Author Topic: THE PERFORMANCE THREAD aside ((action)) %%thought%% (Read 2572889 times)

alec716 · « **Reply #3050 on:** October 17, 2006, 10:40:30 pm »

Quote from: Arad-3 on October 17, 2006, 10:35:16 pm

(( TERRY CLOTH stops mashing wildly with JBB just long enough to whip out his... rapier wit. ))

TERRY CLOTH:

** Why don'cha wanna know? You chicken? **

(Alec's note: I tried not to let him make such a fowl pun. I told him we have to have some standards around here. He never listens to me. I can't keep him cooped up.)

Ellemeno · « **Reply #3051 on:** October 17, 2006, 10:51:58 pm »

Quote from: alec716 on October 17, 2006, 10:40:30 pm

(Alec's note: I tried not to let him make such a fowl pun. I told him we have to have some standards around here. He never listens to me. I can't keep him cooped up.)

(Clarissa's note: I've gotta hen it to ya, Alec. This ain' no poultry thing we got goin' on here.)

alec716 · « **Reply #3052 on:** October 17, 2006, 10:58:10 pm »

Quote from: Ellemeno on October 17, 2006, 10:51:58 pm

(Clarissa's note: This ain' no poultry thing we got goin' on here.)

(Alec's note: My point, eggsactly. Terry Cloth loves to yolk around.)

Arad-3 · « **Reply #3053 on:** October 17, 2006, 11:08:14 pm »

HARRY (THE KILLER) CAUK

I'll have you know you little rag, I am not a chicken. I happen to be world heavy weight Cauk fighting champian! One more crack like that and you my scranney little friend will look like swiss cheese!

Ellemeno · « **Reply #3054 on:** October 17, 2006, 11:16:58 pm »

Quote from: alec716 on October 17, 2006, 10:58:10 pm

(Alec's note: My point, eggsactly. Terry Cloth loves to yolk around.)

(Clarissa's note: Shell we end this? I'm startin' to grow pun feathers.)

alec716 · « **Reply #3055 on:** October 17, 2006, 11:44:14 pm »

Quote from: Arad-3 on October 17, 2006, 11:08:14 pm

I'll have you know you little rag, I am not a chicken. I happen to be world heavy weight Cauk fighting champian! One more crack like that and you my scranney little friend will look like swiss cheese!

TERRY CLOTH:

NO, OWLMA, STOP! I THINK HE WAS JUST KIDDING!

&& Wow, she works fast! &&

(( TERRY CLOTH is glad to have found a defender where none was eggspected. ))

Quote from: Ellemeno on October 17, 2006, 11:16:58 pm

(Clarissa's note: Shell we end this? I'm startin' to grow pun feathers.)

(Alec's note: You tellin' me to flock off?!

)

Arad-3 · « **Reply #3056 on:** October 17, 2006, 11:52:09 pm »

FAUK"S NEIGHBOR JOE~

Arad-3 · « **Reply #3057 on:** October 17, 2006, 11:55:12 pm »

Quote from: Arad-3 on October 17, 2006, 11:52:09 pm

FAUK"S NEIGHBOR JOE~

look at his brother already chasing the hens and his brother still warm

Meryl · « **Reply #3058 on:** October 18, 2006, 01:14:54 am »

Deep within the Sacred Relic Room, the HIGH PRIESTESS senses a disturbance in the Force of Nature. An old prophecy intrudes itself on her meditations:

"And there shall be lightnings and gales and the banging of clothesdryers....out of the South shall appear the One Born of Wind with his slippery small servant...the air shall be rife with the cries of owls and sundry poultry..."

** Oh no, can it really be happening? **

((Filled with foreboding, Meryl unlocks the door to the Sacred Library. Entering into trance, she runs a trembling hand along the dusty shelves until it is inexorably drawn to one crumbling parchment. Taking it down carefully, she returns to the Sacred Relic Room and spreads it out on a table.))

"And the One Born of Earth shall keep vigil from on high, his brow wreathed in smoke. Strange musick in 4/4 time shall cause the Faithful to fall down and rend their clothes, shouting "IswearIswear." The Voice of the Mule shall be heard in the holy places, and a cloth of many loops shall rise up to be ironed.

And the Earth shall be brought low, two steps at a time, and He shall embrace the Wind, and they shall speak in tongues, crying out "jackfarkeentwist" and "sonuvabitchsonuvabitch." The Sacred Key shall turn on Itself, a great sucking and grinding shall envelop them, and the sheets of the Holy Laundry shall be rent.

But the Faithful will weep and gnash their teeth, for they shall be cast down and sorely tried by a plague of bad puns descending upon them from the huge sadness of the Northern Plains, and a gusting breeze and a little Warshrag shall lead them..."

** The horror, the horror....**

Arad-3 · « **Reply #3059 on:** October 18, 2006, 01:32:05 am »

ALMA~

((Alma starts to get alittle anxious after she looks out the window and see's no sign of them))

%% Where are those two? Sure been out there along time! Probaly catching up i guess . Mmmm! That rump roast is starting to smell real good. I sure hope Jack likes rump .I can't wait any longer I am going out to say Hello %%

(( Alma heads toward the door. Alma goes to push the door open and ...))

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