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Originally Posted by LazyScot
Look, you can do your Ozzie Braveheart if you like, but I'm not coming out from under the bed in the bunker until someone sounds the all clear and confirms that all the squirrels have been converted to garden compost.
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Oh dear, here we go again. LazyScot, we went through all this last time, with my good friend (the) Pshrynk. You know that your every shout comes to nowt. Remember that last, with your escape plan, and the llamas, and your irrelevant reluctance. Don't make me shake my head in despair and get the hypodermic out again (for your own good, of course).
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Oh, and I'd be very worried about those squirrels in your cellar. Those pan-dimensional hyperintelligent beings may be planning an escape when you least expect it.... Opening a second front from below and all that. Despite the benefits of terrorising your, um, er, unwelcome visitors, I'd recommend extermination.
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Oh, it's not a cellar, it's a small, dank and dark pit, and the pan-dimensional, hyperintellingent (and hyper-evil) "squirrels" have no need of a plan to escape, as they're not trapped there, but merely visit via numerous pre-drilled bolt-holes (some even live there) because the food is good and regular. Funnily enough, when I just told them that you recommended extermination, they just twinkled their laughing eyes, looked at each other, and said all together in perfect synchonicity, "Tee hee...ironic, yah?". (it was really odd the way they didn't laugh, but actually
said, "Tee hee")
Amusing, isn't it? You might want to check your doors and windows.
Cheers,
Marc