In article <20030201113827.14158.00000...@mb-ms.aol.com>, Malada 2 <mala...@aol.com> wrote:
> Laurence <l...@argonet.co.uk> writes: > >I do believe we should call a halt to things at this point, > >Other people will be complaining that their resistance is low > >if we continue." > "Okay, we'll switch off the puns now."
"They are getting terminal, so I suppose we should wrap them up, although I'm sure Toby could solder on for another hour or so."
Boris does have the decency to look apologetic, not easy when you don't have a humanoid face.
> -Jessie
Boris... the spider.
-- ... Digital circuits are made from analog parts.
__ __ __ __ __ ___ |__||__)/ __/ \|\ ||_ | And isn't your life extremely flat | || \\__/\__/| \||__ | with nothing whatever to grumble at.
"(Panacea1)" <panace...@teleSPAMport.com> writes: >Kylinn <kyl...@aol.com> wrote : >> "Why, thank you!" Toby tosses his head. Since his curly >> hair is cut short, it doesn't actually have any effect. >> But he does it anyway.
>Tish applauds!
Toby bows grandly.
>> "I did it just because I thought you'd like it," he >> confides.
>"Oh, really? I was -sure- of that. I -knew- you'd remember me, cause it's >been ages and ages we've known each other and everything."
"Oh, yeah; years and years and years. But, y'know, sometimes you have to do something special to, like, spice things up, even with people you've known for forever."
>> "Oh, yeah, all that yawnsome stuff is alway so tiresome. >> Never any fun at all." Toby pouts.
>"Exactly," Tish agrees, with a mournful look, stuffing her hands into her >jacket pockets and sticking out her lower lip.
"Awww." Toby leans forward to plant a quick kiss on her.
>> "But there's some new people here since you were asleep. >> I mean, keeping the bar warm. Well, actually, they came >> in a year ago just after you decided to be so generous >> an' all, so really they're not new at all, but they've >> been all quiet since we didn't want to disturb your >> concentration. But maybe now you'd like to meet them?"
>"Er, really?" She perks up, brows drifting up under her kerchief as her >braids swish behind her back. "But I haven't done my hair or anything so >I'm not sure I'm presentable in public, do you think? I wouldn't ever want >to embarrass anybody, I mean..." she adds, wiping her hands on the front >of her khakis.
"Oh, but since we've having a costume party here, everyone will think that's how you meant to look. C'mon!" He offers her his hand.
>-- Tish, squirrel pooka >Do you know what vampires do to squirrels?
-Toby, otter pooka No, but if you hum a few bars I'll try and fake it. -- Parlor City: http://www.parlorcity.net Devilbunnies / Book Reviews / Who's Who in the WGP
kyl...@aol.com (Kylinn) wrote: > Martin Gleason <officerglea...@nospam.attbi.com> writes: > > kyl...@aol.com (Kylinn) wrote: > >> Martin Gleason <officerglea...@nospam.attbi.com> writes:
> >> >"Bah. you're cut off, boyo. No more drinks for you. Maybe even > >> >sugar-free lemonade too." The lack of seriousness and sincerity is > >> >clearly evident
> >> "Oh, no!" Toby clutches his throat. "I am beset upon > >> all sides. Whatever shall I do?"
> >"I dunno. Maybe have a glass o'water or somethin'"
> "Ooh, you think I could? Who do you want me to > throw it on?"
"Someone who isn't awake. Someone who smells funny. Someone who isnt' me. Sound like a plan?"
> >Paddy
> -Toby, otter pooka
Paddy I'm giving you license to do something pooka-ish. I will regret this, but right now, it sound like a plan
-- Americans, while occasionally willing to be serfs, have always been obstinate about being peasantry. --F.Scott.Fitzgerald, The Great Gatsby
> Martin Gleason <officerglea...@nospam.attbi.com> writes:
> (Palanis doth speaketh:) > >>In such cases, I might have > >> to respond with something... more vigorous. If this happens, please > >> don't blame me for the accidental property damage. I'm only doing > >> my job."
> >"Dear major, you appeared to be busy with the wounded cub. Furthermore, > >the boyo was a wee bit upset--enraged you might say--and I figured I'd > >be the one to handle it--considerin' that no matter where I go, I'll > >always have rank, especially with the young ones. If you did somethin', > >you might have a problem later; my people have always been a bit... > >touchy."
> "You are most wise, good sir," Palanis nods.
"Maybe. I hired you an' Julia--thats a mark in my favor."
> >> -Jane Palanis, Maj. (retired) > >> How about "cubs"?
> >Paddy > >Don't think so. I'd take real offense to that... I'd probably have to > >fire you. or something.
> -Jane Palanis > Or suspend me without pay?
Paddy thing is, I don't really pay you, do I?
-- Americans, while occasionally willing to be serfs, have always been obstinate about being peasantry. --F.Scott.Fitzgerald, The Great Gatsby
Laurence <l...@argonet.co.uk> writes: >> >I do believe we should call a halt to things at this point, >> >Other people will be complaining that their resistance is low >> >if we continue."
>> "Okay, we'll switch off the puns now."
>"They are getting terminal, so I suppose we should wrap them up, >although I'm sure Toby could solder on for another hour or so."
>Boris does have the decency to look apologetic, not easy when >you don't have a humanoid face.
Jessie folds her arms and taps her foot. "Ah'll give ye some advice about puns: ya got ta know when ta stop tellin' them. And that time is now."
> A thin woman in denim and ancient Birkenstocks wanders over, > a puzzled look graces her rather plain face. "Hey there," she > says looking him over, "how'd ya do the all-over instant tan thang?"
"A neccessary trick of the profession Mem-sahib. This however is my natural colour. The trick was in hiding it, as sometimes the presence of someone such as myself can be somewhat problematic."
He bows slightly and offers his hand. "I am Senani Karan Bahadur Chetri, but, Chetri will suffice."
> -Jessie > 'Cause it looks really cool!
-Chetri.
[ooc:Looks like Jessie's found someone that she's taller than :)]
> He sees Paddy, a little bit of sweat on his brow.
> "I'm the co-owner, Julia is my best employee. How do you do, sir?"
He grins at Paddy in the mirror, turns and bows slightly. "Pleased to meet you. I am Senani Karan Bahadur Chetri, more commonly known as Chetri and I am at your service. The Mem-sahib makes a fine cup of chai, which is a rare talent in these days of fast foods and TV dinners. On my honour Sahib, let me assure you that I am _not_ here on business, as such any possible breach of the truce that is in force would only be for the purposes of self preservation."
wildwind...@yahoo.co.uk (Wildwind) writes: >mala...@aol.com (Malada 2) wrote: >> A thin woman in denim and ancient Birkenstocks wanders over, >> a puzzled look graces her rather plain face. "Hey there," she >> says looking him over, "how'd ya do the all-over instant tan thang?"
>"A neccessary trick of the profession Mem-sahib. This however is my >natural colour. The trick was in hiding it, as sometimes the presence >of someone such as myself can be somewhat problematic."
She scratches her head. "Mentat-sub-heave? What's that?" she drawls.
>He bows slightly and offers his hand. "I am Senani Karan Bahadur >Chetri, but, Chetri will suffice."
"Oh, ye can call me Jessie," she shakes his hand briefly. "What's yer profession? Ah'm a plumber."
>> -Jessie >> 'Cause it looks really cool!
>-Chetri.
>[ooc:Looks like Jessie's found someone that she's taller than :)]
-Jessie, plumber Yeah, mah neck's gettin' a crick in it from lookin' up all the time.
