Last one to post wins

[The when]

And I’m here to remind you of your failure in Whoville .

[Pulg]

Mr. Grinch wrote:

I'm a grumpy, green and hairy nonconformist. What'd you expect?

And as for how could I...

*Replays the footage of myself destroying the Mould Sanctuary.*

Does that answer your question?

Well, no; I asked how could you, not how did you, and to be blunt, that lacks the originality and flair we've come to expect of you.

[Mr. Grinch]

One should never have expectations about anyone or anything.

Besides, I wasn't putting too much thought into it as, I just wanted to amuse myself!

[Schism]

Mr. Grinch wrote:

I guess that's why I enjoy Schism's company: whether it be that adorable little twinkle in her eye or that nonconformist streak that reminds me of a younger (less hairy) me! Most likely the latter.

Are you okay boss? You are acting overly sentimental.

[Mr. Grinch]

*Pulls a lever, causing Schism to land in a pit of rusted accordions.*

Does this work better for you?

*Then proceeds to dump some more rusted accordions onto Schism.*

[Schism]

Not the accordion, not the accordion!

I'm sorry. I'm sorry!

[Mr. Grinch]

*Helps Schism out of the pit.*

That's better.

[Pulg's Fairy Accordion Band]

Look, look!! An entire pit full of vintage Squircadellis, in such a state! Fetch the Brasso and wire wool, Fairies - it's time for a SCOURING PARTY!!!!

[Mr. Grinch]

*When all of Pulg's Fairy Accordion Band enter the pit, I seal it off.*

*Despite now being trapped, and with no escape, Pulg's Fairy Accordion Band are able to have their little scouring party uninterrupted and can play their awful music until the end of time.*

[crab7]

*CLACK CLACK!*

[Mr. Grinch]

What's gotten you alarmed? You're outside of the pit with the rest of us.

[Pulg]

I think he may be worried that the accordionistes have got out of the pit, and he is right to be. The End of Time has arrived, and now they are FREE. Ai! Ai! Ai!

[The when]

The End of Time! Dun! Dun! Dun!

Sound the accordions!

[Count Reiner Heydrich]

*Silence, not even the wind is blowing.*

*The land is naught but desolate.*

*After 5000 years of complete nothingness, life begins to reawaken.*

Good grief, the End of Time took longer than expected! Okay everyone, back to business as usual!

[Waterhammer]

And then there were smurfs.

[Vidmaster7]

If you walk without rhythm you won't attract the worms.

[Mr. Grinch]

I thought it was a good thing not to get worms.

[The when]

If fishin’ is what you’re wishin’, you want worms.

[Vidmaster7]

Have I not won this yet?

[Mr. Grinch]

No, you haven't, no-one has. And no-one ever will...

[Pulg]

Actually, Charles Scholz did, four posts in. We just refuse to admit it.

[Charles Scholz]

What can I say, I was ahead of my time.

[Mr. Grinch]

*Decapitates Charles Scholz, then sticks his severed head in front of a clock.*

Now you are a head of your time!

[Schism]

Ouch. That pun wound me up.

[Mr. Grinch]

Not the best thing you could've said, Schism.

*Dresses Schism in beautiful, but shockingly gaudy, clothing and accessories.*

All that's left now is the finishing touches.

*Then applies beautiful but shockingly gaudy make up to Schism's face nails.*

Someone's looking fabulous!

[The when]

Charles Scholz wrote:

What can I say, I was ahead of my time.

Nope. You were exactly on time. As you are now, as well.

[Pulg]

Mr. Grinch wrote:

Not the best thing you could've said, Schism.

*Dresses Schism in beautiful, but shockingly gaudy, clothing and accessories.*

All that's left now is the finishing touches.

*Then applies beautiful but shockingly gaudy make up to Schism's face nails.*

Someone's looking fabulous!

Face nails are an essential part of Schism's 'Hellraiser' themed drag act.

[Mr. Grinch]

Whoops, meant to say face and nails. My bad, sorry.

Got distracted by the fact that I refuse to give Schism any shoes (despite the fact that I wear some).

[Timemaster7]

Time puns are against the rules.

[Schism]

Dives into one of Mr. Grinch's pools of toxic sludge to wash everything off.

All better now.

[Mr. Grinch]

Schism, this is me we're talking about, as if toxic sludge would wash away anything!

*However, although the toxic sludge hasn't affected the make up, it has dissolved Schism's clothing.*

Besides, it was a punishment for not supporting what I did/have done.

*Covers eyes with hands.*

Now, go and make yourself decent! The warmer weather may be near, but there's still limits!

[Pulg]

*Wraps Schism in tinfoil*

There! Now your precious brain-wobbles are safe from THEM.

[The when]

Which is more effective at protecting your brain warblers?

Tin foil, or aluminum foil?

[Schism]

Aluminum! It is stronger than the Fiends mental waves.

[Mr. Grinch]

Personally, when it comes to wrapping things in metal sheets, I find aluminium foil to be the most useful. It can help serve as a substitute cable connector (without the need of sellotape), a replacement TV screen, a conductor for molten lava and many more uses!

Tin foil is only good for suffocating poultry!

[The when]

*floats in the air, spinning slowly and glistening brightly.*

[Vidmaster7]

I still prefer "The Who" music was far superior.

[Pulg]

And what's more, they were ALL OWLS.

[Count Reiner Heydrich]

NOT THE OWLS!

[Kat's Eye]

Owls?

[Vidmaster7]

Who?

[Those Deadly Owls]

Owls, yes, Owls! Handsome, good-natured, intelligent and well-mannered Owls! ISN'T THAT RIGHT, PULG?

[Pulg]

Oh, absolutely! You took the words right out of my mouth!

*gulp*

[Count Reiner Heydrich]

*Screams in absolute terror.*

Here they come, everyone quick, get out of here while you still can!

*Flees as fast as possible.*

[The when]

What if the owls have fleas?

[Vidmaster7]

Sounds itchy.

[Kat's Eye]

Fleas have owls?

[Mr. Grinch]

Eh, having fleas isn't really as bad as everyone is saying.

*Scratches an itch on my left shoulder and causes fleas to land on Schism.*

And as for the owls, there's nothing I can do I'm afraid.

*Holds up a fresh sheet of tin foil.*

This is only useful if being used to strangle poultry.

[The when]

There ain’t no flies on me.
There ain’t no flies on me.
There might be one or two, great big green flies on you.
There ain’t no flies on me.
No flies on me.

[crab7]

*clack*