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Originally Posted by badgoodDeb
Ahh yes. This sounds like the real Marc, sure enough! Glad to have you back!
And you front. And you sides .... you can keep the insides inside, though. Thx.
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You know that trick where people turn their eyelids inside out? I can do that with my whole body, but, hey, who am I to reject requests from the audience. You'll have to talk to NatCh about his spleen though.
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Originally Posted by RWood
OK, someone or something that resembles Marc is back; but, what is still missing? Is he all there?
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Yes, I ask myself that question quite often.
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badgoodDeb seems to think all the physical parts are there. (Her call, I don't want to know more.)
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[Stops windmilling googly bits and tucks them back in pants] Oh, sorry, just trying to help.
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I am not so sure about the mental and moral aspects.
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"Moral aspects". I assume you're looking for the "negative space" aspects of the notion. I'm totally mental, so got you covered there.
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Has he thrown a party?
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No, but I can. I'll throw it out the window - that's how they usually get started. Defenestrate to initiate! All systems are go! Let's get this thing retrochronned!
[Goes to UserCP, enters the Customise Reality section (you've all got that one, right?), and pushes all levers to eleventy, winds up the quadraphonidial to "FARK!", and sets the Rainmaker switch to "It's raining ZCD". Energy turbines in the sub-sub-sub-basement of Chateau Pompette wind-up and chase their bound demons down Hell's treadmill, and a tectonic hum starts shaking the roots of this humble abode. The kitchen furnace roars; the plasma-sprites light-up and leap from the picture rails; the pool begins to steam; the spirits fade in and begin to chatter and giggle; the undead staff silently attend to their duties and waiting; the lawn begins to spark and dance with the first transported arrivals; the music of the spheres rolls in like the last tide; and the kraken awakes...]
HOLD ON TIGHT, FOLKS. IT'S SHOWTIME!
Cheers,
Your loving and trustworthy MC,
Marc (Can I get you a drink?)
(PS. RULE #1: DON'T FRAK WITH THE FAIRY!)