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[Somewhere]
Cyclone: “Brian, come here Brian”
Brian: “What is it? Have you finished?”
Cyclone: “Yes Brian, at last they are ready”
Brian: “You mean the…the..”
Cyclone: “The Safety Pins! Mwahahaha!!”
*Thunder clashes*
Brian: “Ahh..” *steps back in awe*
Cyclone: “Now then, lets see what we can do….”
*Manic laughter is heard in the distance*
[Somewhere in Britain]
Cookie Monster: “Hey ‘lil buddy”
Whitestripes: “Howdy partner”
Cookie Monster: “Want to ride the tunnel of love again?”
Whitestripes: “Sure thing”
*Whitestripes and Cookie Monster clamber into the small love boat as it starts to travel through the tunnel*
Whitestripes: “This sure is cosy….is that your hand?”
Cookie Monster: “Opps, sorry ‘lil buddy”
Whitestripes: “No problem, I do that with my celery all the time”
*Whitestripes and Cookie Monster stare wondrously at the loving in the tunnel*
Cookie Monster: “My, this is camp”
Whitestripes: “Aww, you big camp, hairy Scottie you”
Cookie Monster: “Say…is that a wench?”
Whitestripes: “I think so Cal. Do you think we should poke it with a sharp pointy object?”
Cookie Monster: “I don’t see any other alternative”
*Whitestripes and Cookie Monster proceed to poke the wench repeatedly, as the boat nears the end and stops to let them out*
*They get out*
Cookie Monster: “Are you as confused as I am ‘lil buddy?”
Whitestripes: “More so”
[Central Paraguay]
*Gerrid is pootling furiously, whilst AJ is pootling also*
*Paraguay was unusually cold for a Tuesday, AJ had his woolly carrot hat on, Gerrid had wrapped up tight, as he wanted to pootle for many hours, without freezing his gonads to ice*
AJ: *has a sudden realisation* "Gerrid, the wenchmobile cannot survive such unseasonal cold! We must return to our homeland if it is to survive!"
Gerrid: *looking concerned* "I'm still Gerrid from the block" he retorted.
*AJ agreed, and they removed the monkus with six wheels, as it was more durable*
*As they pootled together towards the moon, AJ saw something in the distance*
*He was shocked. Shocked and tired. Very tired. But also Shocked. He unpootled the wenchmobile, and woke Gerrid up furiously*
Gerrid: "Why have we stopped AYJAY?" said Gerrid in a humpherty voice.
*AJ pointed at a small yellow creature in the distance. He uttered a single word, and Gerrid was frozen with fear*
AJ: "Brooboo"
[Somewhere in Britain]
Whitestripes: “Cal, my mind is zinging with pepper sprouts, I think something is amiss”
Cookie Monster: “Could be ‘lil buddy, but how can we be sure?”
Whitestripes: “There is only one way to find out”
*Whitestripes walks through the PortaLoo door*
[Somewhere else]
Whitestripes: “Here we are”
Cookie Monster: “The car?”
Whitestripes: “Is the warning light on”?
Cookie Monster “Yes”
Whitestripes: “Then something is amiss”
Cookie Monster: “I’ll drive”
[Somewhere else in Britain]
Elderly woman: *shrieks* “Where’s my Arthur!”
*A car screeches to a halt nearby*
Elderly woman: “ARTHUR! ARTHUUURRRR!!!”
*Whitestripes and Cookie Monster hop out of the car and approach the old woman*
Whitestripes: “Here’s your cat ma’am”
Elderly woman: “Oh Arthur! Thankyou very much little girl”
Whitestripes: “err”
Cookie Monster: “mmmmm”
Elderly woman: “Now come along Arthur, we’ll have a cup of tea and I’ve got some nice butterscotch pudding”
Whitestripes: “umm..you do know that cat’s dead ma’am”
Cookie Monster: “Stuffed like a Christmas turkey”
Elderly woman: “Oh no, he’s isn’t dead. He just has a lot on his mind”
Whitestripes: “If you say so ma’am”
Cookie Monster: “Well I guess nothing is amiss anymore”
Whitestripes: “Too true Cal, too true”
Cookie Monster: “So now we can go home”
Whitestripes: “Oh yes Cal, oh yes”
Cookie Monster: “Is there a reason why you’re saying everything twice?”
Whitestripes: “No”
*Whitestripes and Cookie Monster get back in the car and scream off into the distance*
[Meanwhile, back somewhere]
Cyclone: “Sod. Nothing, absolutely nothing”
Brian: “…er..um..”
Cyclone: “They can’t do anything, they are useless to me. USELESS. How am I going to attack anything with these?”
Brian: “Well perhaps we shouldn’t have used SAFTEY pins…”
Cyclone: “Are you saying this is my fault Brain?”
