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[GT's Gothic Fairy Sousaphones]

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...FHOOMPH...

[George Carlin]

Pulg's Fairy Operatic Tenor wrote:

CU-HAN YOU HEARRR THEE PEOPLE SEEEENG?

...swinging the schlongs of Jiang Zemin...!?

[Fish-Malkovich]

Hey, George Carlin, do you still run that hotel which GoatToucher regularly frequents?

Because I would like to make a reservation; room with a Seaview, king sized bed and extra linen!

[The when]

GT's Gothic Fairy Sousaphones wrote:

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...FHOOMPH...

A FHOOMPH and a shout, and all the things slip a little more sideways.

[George Carlin]

Fish-Malkovich wrote:

Hey, George Carlin, do you still run that hotel which GoatToucher regularly frequents?

All we got open right now is the Frisbeeterian Suite: That's where we chuck you onto the roof and leave you there.

[Dedrick, The Professor]

He'll take it!

[R2-FU]

*CLAXON-CLAXON-CLAXON-CLAXON...!*

*catapults Fish-Malkovich onto the roof of the historic SLEEP-&-F%%@ Motel...right into one of the letters in the giant neon sign*

[Dedrick, The Professor]

Sometimes, you've just got to love that robot.

[Milk-Fauczowicz]

So it was YOU who short-circuited the poor thing.

[Dedrick, The Professor]

No, the robot was always like that. No-one has done anything to it.

[R2-FU]

*BEEPBEEPHONKHONKBONK-BONK-BONK...!*

*interacts in a vaguely-inappropriate manner with Dedrick's washing-machine*

[Dedrick, The Professor]

My case in point, why would I reprogram R2-FU to do that to my washing machine?

Wait a minute, I use the local launderette like everyone else, I don't have a washing machine!

[R2-FU]

*BONK-BONK-BONK-BONK-BONK...!*

[The when]

Dedrick, The Professor wrote:

My case in point, why would I reprogram R2-FU to do that to my washing machine?

Wait a minute, I use the local launderette like everyone else, I don't have a washing machine!

No one suggested that you programmed anything.

[AM GOLD]

R2-FU wrote:

*BONK-BONK-BONK-BONK-BONK...!*

All our times have come.

Here but now they're gone.

[Fish-Malkovich]

*Is having a major sabbatical on the roof of the SLEEP-&-F%+! Motel.*

*Uses all the linen sheets and drinks all the Canada Dry tonic water.*

[Pulg]

Day 45 of the Grand Rebellion.

The piccolo players breached the perimeter fence in several places, and were only driven back at great cost and by depleting most of our strategic celeriac reserves. I really should open negotiations with the Fairy Musicians' Union.

Meanwhile, I recall happier times, when my brother and I made 'tonic water' by squeezing out the sheets at some motel or another into the bell of a tuba and leaving the mixture to ferment.

[Goblin Mime]

*Initiates a grand summoning ritual, to bring back GoatToucher.*

[The when]

*Shines in the night sky like the sun, so the revolution never rests. Meanwhile, Revolution 9 by the Beatles is on repeat.*

[Fairy Musicians' Union Official]

Dammit, those PRS fees will wipe out any material gains the Revolution makes, and now we all have Whenburn (and sleep deprivation) too. If the Fairy Soviets agree, we shall have to open negotiations with Pulg.

[Bumptious Wazzock]

*Brings emergency provisions to the fairy bands, as they continue their rebellion.*

*Also gives them specially made sunglasses to help them rest.*

[The Fiend Fantastic]

By the nine hells, you are still going at it......

[The when]

Nuh uh. No its being gone at around here.

[I'm Hiding In Your Closet]

*while The Fiend is distracted, adds a 10th Hell...!*

*...AAAND gives The Fiend a Sneak-Attack Makeover to make him look like Pinkie Pie again, for old time's sake*

[Fish-Malkovich]

*Finds a large amount of cursed toys, puts them in the same closet that IHIYC is in.*

[I'm Hiding In Your Closet]

*appears before assembled toys wearing what might be some kind of incredibly ostentatious general's regalia*

*cursed toys immediately recognize their liege and salute in unison*

*takes a moment to honor The Fallen....*

[Pulg]

Jimmy might, if you push him at the right time, in the right place.

