[DixieGal]

Originally Posted by pshrynk

Biggles, lying on the ground beneath his window looked up and said, "Oh, not again!"

... "Why oh why do I keep eating the sugar-free chocolate. It says excessive consumption my cause diarrhea, right there on the package."


Meanwhile, back at the llama corral and hangar, NG and R-LC are surveying the hoofed military transport.

"How do you choose a good llama?", R-LC asked, as he perplexedly scratched his shiny white, oh for this purpose, let's call it a head.

"Well, I heard that people choose which horse to bet on based on whether they ... ahem ... defenestrate just prior to a race," NG responded knowingly.

"Does that work?"

"Well, in my way of thinking, all of the horses poop before a race. It's just a matter of quantifying how we define 'before' ", NG said, "But I place my bets based on the horse's name and what makes me feel lucky."

"Does that work?"

"Hey PlanetHead, stop asking questions and get to work," NG snapped, ashamed to admit that "no," his gambling system wasn't working. Yet.


Meanwhile, Biggles managed to begin cleaning his office. As he used the mop to sop up a chunky puddle, he uncovered a sheet of paper from under his desk.

"Look at this, here I am, an important FMLA officer, with paperwork coming out from everywhere, having to do my own cleaning. I'm an important man. Isn't there a woman around here who should be doing this?", he grumbled.

Just then the door opened, and in walked Ms. Jello Wiggles, ace reporter for the Daily Misquote news and all-around perky young reporter.