*Lands on a small outcrop in the wall, giggling.*
Very funny indeed, can't wait for the one about Zendra!
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Hey!
This is my father's house.
You WILL be respectful at all times!
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When GoatToucher went to Uvalu,
He encountered the famous bear, Baloo
Baloo was quite nervous,
GoatToucher was perverse,
What more horrid a fate could befall you?
Vampire Schism wrote:
Hey!
This is my father's house.
You WILL be respectful at all times! I appreciate your efforts daughter, however, we are at the Malodor household.
At the same time, getting those three to be respectful is an effort in utility...
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There was a young man wrote, utility.
You might think he meant futility.
But you would be wrong, he’s singing a song,
and thinking of adopting a poodility *.
*A poodle, but I stuck an illitie on there to make it rhyme.
Count Reiner Heydrich wrote:
is an effort in futility ... I would have edited it had I noticed soon enough.
But, as The when knows, I unfortunately did not notice soon enough.
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Count Reiner Heydrich wrote:
I appreciate your efforts daughter, however, we are at the Malodor household.
At the same time, getting those three to be respectful is an effort in utility...
Wait a moment.
I went to sleep in your house.
How did I wake up here?
You travelled by trombone!
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When Vikram invaded old Zendra,
Both he and his sergeant, Hitendra,
Saved their loins from the natives
With y-fronts, ablative,
And hurled hand grenades back with a bent bra.
Vampire Schism wrote:
Wait a moment.
I went to sleep in your house.
How did I wake up here? Ignore the fairies, they're just teasing you.
*Points to Schism (somehow)*
Ask her why you are here, she also doesn't like the biscuits I brought.
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Count Reiner Heydrich wrote:
Vampire Schism wrote:
Hey!
This is my father's house.
You WILL be respectful at all times! I appreciate your efforts daughter, however, we are at the Malodor household.
At the same time, getting those three to be respectful is an effort in utility...
Oh, is there a want of respect from certain people? Lacastrakaa, be so kind as to fetch both THE CLAMPS, and THE CORK!
*Looks at Zolar and Toxiana, a smug grin on his face.*
The two of you are very much in trouble now!
You are right about her , Falco.
*Points to Toxiana.*
But our host was speaking about you not me!
*Looks at Falco and Zolar very indignantly.*
Well I never! The two of you often insult me when not at each other's throats!
*Turns away in a huff.*
And Dowager Comtesse de Malodor was talking about the two of you!
Count Reiner Heydrich wrote:
Ignore the fairies, they're just teasing you.
*Points to Schism (somehow)*
Ask her why you are here, she also doesn't like the biscuits I brought.
That girl drives me crazy sometimes.
Just take it easy and breathe slowly...
And treat yourself to one of my biscuits and "wine".
My beverage is also rather exquisite, too much so for my children.
*Everyone looks at what - or rather who - Mother Widow is drinking...*
Unhand my beloved, you octipedal trollop! No-one gets to do that to THE DIRTY DANGLER except me!
Picks up a guitar and begins to strum along with Lady Blackmoor.
“Yeah, yeah, yeah.”
“Ooooh, owa, ooooh, oh”.
Lady Blackmoor wrote:
Unhand my beloved, you octipedal trollop! No-one gets to do that to THE DIRTY DANGLER except me! So disrespectful, has your mother not taught you about manners?
*Drops the Dirty Dangler, who lands flat on his front.*
And to think, I thought of you so highly.
*Recoils from giving Lady Blackmoor her gift*
It seems that I must find another to favour.
*Meanwhile, Falco, Zolar and Toxiana start an intense argument that boils over into a fight. Thankfully, despite the hectic antics of magic spells being thrown about the room, the damage is minimal and no one is badly injured.*
Well, at least they're entertaining, I'll give them that.
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I'm glad somebody is, EH PULG?!
*Looks over at Pulg, with an unamused expression.*
OK, what did you do/didn't do now you ungodly mound of matted fibres!
The when wrote:
Picks up a guitar and begins to strum along with Lady Blackmoor.
“Yeah, yeah, yeah.”
“Ooooh, owa, ooooh, oh”.
Sax-O-Bear wrote:
Ru tu tu-te-tu-te-tu! ...
:phoomph:
*Goes over to GoatToucher's Gothic Fairy Sousaphone Band.*
It's great to see you guys here, but where is your master?
*Drives clown car down the road, in a hurry but still keeping to the speed limit, having been called away from the party due to unexpected circumstances. Then gets stuck in traffic with lots of drivers shouting, honking their car horns, using profanity and trying their luck to get through. Some even start sleeping.*
Who let these clowns on the road!?
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Count Reiner Heydrich wrote:
*Looks over at Pulg, with an unamused expression.*
OK, what did you do/didn't do now you ungodly mound of matted fibres!
Years of disappointment.
Pulg's Wives wrote:
Count Reiner Heydrich wrote:
*Looks over at Pulg, with an unamused expression.*
OK, what did you do/didn't do now you ungodly mound of matted fibres!
Years of disappointment. Ah, I see, though I should have realised it would be that.
Spoiler: How doth the little crocodile, improve his shining tail?
Or pour the waters of the Nile, on every golden scale?
How cheerfully he seems to grin... How neatly spreads his claws...
And welcomes little fishes in... with gently smiling jaws.
Oh, I'm so sorry, are we boring you?
Perhaps, you wish to leave the festivity? The door is over to your right.
Sorry. Bad poetry puts me to sleep.
Oh, sorry, I didn't realise. Sorry for being sarcastic earlier.
*Blushes slightly due to embarrassment.*
I personally like that particular poem, but I'm curious what poetry pleases you.
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All kinds, as long as it is good.
My favorite style is the sonnet.
That was starting to become popular when I got locked in the oubliette.
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Dedrick, The Professor wrote:
*Goes over to GoatToucher's Gothic Fairy Sousaphone Band.*
It's great to see you guys here, but where is your master?
:they stare:
:they collectively, and in unison, soil themselves:
:they begin to weep, silently:
Bravo! Bravo! Encore! Bis! Bis!
*Starts marching in and out of the Malodor household...*
Now, fairies, how come the putz in the helmet can do with one gob what you cannot do with around 120?
Perhaps he GETS PAID, Pulg?!
Yes, there's that, but also there's more than just him.
Yes. They also have splayed beaks optimised for feeding in a semi-aquatic environment, shiny feathers, and corkscrew-shaped nobs.
No, those are just the humming bird/penguin hybrids I made...
And then gave to Comte de Malodor for his birthday. Where he added the last part.
Play-doh is an extremely versatile substance.
True, but still, putting corkscrew shaped anythings on a body is silly!
*Meanwhile, at Castle Heydrich, screams of people cry out before going silent...*
*And the janitorial staff have yet more blood to clear up now!*
Come, my sisters, these peasants have been drained. And none choose to serve.
Perhaps those who dwell near the Mortis Mansion will join the master!
*Gets a kriss blade and slices open Comte de Malodor, spilling the fool's guts out.*
*Then, proceeds to slice open the bodies of GoatToucher's Gothic Fairy Sousaphone band*