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Definitely toby wrote:

Like Lord Jedi zombie jesus?
Did he die?!

How can you tell? Wasn't he dead already?

Brocklandia wrote:

How can you tell? Wasn't he dead already?

Idk... if only there were a church or something we could go to to figure that out

Definitely toby wrote:

I checked. We're stocked to the top.

Then schedule the new supplies for early next week.

Brocklandia wrote:

Then schedule the new supplies for early next week.

Gotcha. Don't work here. I use my stealy hands on all yo stuff. Just today, I stole this hat. And your pants. And that table. All the items go to the portals.

Definitely toby wrote:

Idk... if only there were a church or something we could go to to figure that out

Oh, no thanks! All those men running around in their robes and pointy hats with their purses on fire? It's too much like the Spanish Inquisition, with less of the fun torture and too much of the child-touching. I mean, priorities, right? Plus the accounting for all of those tax-free donations just sounds unnecessarily complex.

Definitely toby wrote:

Gotcha. Don't work here. I use my stealy hands on all yo stuff. Just today, I stole this hat. And your pants. And that table. All the items go to the portals.

I wear pants? Since when? That sounds like something that would stifle the expression of my natural beauty ... and would probably chafe my butt-cheeks too.

The Peanut Feast wrote:

Thank you.

Although my schedule for the weekend is cluttered, I should be able to find time to consolidate and judge the submissions.

Preferred format is Limericks, and theme is the composing poet’s choice of any topic.

I once had a Feast of Peanuts
Looking back I was such a klutz
For what I had eaten,
Sordid taste since unbeaten,
Forever has ruined my guts.

Welcome back, Happiness-. We've kept your usual seat--and your bar tab--open for you.

Brocklandia wrote:

Oh, no thanks! All those men running around in their robes and pointy hats with their purses on fire? It's too much like the Spanish Inquisition, with less of the fun torture and too much of the child-touching. I mean, priorities, right? Plus the accounting for all of those tax-free donations just sounds unnecessarily complex.

Hehe he my pleasure. The burning the other day went welll....

Brocklandia wrote:

I wear pants? Since when? That sounds like something that would stifle the expression of my natural beauty ... and would probably chafe my butt-cheeks too.

I forget you just...

I know. I know. I know. I know. Can I order the robot juice again? I want that metal android to be completely gone. Just erased from life.

Robots aren't fun to play with anyway, especially when their batteries die... they're no fun to replace... especially when it's strapped to a table. Projecting, I know.

claws floors with intense boredom
I am not getting up ever again. I live here now.

Brocklandia wrote:

So Jemuus are a super-mystical hybrid of the historical Jesus' genetic material crossed with an emu's? Great. Now we'll have a flock of supernatural sons of a deity that cackle and cluck as they say things that no one can understand?

On second thought, "things no one can understand" applies to both emus and the historical Jesus, so carry on. Let me know when they learn the "water into emu chow" trick.

Well, it’s more like this happened:
Jesus: ok ima create a emu with some of my dna
Jesus: *funny powrrs*
Emuus:hi I exist now

“Hello Happiness-, I thought I fed you to the Zombie ducks!”
-Emuus

Emus Republic Of Australia wrote:

Well, it’s more like this happened:
Jesus: ok ima create a emu with some of my dna
Jesus: *funny powrrs*
Emuus:hi I exist now

superglues myself to the floor

I see....

Emus Republic Of Australia wrote:

“Hello Happiness-, I thought I fed you to the Zombie ducks!”
-Emuus

Um maybe their arm was eaten

can't find the unglue....

Definitely toby wrote:

Hehe he my pleasure. The burning the other day went welll....

You know, your local pharmacist can recommend a cream that will help with that burning.

Definitely toby wrote:

Can I order the robot juice again?

Sure. You want the red Rock 'Em Sock 'Em Robot juiced, or the blue one?

Brocklandia wrote:

You know, your local pharmacist can recommend a cream that will help with that burning.

