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« Reply #525 on: February 20, 2012, 10:29:48 pm » |
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*slowly comes to*
Oh my head!
I had the strangest dream... um... where are we?
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Be daring, be different, be impractical, be anything that will assert integrity of purpose and imaginative vision against the play-it-safers, the creatures of the commonplace, the slaves of the ordinary. (Cecil Beaton)
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« Reply #526 on: February 21, 2012, 12:10:04 am » |
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I'm not rightly certain ma'am. If y'all could pardon the abruptness here a moment,
*grabs hold of Ms Adler's arm, slices the tentacle latched onto it, clicks spurs together, pulling Ms Adler into the air and away from the fray.*
*After landing rather roughly, if it could be called landing,* Sorry ma'am. There wasn't much choice there. You were in the clutches of that soon to be calamari.
*Draws mare's leg and joins Cubinoid and Sir Henry in their battle against this beast.*
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"Your reality, sir, is lies and balderdash and I'm delighted to say that I have no grasp of it whatsoever." -Baron Munchausen
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Ulysses Reynolds
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« Reply #527 on: February 21, 2012, 12:17:25 am » |
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*Quick someone go unleash the near by deus ex machinima. So we can watch as all our hard work is for nuahgt.*
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There is a reason for this. And trust me, when a bunch of harry potter geeks think your fucking retarded, you know there is something wrong.
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Cubinoid
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« Reply #528 on: February 21, 2012, 03:36:16 am » |
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"Oh - good thinking!"
Dashes over to the 'Deus Ex Machina Machine' which stands in the corner of the room, and blowing the dust off, presses the big brass button in the centre...
Instantly, the huge tentacly thing starts shrinking...shrinking...shrinking...
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Fairley B. Strange
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« Reply #529 on: February 21, 2012, 12:29:27 pm » |
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* ... until it is small enough that it could fit into a lady's palm... or any other hollow space that might be reached via the nasal passage.*
Hmmm, I think we've seen this little fellow before.
* quickly places the now-overly-cute-and-adorable little creature into one of the empty herb jars and closes the lid before the still-groggy Miss Adler can see it.*
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Choose a code to live by, die by it if you have to.
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Evelyn Adler
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« Reply #530 on: February 21, 2012, 12:56:31 pm » |
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*sitting on the floor, holding her head*
Oh my! I feel like I've been run over by a steamtrain!
Can someone please fill me in, what happened in the meantime?
Why do my clothes have these scorch marks?
And why is there a piece of tentacle...? *pulls it out of her sleeve*
WHAT HAPPENED HERE?
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Fairley B. Strange
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« Reply #531 on: February 21, 2012, 01:32:05 pm » |
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Oh, that... Well, we were just sitting down to a refreshing luncheon of grilled calamari, which these nice gentlemen were going to cook on this nifty little field-stove... when we had, ah, a slight over-pressurisation of the cooking pot... which caused a slight mess... really, there was nothing to worry yourself about, M'dear...
*hides the herb-jar and its agitating knocking contents in a coat-pocket*
Now, if I recall correctly, you were just about to regale us all with a fascinating story about some strange dream you'd been having lately... wasn't she, chaps?
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Sir Henry
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« Reply #532 on: February 21, 2012, 02:57:59 pm » |
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* Sir Henry nonchalantly returns to slicing and dicing anything in reach *
"Yes indeed, pray continue... Sushi, anyone?"
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Cry "Have at!" and let's lick the togs of Waugh!
Arsed not for whom the bell tolls, it tolls for tea.
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« Reply #533 on: February 21, 2012, 02:59:11 pm » |
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*pops out from behind a shrubbery*
Sushi?! I'd love some!
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"Well, I don't really think that the end can be assessed as of itself as being the end because what does the end feel like? It's like saying when you try to extrapolate the end of the universe, you say, if the universe is indeed infinite, then how - what does that mean? How far is all the way, and then if it stops, what's stopping it, and what's behind what's stopping it? So, what's the end, you know, is my question to you."
~ David St. Hubbins
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Cubinoid
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« Reply #534 on: February 21, 2012, 03:53:07 pm » |
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"Sushi? Great Scott! Raw fish? Not likely! I'll take mine lightly boiled, seasoned with paprika, and garnished with boiled new potatoes and sliced warm red peppers, thanks. Call me a traditionalist, if you like, it really doesn't bother me."
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Sir Henry
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« Reply #535 on: February 21, 2012, 04:02:35 pm » |
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"When one is in foreign parts, one must eat like the natives."
* looks around *
"Where are we again?"
"And where's my tea?"
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Sir Henry
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« Reply #536 on: February 21, 2012, 10:51:35 pm » |
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"Found it."
"Unfortunately it has gone cold. Does anyone have a heat ray I could borrow?"
