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montsnmags · 07-26-2009, 11:42 PM

aaaaaaaaaaaaaaagggggggggghhhhhhhhhhhHHHHHHHHH OOO-OOO-OOO-OOO! [WHOMP!]Ou j'ai eu un flash

Marc [picking self up]: Ew...smells funky.

[In the corner, casually using a small dog as a stool...a gibbon]

Adrian: I'm done here, monkey-boy.

Marc: Oh...it's you. What are you doin' here?

Adrian: Passing through...quite literally. My brane shrinks; yours grows.

Marc: Let me ride through wild open country that I love; don't fence me in!

Adrian: Yes...quite. Here in the...crotch of the trousers, there may be some...interference.

Marc: Oy! Ellipses are my thing. Besides, why are you so remarkably loquacious?

Adrian: Forum software. No emoticon for banana-forehead-TOINK!ing. You do like to parse minutiae, yes?

Marc: Feelin' HOT HOT HOT!

Adrian: Yes...quite.

Marc: So, what FEELINHOTHOTHOT now?

Adrian: Me and the dog go back to being invisible. Cute pooch. Comfortable.

Marc: Umm...no. No, I can't...allow that.

[Eleventy-million PNS drop from the floor...roof...walls...whatever; stare at Marc; swing to stare at Adrian; stare at VR underneath Adrian, point their Higgs Bosonic Rifles at VR, fire simultaneously in a flash of zorange, say "Giggle" and un-fall as quickly as they left...err, arrived. Adrian picks himself up from suspiciously yellow liquid residue left where VR used to be]

Adrian: Necessary?

Marc: PNS? You know better than to assume control or reason. They do what they do.

Adrian: VR?

Marc: They like VR. Probably a curse, really. Right about now he's shooting out of the left trouser leg quicker and slicker than a turd from a sewer-tube. He will probably need a bath.

Adrian: Giggle. That'll please him.

Marc: What happens now?

Adrian: You pressed the Visible Friend button on your UserCP. Everything returns to "Normal". Giggle

[aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa then chatterchatterchatterGigglechatterchatterchatter as a naked-but-for-sporran LazyScot runs through chased by some gleeful PNS]

Marc: Should we stop torturing that guy?

Adrian: Remember..."Normal". So...no.

Marc: Good

...

Marc: And...you?

Adrian: I'll still be here. Less talkative. More banana-projectilive ("banana" if you're lucky)

Marc: Do I want to go? It was...nice...in the backseat.

Adrian: No, you don't want to. But don't confuse reality for MR, or vice versa - "choice" is, like me, merely an imaginary friend. It's time to go back. Build a bridge. Get over it. Blow it the fark up to kingdom come. Move on. Re-stock the armoury. Look for more things splodey. Or maybe that's just me.

Marc: I'm scared

Adrian: [TOINK!] And there's plenty more bananas (if you're lucky) where that came from...

Marc [rubs forehead]: I s'pose. ~sigh~

[A dialogue box hovers between them: You have pressed "Visible Friend". Press "Save settings" to continue. [PRESS] Are you sure? Press "Ahuh!" to continue]

Adrian: Go on. You knows you wants it. It'z in ur beanie, wearin' ur monkeyface

Marc [Presses "Ahuh!"]: Giggle

[From the peanut-butter-bleeding walls a chorus of Angels start singin' 'bout the makin's of a master blaster jammin'. A tide of Solid Gold Disco Dancin' PNS rolls in synchro-dancing the Froogue overseen by a rising, full keith-moon. Nancy Sinatra walks through, clearin' the tide aboard some boots that were made for it.]

Adrian: See ya. Oh, by the bye, things happened while you were gone

Marc [dissolving into a crude paste that trickles towards the floor drain]: What things?

Adrian: Oooo-ooo-ooo-ooo! Le pied dans le plat!

Marc: Issss...thaaaaat...aaaaaaaaaaaaaaa....lyyyyyyyyyyy yyyyyyyyyriiiiiccc?????

Adrian: Ca plane pour moi!

Marc: Oh...right...then I guess....this is probably the point where I...

[the last splodge of Marc rolls towards the drain. His right eyeball, bigger than the other, caught in the grate. Looking up, it sees Nancy looking down. "Are you ready, boots?". As the man said to the dog, "Heel!", and one of these days, this one, in fact, that boot was walkin' all over you...[STOMP!]]

Marc: ...go...AAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHH!!!! [WHOMP!] I am the king of the divan!

I'm back, baby!

Ew, what smells. Ew, VR, you look like you need a bath. And Pshrynk, my friend, just what are you doing with those electrodes? And what's all that static coming off WDE? And what are those pictures of robots and snowman and so on doing up there? And why are you all looking at me like that?

So, did I miss anything?