Brian: “Well..uhh..not..not exactly..but..err..”
Cyclone: “It’s no use Brian, we only have on choice left”
Brian: “What?”
Cyclone: “We must find and retrieve….”
Brian: *tense*
Cyclone: “..The Thing Whitestripes Is Looking For!!”
Brain: “No! Not that!”
Cyclone: “Yes Brian, it’s all we can do now…”
[Back in Paraguay]
*Gerrid and AJ have woken from a tiring sleep. Although exhausted, they configure ways to continue pootling out of the snubby range of the Brooboo*
Gerrid: *Brain Spasm* “We must take the Buxom Wenchmobile far away, in search of the Promised Pootle”
*AJ concurs in a nodding fashion*
AJ: “But I don’t think it is Buxom enough”
Gerrid: *Maybe you are right*
AJ: *Fisheyed* “More wenches”
*Both of them begin to pootle furiously at this point. AJ’s carrot hat begins to sprout*
Gerrid: “We must procure some, WS can help”
AJ: “Where will he be?”
Gerrid: “Somewhere in Britain”
*Gerrid and AJ liquefy into the monkus with 6 wheela and leave for Britain*
Coming in Part 2, Will Gerrid and AJ find Whitestripes and procure some wenches? What is Cyclone’s diabolic plan? And the Pins cometh.
Cyclone: “Brian, come here Brian”
Brian: “What is it? Have you finished?”
Cyclone: “Yes Brian, at last they are ready”
Brian: “You mean the…the..”
Cyclone: “The Safety Pins! Mwahahaha!!”
*Thunder clashes*
Brian: “Ahh..” *steps back in awe*
Cyclone: “Now then, lets see what we can do….”
*Manic laughter is heard in the distance*
[Somewhere in Britain]
Cookie Monster: “Hey ‘lil buddy”
Whitestripes: “Howdy partner”
Cookie Monster: “Want to ride the tunnel of love again?”
Whitestripes: “Sure thing”
*Whitestripes and Cookie Monster clamber into the small love boat as it starts to travel through the tunnel*
Whitestripes: “This sure is cosy….is that your hand?”
Cookie Monster: “Opps, sorry ‘lil buddy”
Whitestripes: “No problem, I do that with my celery all the time”
*Whitestripes and Cookie Monster stare wondrously at the loving in the tunnel*
Cookie Monster: “My, this is camp”
Whitestripes: “Aww, you big camp, hairy Scottie you”
Cookie Monster: “Say…is that a wench?”
Whitestripes: “I think so Cal. Do you think we should poke it with a sharp pointy object?”
Cookie Monster: “I don’t see any other alternative”
*Whitestripes and Cookie Monster proceed to poke the wench repeatedly, as the boat nears the end and stops to let them out*
*They get out*
Cookie Monster: “Are you as confused as I am ‘lil buddy?”
Whitestripes: “More so”
[Central Paraguay]
*Gerrid is pootling furiously, whilst AJ is pootling also*
*Paraguay was unusually cold for a Tuesday, AJ had his woolly carrot hat on, Gerrid had wrapped up tight, as he wanted to pootle for many hours, without freezing his gonads to ice*
AJ: *has a sudden realisation* "Gerrid, the wenchmobile cannot survive such unseasonal cold! We must return to our homeland if it is to survive!"
Gerrid: *looking concerned* "I'm still Gerrid from the block" he retorted.
*AJ agreed, and they removed the monkus with six wheels, as it was more durable*
*As they pootled together towards the moon, AJ saw something in the distance*
*He was shocked. Shocked and tired. Very tired. But also Shocked. He unpootled the wenchmobile, and woke Gerrid up furiously*
Gerrid: "Why have we stopped AYJAY?" said Gerrid in a humpherty voice.
*AJ pointed at a small yellow creature in the distance. He uttered a single word, and Gerrid was frozen with fear*
AJ: "Brooboo"
[Somewhere in Britain]
Whitestripes: “Cal, my mind is zinging with pepper sprouts, I think something is amiss”
Cookie Monster: “Could be ‘lil buddy, but how can we be sure?”
Whitestripes: “There is only one way to find out”
*Whitestripes walks through the PortaLoo door*
[Somewhere else]
Whitestripes: “Here we are”
Cookie Monster: “The car?”
Whitestripes: “Is the warning light on”?
Cookie Monster “Yes”
Whitestripes: “Then something is amiss”
Cookie Monster: “I’ll drive”
[Somewhere else in Britain]
Elderly woman: *shrieks* “Where’s my Arthur!”
*A car screeches to a halt nearby*
Elderly woman: “ARTHUR! ARTHUUURRRR!!!”
