Well, in that case there are bound to be some shiny, singing sheep with feathery fleeces. Unlikely to be pointy, though. Shame.
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Well, in that case there are bound to be some shiny, singing sheep with feathery fleeces. Unlikely to be pointy, though. Shame.
OttifantSir is glad to see that his twin brother, OffiantSir, has taken the fall for him and sets his mind to thinking about how to reward him for his kind generosity. *Maybe a nice flight around the world on the back of my pet would be a nice gift?* *You crazy?! He'll steal it from you, you fool! Kill him now!* *Oh, such a waste of a great mind. He never even hurt a fly* *Somebody call the exterminator! This place is riddled with flies!* *Now, how do I come about making a unified field theory? I've only got 18 years left before I'm supposed to collect that Nobel Prize. Better hurry*
Where's the doc?
Tells all the voices to shut up so he can concentrate . . .
*walks in and hears everything that has been said*
Thinks the doc had better come back soon!!
*grushes noncoherently* I...I need my straight jacket fastened. No one will fasten it. I can't stop bouncing around in the chatroom. I am becoming perverted and I am liking it. I can't stop playing in the Fun and Games Section my fingers may be fallling off. The voices in my head are saying one thing, and the voices that are coming out of other places are saying another! My mind is telling me one thing, my heart is telling me another. I am confused and bouncy and happy and loving it!
*walks over to Angel and tightens her straitjacket after carefully folding her wings under it* There you are, sis. I guess you don't want to decide if you're of Heaven or Hell.
This is getting interesting to see how all the crazies are handling it without the doc. Glad I'm sane.
Eh, what's up, Doc?
*GASP* Oh sis I am not worthy of making such a judgement!!!! I need my Psychiatrist to *bites fingernails nervously, then as she does it feels Master's scolding gaze* Okay Okay I'll stop *smiles angelically*Quote:
Originally Posted by gagged_Louise
(Walking round in circle, calling in a hoarse voice)
Doctor!
Doctor!
Doctor!
Doctor!
Doctor!
I hope the doc hurries back. I hate to see people suffering like this.
sits quietly in the corner carrying on four different conversations. . . and there isnt anyone else within hearing distance.
LMAO. Hurry back doc can't you see what is happening here without you?Quote:
Originally Posted by TheDeSade
*crawls back in and sits on her cushion rocking backwards and forwards, singing to herself, wrapped up tightly in a ball*