream*
Thank you kindly, sir. I seem to have become terribly hungry, too. I'll just nibble on the Dormouse's tarts; he's asleep and isn't eating.
*sips tea after adding five lumps of sugar and a pint of heavy cream*
Thank you kindly, sir. I seem to have become terribly hungry, too. I'll just nibble on the Dormouse's tarts; he's asleep and isn't eating.
*Roars*
I demand that you ask before taking!
*sips tea after adding five lumps of sugar and a pint of heavy cream*
Thank you kindly, sir. I seem to have become terribly hungry, too. I'll just nibble on the Dormouse's tarts; he's asleep and isn't eating.
What a bottomless pit you are for such a slip of a girl. Now look, you've gone and made the ash can mad!
Hmm? Oh, it seems we have another guest! Hatter, could you pass the scones? I seem to be out of tarts.
Scones and cream,
Clotted cream,
Mousey wants them
Where's he been?
:sets the Dormouse's kettle spinning so that it tumbles towards the tray of scones:
~A rather unseemly organ slowly materializes, followed by the rest of a large striped feline the size of a man.~
Puuuuuuuuurrrrrrrrrfect. If we any iccccccccce that is.
I am not an ash can! I am a highly sophisticated cybernetic lifeform destined to destroy this world and all its fleshlings!
*mumbles*
~A rather unseemly organ slowly materializes, followed by the rest of a large striped feline the size of a man.~
Puuuuuuuuurrrrrrrrrfect. If we any iccccccccce that is.
Cat? CAT!
*grabs butter knife and starts hacking wildly, upending his teacup*
*mumbles about getting a negative...*
Hey-HEY! <twirls 'stache'> All this smoke and I'm here! It's like a foreshadowing. Now where's the thin blonde with the rack?
Hey babe, how about I be blunt and you in the sack? Hoo-Hah!
~A rather unseemly organ slowly materializes, followed by the rest of a large striped feline the size of a man.~
Puuuuuuuuurrrrrrrrrfect. If we any iccccccccce that is.
Cat? CAT!
*grabs butter knife and starts hacking wildly, upending his teacup*
Right on cue, grinning like a Cheshire. Say, Kitty, have you seen the March Hare about? We've been waiting and the cream is getting warm.
*Snags the dormouse's scones as the hapless creature flails about, buttering everything*
Woopsie.
*Stuffs scones in mouth*
Mmmmmmmmm....
Lord Megatron, what are you doing here?! {looks around in disgust} What is the meaning of this irrational fleshling ritual?
{scans worriedly for Gishimus Prime}
I'm actually finding the evisceration of these particular fleshlings to be quite enjoyable!
*Stomps Tweedle-Dee into a bloody paste, but not Tweedle-Dum*
oh Tea, But the last party went kind of strange. I am not a stripper, I repeat not a stripper. Now what kind of tea is available?
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I'm actually finding the evisceration of these particular fleshlings to be quite enjoyable!
*Stomps Tweedle-Dee into a bloody paste, but not Tweedle-Dum*
{puts Alice's Sister into Jack LaLanne Power Juicer}
{sigh} Well, that doesn't make Energon. {scans remaining fleshlings for suitable energy source}
*Punts the Walrus and the Carpenter over the horizon*
oh Tea, But the last party went kind of strange. I am not a stripper, I repeat not a stripper. Now what kind of tea is available?
Strong black tea for milk and sugar or orange pekoe for lemon and honey, but please do take it in a dish. No glasses or ice or anything foolish. We may be mad, but we're surely not foolish.
<twirls 'stasche> Hey, Hatter. Do you got any red wine in here? I don't mean to be blunt ... Ha! Blunt! Getit? Hoo-Hah!
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<twirls 'stasche> Hey, Hatter. Do you got any red wine in here? I don't mean to be blunt ... Ha! Blunt! Getit? Hoo-Hah!
Ah, Colonel Slade from Stench of a Fleshling, I didn't recognize you before with the hairy foliage above your speech apparatus. Did you ever manage to get your ocular sensors repaired?
Excuse a me. ***Paging Professor Hatter....could you step into the FawtL thread? A homework assignment needs your attention***
Cat! Cat! Cat! Cat... zzz
* sighs *
Has no-one seen the White Rabbit?
<twists 'stasche, takes a hit> Colonel Slade, Major Malfunction, General Malpractice, Doctor Feelgood. That's moi. But back to the buxom blonde. You're looking for the white rabbit? I can help you find him. Here, take a hit of this....don't be shy.
*Extracts a cube of energon from a Nile Crocodile's tail*
Mwahahahahahaha! This will be so easy!
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oh Tea, But the last party went kind of strange. I am not a stripper, I repeat not a stripper. Now what kind of tea is available?Strong black tea for milk and sugar or orange pekoe for lemon and honey, but please do take it in a dish. No glasses or ice or anything foolish. We may be mad, but we're surely not foolish.
I have a flask around here somewhere that should do me fine.
::Pours::
SHOW.ME.THE.HARE.
What? I'm not good enough.
*Pelts The Hatter with "chocolate eggs"*
Ew. What kind of Easter Bunny throws eggs of poo? You, sir, are an IMPOSTER! Megatron!
Ew. What kind of Easter Bunny throws eggs of poo? You, sir, are an IMPOSTER! Megatron!
Poo? They're Carob, though I agree it tastes like crap.
*continues hucking*
<twists 'stasche, takes a hit> Colonel Slade, Major Malfunction, General Malpractice, Doctor Feelgood. That's moi. But back to the buxom blonde. You're looking for the white rabbit? I can help you find him. Here, take a hit of this....don't be shy.
Well-bred young ladies don't hit, sir!
<twists 'stasche, takes a hit> Colonel Slade, Major Malfunction, General Malpractice, Doctor Feelgood. That's moi. But back to the buxom blonde. You're looking for the white rabbit? I can help you find him. Here, take a hit of this....don't be shy.Well-bred young ladies don't hit, sir!
Insert joke about boggarting...
::Uses strange woman's head to stir multiple teacups::
And I say well-bred ladies are IT, mademoiselle. Yes, they're quite the thing, really. Almost as hot as tea! Although you could stand a hair cut. Or at least something to hold your hair back so it doesn't blow into your tea. It's like there's a giant fan blowing on you all the time in slow motion with sultry music playing in the background.
oh Tea, But the last party went kind of strange. I am ... a stripper, I repeat ... a stripper. Now what kind of tea is available?
OFF WITH YOUR PANTS!!