*Whitestripes and Cookie Monster hop out of the car and approach the old woman*
Whitestripes: “Here’s your cat ma’am”
Elderly woman: “Oh Arthur! Thankyou very much little girl”
Whitestripes: “err”
Cookie Monster: “mmmmm”
Elderly woman: “Now come along Arthur, we’ll have a cup of tea and I’ve got some nice butterscotch pudding”
Whitestripes: “umm..you do know that cat’s dead ma’am”
Cookie Monster: “Stuffed like a Christmas turkey”
Elderly woman: “Oh no, he’s isn’t dead. He just has a lot on his mind”
Whitestripes: “If you say so ma’am”
Cookie Monster: “Well I guess nothing is amiss anymore”
Whitestripes: “Too true Cal, too true”
Cookie Monster: “So now we can go home”
Whitestripes: “Oh yes Cal, oh yes”
Cookie Monster: “Is there a reason why you’re saying everything twice?”
Whitestripes: “No”
*Whitestripes and Cookie Monster get back in the car and scream off into the distance*
[Meanwhile, back somewhere]
Cyclone: “Sod. Nothing, absolutely nothing”
Brian: “…er..um..”
Cyclone: “They can’t do anything, they are useless to me. USELESS. How am I going to attack anything with these?”
Brian: “Well perhaps we shouldn’t have used SAFTEY pins…”
Cyclone: “Are you saying this is my fault Brain?”
Brian: “Well..uhh..not..not exactly..but..err..”
Cyclone: “It’s no use Brian, we only have on choice left”
Brian: “What?”
Cyclone: “We must find and retrieve….”
Brian: *tense*
Cyclone: “..The Thing Whitestripes Is Looking For!!”
Brain: “No! Not that!”
Cyclone: “Yes Brian, it’s all we can do now…”
[Back in Paraguay]
*Gerrid and AJ have woken from a tiring sleep. Although exhausted, they configure ways to continue pootling out of the snubby range of the Brooboo*
Gerrid: *Brain Spasm* “We must take the Buxom Wenchmobile far away, in search of the Promised Pootle”
*AJ concurs in a nodding fashion*
AJ: “But I don’t think it is Buxom enough”
Gerrid: *Maybe you are right*
AJ: *Fisheyed* “More wenches”
*Both of them begin to pootle furiously at this point. AJ’s carrot hat begins to sprout*
Gerrid: “We must procure some, WS can help”
AJ: “Where will he be?”
Gerrid: “Somewhere in Britain”
*Gerrid and AJ liquefy into the monkus with 6 wheela and leave for Britain*
Coming in Part 2, Will Gerrid and AJ find Whitestripes and procure some wenches? What is Cyclone’s diabolic plan? And the Pins cometh.
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Whitestripes wrote:
> Just so you know, I've stopped the progress of Part 2
>
> I'm going fashionable and trendy and doing a prequel first.
! neB will be dipleased in the lack of effort for his tale! i will now have to be the one to brake this to him, ah well. He will sob many tears.
> Just so you know, I've stopped the progress of Part 2
>
> I'm going fashionable and trendy and doing a prequel first.
! neB will be dipleased in the lack of effort for his tale! i will now have to be the one to brake this to him, ah well. He will sob many tears.
Whitestripes wrote:
> Oh dear
>
> You are confuzzled as well, I must take the pins to you
CONFUSST. THE WORD IS CONFUSST.
> Oh dear
>
> You are confuzzled as well, I must take the pins to you
CONFUSST. THE WORD IS CONFUSST.
Just so you know, I've stopped the progress of Part 2
I'm going fashionable and trendy and doing a prequel first.
I'm going fashionable and trendy and doing a prequel first.
indeed
The hairy one speaks the truth about their power
Even I would not beleive it until I vidi it with my own eyes.
The hairy one speaks the truth about their power
Even I would not beleive it until I vidi it with my own eyes.
Verily the pin is quick to anger, and his bite stings.
Cyclone wrote:
> Beware!
>
> I have six heavily arm-ed Chelumbas!
>
> MMWWHAHAAH!
Ha, Chelumbas are so last month
The power of the Pins far exceeds that of petty Chelumbas
You would not survive a Shwafling
don't tempt me
> Beware!
>
> I have six heavily arm-ed Chelumbas!
>
> MMWWHAHAAH!
Ha, Chelumbas are so last month
The power of the Pins far exceeds that of petty Chelumbas
You would not survive a Shwafling
don't tempt me
eye, eye it was. :(
I was mourning the passing of a neB related substrate.
It was a sad time for all invloved
It was a sad time for all invloved
neB is a strong fellow, a quick walk round the block will cure him of any such sorrow.
*cumforts gerrid, although isn't sure why he is mourning*
*cumforts gerrid, although isn't sure why he is mourning*
It was a very sad story. I fear neB is no more (died of crying)
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