Urz, in ur beanie,
Marc (Limee, ruinee, videe, comblee [or something])

07-26-2009, 11:42 PM	#317
montsnmags Grand Sorcerer Posts: 10,155 Karma: 4632658 Join Date: Nov 2007 Device: none	aaaaaaaaaaaaaaagggggggggghhhhhhhhhhhHHHHHHHHH OOO-OOO-OOO-OOO! [WHOMP!]Ou j'ai eu un flash Marc [picking self up]: Ew...smells funky. [In the corner, casually using a small dog as a stool...a gibbon] Adrian: I'm done here, monkey-boy. Marc: Oh...it's you. What are you doin' here? Adrian: Passing through...quite literally. My brane shrinks; yours grows. Marc: Let me ride through wild open country that I love; don't fence me in! Adrian: Yes...quite. Here in the...crotch of the trousers, there may be some...interference. Marc: Oy! Ellipses are my thing. Besides, why are you so remarkably loquacious? Adrian: Forum software. No emoticon for banana-forehead-TOINK!ing. You do like to parse minutiae, yes? Marc: Feelin' HOT HOT HOT! Adrian: Yes...quite. Marc: So, what FEELINHOTHOTHOT now? Adrian: Me and the dog go back to being invisible. Cute pooch. Comfortable. Marc: Umm...no. No, I can't...allow that. [Eleventy-million PNS drop from the floor...roof...walls...whatever; stare at Marc; swing to stare at Adrian; stare at VR underneath Adrian, point their Higgs Bosonic Rifles at VR, fire simultaneously in a flash of zorange, say "Giggle" and un-fall as quickly as they left...err, arrived. Adrian picks himself up from suspiciously yellow liquid residue left where VR used to be] Adrian: Necessary? Marc: PNS? You know better than to assume control or reason. They do what they do. Adrian: VR? Marc: They like VR. Probably a curse, really. Right about now he's shooting out of the left trouser leg quicker and slicker than a turd from a sewer-tube. He will probably need a bath. Adrian: Giggle. That'll please him. Marc: What happens now? Adrian: You pressed the Visible Friend button on your UserCP. Everything returns to "Normal". Giggle [aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa then chatterchatterchatterGigglechatterchatterchatter as a naked-but-for-sporran LazyScot runs through chased by some gleeful PNS] Marc: Should we stop torturing that guy? Adrian: Remember..."Normal". So...no. Marc: Good ... Marc: And...you? Adrian: I'll still be here. Less talkative. More banana-projectilive ("banana" if you're lucky) Marc: Do I want to go? It was...nice...in the backseat. Adrian: No, you don't want to. But don't confuse reality for MR, or vice versa - "choice" is, like me, merely an imaginary friend. It's time to go back. Build a bridge. Get over it. Blow it the fark up to kingdom come. Move on. Re-stock the armoury. Look for more things splodey. Or maybe that's just me. Marc: I'm scared Adrian: [TOINK!] And there's plenty more bananas (if you're lucky) where that came from... Marc [rubs forehead]: I s'pose. ~sigh~ [A dialogue box hovers between them: You have pressed "Visible Friend". Press "Save settings" to continue. [PRESS] Are you sure? Press "Ahuh!" to continue] Adrian: Go on. You knows you wants it. It'z in ur beanie, wearin' ur monkeyface Marc [Presses "Ahuh!"]: Giggle [From the peanut-butter-bleeding walls a chorus of Angels start singin' 'bout the makin's of a master blaster jammin'. A tide of Solid Gold Disco Dancin' PNS rolls in synchro-dancing the Froogue overseen by a rising, full keith-moon. Nancy Sinatra walks through, clearin' the tide aboard some boots that were made for it.] Adrian: See ya. Oh, by the bye, things happened while you were gone Marc [dissolving into a crude paste that trickles towards the floor drain]: What things? Adrian: Oooo-ooo-ooo-ooo! Le pied dans le plat! Marc: Issss...thaaaaat...aaaaaaaaaaaaaaa....lyyyyyyyyyyy yyyyyyyyyriiiiiccc????? Adrian: Ca plane pour moi! Marc: Oh...right...then I guess....this is probably the point where I... [the last splodge of Marc rolls towards the drain. His right eyeball, bigger than the other, caught in the grate. Looking up, it sees Nancy looking down. "Are you ready, boots?". As the man said to the dog, "Heel!", and one of these days, this one, in fact, that boot was walkin' all over you...[STOMP!]] Marc: ...go...AAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHH!!!! [WHOMP!] I am the king of the divan! I'm back, baby! Ew, what smells. Ew, VR, you look like you need a bath. And Pshrynk, my friend, just what are you doing with those electrodes? And what's all that static coming off WDE? And what are those pictures of robots and snowman and so on doing up there? And why are you all looking at me like that? So, did I miss anything? Urz, in ur beanie, Marc (Limee, ruinee, videe, comblee [or something]) Last edited by montsnmags; 07-27-2009 at 01:43 AM.