(I pull a big crock of cookies out of somewhere (you don't wantto know) and set it on the counter.)
Wolf: Vista Fudge Creme cookies. Cheap as dirt and one of the most addictive things in the universe. Have some.
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"Ah, Montana? I'm the one who thawed you out. Not Roadie. OK? just had to clear that up."
*Sucks on his Iced Chocolate.*
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spacewolf you now have the rank of luitenant general youre insignia will be delivered shortly
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theroadwolf wrote:
spacewolf you now have the rank of luitenant general youre insignia will be delivered shortly
"You mean, This Insignia that skyfire just delivered?"
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spacewolf wrote:
"Ah, Montana? I'm the one who thawed you out. Not Roadie. OK? just had to clear that up."
*Sucks on his Iced Chocolate.*
Oops. Well, I was a popsicle dude, my judgement was impaired.
COOKIES!!! *checks one out* Ooh, those look yummo! Where'd ya get em?
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Wolf: You don't wanna know. But they're clean.
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*freezes mid-bite* You know, that doesn't make me less worried, every time you say that.
I've never seen them before, are they only available in the south?
*pulls out some Tim Tams* You should try these.
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*eyes get big* Ooooh And I know where those came from! May I?
*SNARF!!* Ta!
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*Grabs the Tim Tams and scarfs the lot*
:BURP:
"Oh, Excuse me!"
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O.O HEY!!! Those were to SHARE!!!
*holds out hand flat, yells 'STOMACH PUMP', someone throws a pump down on her hand*
Right!! This won't hurt a bit!
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*tackles Spacewolf*
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*Judo tosses Montana into corner then points to packet of Tim Tams, which has magically refilled."
Montana: "How?"
"Oh, a little friend of mine."
*Points to djinn*
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::runs over and tries to snarf tim-tams, but accidentally eats the Djinn::
O.O
>.< BLEH!
*hiccup* ::huge bag of tim-tams falls from the ceiling::
*hiccup* ::pot of gold appears out of nowhere:: ::runs over and stuffs pockets with gold::
*hiccup* ::shiny new tables, espresso machines, vending machines, televisions, and a brand new sound system appear in the cafe::
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Hey WOOT!!
*Checks out the espresso machines, makes 6 amazingly perfect mocha's, sculls the lot and keels over with a mini heart attack*
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there has been a misunderstanding spacewolf your rank awas increased one star too far you are meant to be a major general not luitenant general please remove one star from your collar
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"Right Roadwolf, so... From General, One rank down is Leuitenant General, which makes me a three star but I've already got three stars. Oh well, No change then."
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Wolf: I get them from a day-old bread store in Selma. I keep them stockpiled in a cul de sac in Dreamtime. That way, they don't get stale. I keep the cul de sac sterilized. I have some scones in there if anyone wants them.
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::talks with mouth full::
you mean these scones? ::holds up a small piece of a mostly eaten scone::
Last edited by Howlitzer (2006-11-12 13:16:32)
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Wolf: Not unless you're half interdimensional racoon and they're on my diet.
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*pops back up* Gyah. Must. Show. Self. Restraint.
*looks at Howlitzer* Dude, I found those in the back of one of the cupboards, they're like months old.
*grabs the huge bag of Tim Tams, plonks a bunch in front of Midnight, some in front of Wolf and lays the rest out on the counter* These are sooooooooo good!!!
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Look, they've like... petrified!
*smacks a scone down on the counter, it bounces off and hits the new barista between the eyes, he keels over*
*WolfMontana leans over the counter* Uh... sorry. Hey! NEW SHOES!!!
*shifts into a wolf, jumps over the counter, growls and the barista's cries are heard*
*trots out the door with one of his shoes in her mouth*
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