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Cubinoid
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« Reply #537 on: February 21, 2012, 10:59:48 pm » |
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Raises one eyebrow.
"London. And here you go."
Hands Sir Henry the heat ray that was found on that thing that came out of the cylinder...
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Evelyn Adler
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« Reply #538 on: February 21, 2012, 11:18:51 pm » |
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"Could I have some tea as well, please? I need to get over this nightmare!
Oh the unspeakable horror!
I dreamed of ... Morris Dancing!!!"
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MWBailey
Rogue Ætherlord
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"This is the sort of thing no-one ever believes"
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« Reply #539 on: February 21, 2012, 11:48:16 pm » |
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*reads teh semaphore being sent by the creature, via Miss Adler as a semaphore mannequin*
W-H-E-N- T-H-E S-H-A-R-K B-I-T-E-S, W-I-T-H H-I-S T-E-E-T-H, D-E-A-R, S-C-A-R-L-E-T B-I-L-L-O-W-S S-T-A-R-T- T-O- S-P-R-E-A-D...
DAMN! It's in code!
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""quid statis aspicientes in infernum"
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Sir Henry
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« Reply #540 on: February 22, 2012, 12:28:27 am » |
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Sir Henry waits for Miss Adler's interesting new dance (is it the Watutsi?) to come to a full stop before passing her a smoking cup of Darjeeling.
He glowers at Mr Bailey and quietly admonishes "And we'll have none of your saucy sea shanties about Miss Billows, if you please. There are ladies present."
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Fairley B. Strange
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« Reply #541 on: February 22, 2012, 12:13:38 pm » |
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More calamari, anyone? We seem to have cooked up quite a lot of it here...
*passes the platter towards Mr Bailey*
Here, care to cut yourself a slice? I can loan you a knife, Mac...
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MWBailey
Rogue Ætherlord
United States
"This is the sort of thing no-one ever believes"
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« Reply #542 on: February 23, 2012, 08:07:27 pm » |
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Awfully decent of you, dear fellow. I have my gloves, of course, so there's never a trace of... *ahem.*
Now, what was this dream you've been 'aving, m'dear?
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Ulysses Reynolds
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« Reply #543 on: February 23, 2012, 08:42:08 pm » |
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*If any one wants I've got a circle drawn and ready to be used so we can bind Dream of "The Endless"*
*I promise I'm ninety percent sure most of you'll survive this time!*
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MWBailey
Rogue Ætherlord
United States
"This is the sort of thing no-one ever believes"
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« Reply #544 on: February 24, 2012, 12:22:57 am » |
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Sir Henry waits for Miss Adler's interesting new dance (is it the Watutsi?) to come to a full stop before passing her a smoking cup of Darjeeling.
He glowers at Mr Bailey and quietly admonishes "And we'll have none of your saucy sea shanties about Miss Billows, if you please. There are ladies present."
Haaarrrumpph! You've misunderstood, sir. I've never heard of anyone named "Billows" in my life, in "sea shanties" or otherwise. Pass the sugar, if you please. |
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Angus A Fitziron
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« Reply #545 on: February 24, 2012, 10:20:14 am » |
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ARRRRGGGHHHHHHHHH!
*collapses to floor
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"wee all here are much troubled with the loss of poor Thompson & Sutton"
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« Reply #546 on: February 24, 2012, 11:23:15 am » |
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More calamari, anyone? We seem to have cooked up quite a lot of it here...
Calamari??? I do hope its not come from a Kosher source!! I say anybody notice this strange green flappy thingamy here?? - points to strange green tentacle popping out of the wainscotting. |
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We are the BEC,
And this we must confess,
Whatever is worth doing,
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Fairley B. Strange
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« Reply #547 on: February 24, 2012, 12:53:39 pm » |
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Well, I'm guessing Mr Fitziron hasn't noticed it - he's just gone 'Thud'.
*looks down at the platter and puts it back on the table*
Did anybody see anything suspicious - or should that be anything non-suspicious - around here?
I do hope it wasn't the underdonecalamari...
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Cubinoid
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« Reply #548 on: February 28, 2012, 05:00:08 am » |
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Lights a small gas powered blowtorch casually, and toasts a little skewer of fresh tentacles, whilst humming gently to himself.
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Fairley B. Strange
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« Reply #549 on: February 28, 2012, 01:12:33 pm » |
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*looks wistfully at the lightly-charring calamari on Cubinoid's fork, then checks that Ms Adler is distracted before continuing in a discreet tone *
Umm, actually we may have to find an alternate menu - the little chappie in the jar still seems to get agitated whenever you heat the dismembered parts of him... in fact, the jar in my pocket is currently vibrating louder than a soiree at the Clankingtons. Which also means, any of the platters or the undigested portions may somehow still be active...
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