We have achieved peace with the Fairies, on the following conditions:

1) Nessun Dorma is to be played backwards, or not at all
2) The flageolets will be cleaned, finally
3) Time off (paid) for International Mrs. Goldberg Day
4) White salad cheese at every meal
5) Disciplinary beatings will no longer clash with re-runs of Bananaman.

Personally, I think this is unreasonable restraint on the Spirit of Enterprise that brings prosperity to all - next stop, Venezuela - but I shall have to put up with it for the time being.

[I'm Hiding In Your Closet]

Pulg wrote:

2) The flageolets will be cleaned, finally

We talking woodwinds, or legumes?

[Fish-Malkovich]

Probably neither, Pulg tends to favour a sort of brass percussion, couldn’t tell you much more I’m afraid.

In the meantime, Count Reiner Heydrich has asked me to assist his daughter in acquiring “las cinco muertes” archipelago (plus Isla Nublar).

[Oni Taiko-Drums In Your Closet]

*commence WAR-drumming!!!*

*also flash collective invoice for mercenary fees, if they're going to be involved in that....*

[Pulg]

I'm Hiding In Your Closet wrote:

Pulg wrote:

2) The flageolets will be cleaned, finally

We talking woodwinds, or legumes?

Beans, beans, a musical flute, etc.

[Just Hair]

We’ve been through that twice already, how about you use spaghetti rings instead?

[The when]

*Brandishes curling iron.*

[Pulg]

Just Hair wrote:

We’ve been through that twice already, how about you use spaghetti rings instead?

They're end-blown, not side-blown.

[Fish-Malkovich]

Try using lemons and limes, or will they give a sour note?

[Pulg]

The pips get stuck in your mouthpiece.

[Sihir Aneh]

Have you tried concentrating on a Will save to disbelieve them?

Ceci n'est pas une pip...
Ceci n'est pas une pip...
Ceci n'est pas une pip...

[Pulg]

I'm sitting here on this great green hill, with my etrogarina beside me. My lips are puckered and my bum is cold, this is my message to you

Pipipipipip, pipipipipip, pipipipipip, pipip, ip, ip (etc.)

[Bumptious Wazzock]

*Excites the fairies into rebellion, again, much to everyone’s dismay.*

[Milk-Fauczowicz]

Why the fairies are in Rebellion, South Dakota, and why you're exciting them there are two things I don't care to know anything more about.

However, while you're gone, this is an opportunity for Fish-Malkovich and I to cover your yacht in whipped dessert topping.

[Fish-Malkovich]

He does that on a daily basis, all we’d be doing, is mildly annoy him.

Now, if we were to mix custard powder into his lemonade, that would be different.

[R2-FU]

*begins juicing lemons with mechanical efficiency*

*THUMPATHUNMPATHUMPATHUMPA....!*

[The when]

Mechanical Efficiency quickly grows tired of smashing lemons and takes a break. Leaving R2-FU to juice on alone.

[Fish-Malkovich]

Good thing R2-FU is highly skilled and efficient at juicing lemons. Now, if only Milk-Fauczowicz would get us that custard powder.

[The when]

I’ve got Milk-Milkovic and Fish-Fishkovich on it.

[Fish-Malkovich]

Thanks, The when, I’d hug you, but no one can touch you.

As soon as we get the custard powder, we can set our prank in motion!

[Milk-Fauczowicz]

Here we are. This looks like it, although it might be banana flavoured cocaine, or possibly ground bee.

[Pulg]

Whoopee - this year, International Mrs Goldberg day and the Feast of St. Wallpapering Your Cousins fall on the same date!

PICKLED MILK FOR ALL!

[Fish-Malkovich]

No thanks, pickled milk gives me Shrek level flatulence. And Milk-Fauczowicz has a severe allergy to pickled milk.

[The when]

There will be milk.