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: So, guys... what's up?
: Oh be quiet newbie.
: ... cry
: Hey Butch, don't pick on the new kid. Remember the hazing we put you through? He'll get his initiation in time.
: Oh yea, forgot about the BaconSandwich ceremony. Sorry Pugs, and don't worry, if you bite down hard, it won't hurt for more than a few days.
: crying
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: Dude man... my car won't start...
: Well Drew, did you remember to turn the key once you put it in?
: Oh yea... thanks Dudeman!
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: Dude man, I can't understand this assignment...
: Well, that's because you didn't learn to read until 7th grade and still consider a coloring book heavy reading...
: Whoa, slow down Dudeman... what?
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: Dude man... my girlfriend broke up with me...
: Well, that's because you forgot her birthday and forgot monogamy.
: Wow... what's mohogany?
: It's a type of wood, Drew.
: Wow... thanks Dudeman!
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: Terrance!
: *yawns* Yea?
: We don't have any personalities yet! How are we supposed to be viewed by the public?
: I'm thinking you'll be the whiney one...
: Oh, why do I have to be the whiney one? *pouts*
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Ghost of Threque: Well, I think that sets all the mascots up with personality now... wait... I feel like I'm forgetting something... or is that just something knawing on my leg?
: *munch munch* Mmm... calves...
: Alright Pugsley, ready for your hazing?
: ... I... cry ... guess...
: Alright then. Hey, Bacon! Get off Ghost and come initiate Pugsley. Now, he's a frail little guy, so don't knaw too hard.
: Me eat emoblob!
: Geez, Phillis didn't even cry that much when she was hazed.
: Hey, he used extra jaw strength on me, I swear he did! Little evil domo...
: I'd keep quiet Phillis. He might hear you and you might be rechewed.
: Oh the pain! My precious hat is all teethed and soaked in saliva!
: Dude man... why are they doing that to him?
: Continuation of the pagen ritual of human sacrifice, Drew. It's been dulled down a bit to mild discomfort and pain but the principle is still there.
: ... what the hell are you talking about Dudeman?
: It just happens. There's no reason for it.
: Oh, right... I get it...
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Ghost of Threque: ~I've seen it all, still can't taste it. Smash through the wall that brought me to my knees.~
: Wow, emotastic much?
: Hey, don't be so mean to Ghostie! I mean, just because he's a fairy now doesn't mean--
: Whoa... whoa. Who said he'd come out of the closet yet?
Ghost of Threque: Um, guys... I'm not gay.
: Oh God, I'm sorry to jump the gun like that! Of course you're not gay, Ghost. smile
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: *brushes the dust off his hat* Whew... that storage box really cramped us. Why was it marked "Recycle" anyway?
: Maybe it was an oversight...
: Or maybe we all got shoved into your box...
: Hey, don't say things like that. Pugsley could never be recyclable.
: Actually, everything living decomposts very well once death overcomes them, Drew.
: Oh... so, should I recycle myself when I die?
: ...sure.
: Thanks Dudeman!
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: Freedom! ... I mean, grawrah! *zips around nimbly*
: Hey, how did BaconSandwich survive that long without eating?
: I don't know. Wait... wasn't AvRack shoved into the box too? *checks the empty container*
: At least he won't be missed.
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: I'd forgotten how bright the forum was... so, what did you all do to keep busy in the box?
: A nap for the ages...
: I worked on my comebacks!
: Funny, I didn't see any divine intervention...
: Oh, just... back off, smelly!
: I kept myself entertained...
: Someone kept hitting me!
: What box? Dudeman, you told me I was buried in a coffin.
: He was probably just thinking outloud again.
: What? Dudeman, why would you think that?
: It was the forty-second time you asked me that question, Drew. Following it was the same series of, "Why are we here? What's that smell? Do you believe carrots exist?" Even superheroes have their limits.
: Sorry Drew, but he has a point. If you hadn't lost your voice after the first two weeks I would have lynched you myself, and I'm the impartial one.
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: Dude man, why is death an eventuality?
: Erm... well, while it has been discussed in long and waxed about for time eternal, it all comes down to blood as a corrosive substance running throughout a biodegradable body, which over time loses most of its own ability to heal itself and therefore... Drew... Drew, did I go over your head or did you go catatonic?
: Wow... how could you do this to him Dudeman? You know how easily he can overload better than any of us!
: It... well, he asked the most complicated question he's ever come up with! My guard went down.
: I don't know, I kind of like him this way.
:Merh... can't... breath...
: Hmm... perhaps sheer violence will help. Anyone seen BaconSandwich?
: Like a bat! *dives from the rafters onto Drew*
: Oh my God... I... I can't watch.
: And... and it's all my fault...
: Drew, whyfore hast fate been so cruel as to let unroll this event upon one of our kind?
: ... drama queen...
: For serious! He could be in pain!
: Yeah, just like I was in pain... why do you care now?
: Well, first off, I don't. Second, he's not always whining. I'm honestly hurting too from laughing so hard.
: Wow, how strange... it seems BaconSandwich's bite is stuck against Drew's rock-solid head.
: Show of hands, who's not surprised?
Buhlruuhra... undead... accessory...Mphrrah! I can't... fail now!
Ghost of Threque · Mon Jan 24, 2005 @ 06:47pm · 13 Comments |
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