Sure. You want the red Rock 'Em Sock 'Em Robot juiced, or the blue one?

Please stop with the creams, you monster.

I want the blue robot, because I want the blue to melt into nothing except new atoms, if possible, please. I'm stuck to the floor, however, I chose to be...

...maybe I shouldn't drink the robot juice. Should I still drink the robot juice?

Definitely toby wrote:

Please stop with the creams, you monster.

Moi? I'm not the one with the plethora of untreated medical conditions.

Definitely toby wrote:

I'm stuck to the floor, however, I chose to be...

Even though you have a pretty good idea about what's on that floor? You're braver than I.

Definitely toby wrote:

...maybe I shouldn't drink the robot juice. Should I still drink the robot juice?

Your consumption level is approaching socially awkward levels, but the earliest we can schedule an intervention for you is ... uhm, looks like mid-June. So try to pace yourself.

[Wings flap as it perches at the Ledge of a window Seal, watching amazing progress of the SunFlower plant growing outside]

Brocklandia wrote:

Moi? I'm not the one with the plethora of untreated medical conditions.

Even though you have a pretty good idea about what's on that floor? You're braver than I.

Your consumption level is approaching socially awkward levels, but the earliest we can schedule an intervention for you is ... uhm, looks like mid-June. So try to pace yourself.

I don't have a plethora of medical conditions, either. I can handle this.

But how about we get rid of that robot bastrd so we can hide all the evilevel. You drink some, too. I'm sure this has some sort of good bodybuilding element. It's hard to hide a robot. It's easy to hide one of the millions of lost souls in there. I'm not socially awkwardly consuming something, until I reach the Vodinə guy's ləvəl.

I don't want an intervention. I'm fine!

gives money

I would like to have one of those souls from back there, too, if you don't mind.... pleaseeeee...

looks around, searching for the unglue. I find it and get off the floor.

Maple Hockey Canadia wrote:

Oh she was murdered is on vacation in Saskatchewan at the moment. I wish you luck in not cleaning that up though, eh.

Is this why you don't like Canadians, Pocky Brocky?
gives you pocky

Yes, I am on something. Don't know what tho. Which is a new thing for me. I don't know what this is... probably the robot juice...

Brocklandia wrote:

Oh, Consuela de la Morrela! This looks like a job for you. *Holds out the broom and dust pan*

Oh she was murdered is on vacation in Saskatchewan at the moment. I wish you luck in not cleaning that up though, eh.

*A zombie slides Sideways silas through the side door*

The Orwell Society wrote:

The man inspects the bottle, shrugs, and takes a sip. He swishes it around in his mouth and swallows. He then chugs the rest of the bottle. "Not bad," he says. "Tastes kind of like ·hic·… whiskey."

It is a mixturə of Bəər, Vodka, Winə, and some sugar with %40 alcohol. It is RƏALLY swəət.

Thick-Billed Longspur wrote:

[Wings flap as it perches at the Ledge of a window Seal, watching amazing progress of the SunFlower plant growing outside]

If that bird is this pleased by one sunflower, wait until it sees how many I planted in out roof garden alongside Cheffy's fresh Herbs.

At least I think his name was Herb. Planting Geoffreys or Mikes doesn't have quite the same cliche value, does it?

Armed forces of acara shura wrote:

It is a mixturə of Bəər, Vodka, Winə, and some sugar with %40 alcohol. It is RƏALLY swəət.

That sounds like the mixture we use to clean the toilets.

Brocklandia wrote:

That sounds like the mixture we use to clean the toilets.

...What do you guys do hərə...? Who hurt you?

Brocklandia wrote:

That sounds like the mixture we use to clean the toilets.

We clean those? I thought when they got too dirty we would just dump tap water on them in order to melt them down and then steal buy new ones, eh

*enters the bar*

I'm fine, for now. Don't know how Armed forces of acara shura's gonna act about me being here.

We shall see...

*does job in the sleepy bar*
*wipes stuff down*