#1648
Well since the rpg is on hiatus I baked
Date: 01/03/2002
From: Sunday12
you all cookies! Yep! Cookies for my bestest friends in the whole world.
Mickey: Yeah.... that's sweet. I bet they're laced with arsenic.
Tork: I'm sure they are. No thanks.
Sunday: Oh come on, you guys! I just play a bitch. I'm not really a bitch.
Mickey: Okay, just a small one.
Tork: Why not?
<Each take a cookie and eat it happily--- then keel over>
Lita: Sunday! You killed them!
Sunday: No I didn't! I swear! <starts to cry> I just made those cookies.
Rimmer: Yeah right, MURDERER!
Sunday: Wait, I left the dough for a moment to visit the powder room. When I came back The_Rest was running away from it. The_Rest must have poisoned it!
Rimmi: Great. Now Mickey and Tork are dead. Do I have to make a MickeyBot and a TorkBot now?
LitaBot: Were you calling me? I like rice.
Lita: <checks pulse> Wait, they're still alive. They're just sleeping. They're SLEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEPING!
<Wavy lines disolve into the past. A scary little elf guy and a witch are laughing at Mickey and Tork who are in the stockades.>
Witch: At dawn you both will lose your heads! Hahahahahahaha- *cough* furball!
Mickey: D'oh!
#1649
witch: Hahahaha (and so on)
Date: 01/03/2002
From: MickeyTheGardener
High volume THIS, duh!!!!
Mickey: Yeah, great...you wouldn't happen to know where my chair is, would you?
Witch: Shutup, or I'll turn you into a frog.
(somewhere in the rp)
Mickey: Too late...ribbit.
Mickey T. Gardener
Bboard Nice Guy
Friend to All
Post Narc
Jack Fish
#1650
Lita: Mickey! Tork! Are you all right???
Date: 01/03/2002
From: Carmelita9000
gonna sneak in while volume is low..........................
<Mickey and Tork lie on the floor all unconscious-like. They don't say anything.>
Lita: <annoyed.> Answer me when I ask you stuff!!! <She kicks Mickey, mostly because he's closest.>
Mickey: Ow! Quit bugging me, you witch!!!
Lita: The hell?? What did you just call me?
Rimmer: Tee-hee, Lita! He called you a witch!
Tork: Why is this evil witch and her horrid ugly little imp tormenting us??
Rimmer: Hey!
Lita: Ha ha! They called you an imp!
Rimmer: All right. Time to bring out Mr. Poiny Happy-Sack Slasher!
Lita: <Covers her eyes.> Ooh! I can't look!
Tork: Boy, it sure does suck being back in the Dark Ages, doesn't it Mickey?
Mickey: Yeah! Especially that we're all locked up in these stockade thingies!
Rimmer: Hey! I know what's going on! Their minds are in the past!
Lita: Huh?
Rimmer: Lita! Hypnotize me so that I can go back in time and save them!
Lita: Hey… this sounds suspiciously like we're getting back into rp. We're supposed to be on a break.
Rimmer: We *are* on a break! Stuff can happen while we're on a break! Now hypnotize me!
Lita: But we were in the middle of a complicated storyline in the rp. We can't just leave it hanging. I mean, I'm dead and stuff!
Rimmer: We're not leaving anything hanging! We're on break! We'll fix the rp when we're back in the rp, ok? Now are you going to hypnotize me or not?
Lita: Fine. Look at my hand.
Rimmer: Ok.
Lita: Pretend you're riding a roller coaster on my hand.
Rimmer: Er.... Huh?
Lita: Around the knuckle, over the fingernail…
Rimmer: Sorry, I just can't get past the roller coaster on your hand part.
Lita: *sigh* Screw it then. SLEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEP!!!!!11!!11!1111!!!
Rimmer: Zzzzzz…
<Rimmer falls to the floor and hits her head on the coffee table.>
Lita: Oops! I guess I should have waited until she was lying on a couch or something. Oh well. She looks ok…
<Evil Mike comes out from behind some curtains.>
Lita: Evil Mike! Hi!
EM: What are you doing?
Lita: Oh, I was hypnotizing Rimmi so that she can save Tork and Mickey's asses in the past. I guess now I have to pay really close attention to all three of them, to make sure nothing goes wrong. It would be horrible if I got distracted, and then something bad happened to them, and I was too distracted to help!
EM: Oh. So, uh… There's a couch over there. Do you wanna make out?
Lita: Sure!
<Lots of kissing follows.>
LitaBot: *smile* You're Evil Mike! You're my boyfriend! And you're kissing RealLita!
Sunday: Geez, you guys. Get a room.
Lita: Mmmph! Phe've phot a phroom! (Evil Mike, just a second) We've got a room! This room! Get lost, so we can get a little privacy.
EM: Yeah! Go away! I want to get some… privacy!
Sunday: Fine. *sniff* I can see when I'm not wanted. Come on, LitaBot. You can make me some nachos.
***
<In the past somewhere… Rimmer is lurking around behind some bushes.>
Rimmer: Ok. Time to go find Mickey and Tork and bring them Back to the Future! <long pause> Eeek! I'm nude!
Lita
Queen Bitch
President of the I Hate Riddler Club
Vice Prez of the I Hate Hamburglar Club
Winner of the Coveted Forrester Cup
This isn't the rp! It's just a coffee break!
#1651
Eek!
Date: 01/03/2002
From: grandmapa
<<<<<<<<
Rimmer: I'm nude! Ummm... <grabs some branches> This will have to do. <Rimmi starts walking toward the town>
<back in the jail>
Mickey: *spit* *hack* Stop that! Ewww!
Tork: *sputter* This is nasty! I'll report you to social services! *SPLOOOOOOOOSH!* BLECH!!!
Beared Guy Who Tosses Urine At Random People To Protect The Order Of The Delta Knights: Never! You are a threat to our secret society! The secret society of the Delta Knights!
Mickey: Then if it's secret, why did you tell us?
Tork: Yeah, and why did you pick us up in the first place? All we did was buy a slave child!
Mickey: And everyone does that, even you!
BGWTUARPTPTOOTDK: Ummm... there is no society! And that slave child you bought was a Delta Knight! And you know it!
<Rimmi bursts in the prison door with a small child behind her>
Rimmer: There you are! *SPLOOOOOOOOOSH!* ACK!!! GRRR!!! YOU'LL PAY FOR THAT!!! <proceeds to take out Mr. Poiny McHappy Sack Slasher and pulls BGWTUARPTPTOOTDK into a dark corner. A lot of yelling is heard, especially many curses by Rimmer. The word "eunich" is used quite a lot!> That'll teach him! Now where are you gonna get pee from, huh?
BGWTUARPTPTOOTDK: Uhn...
Child: Yay!
Tork: Look! It's our very own slave child!
Mickey: And that girl!
Child: Hi, Daddy and Daddy!
Rimmer: I just saved your butts from ringworm haven, and you pay attention to a crappy illegally-purchased kid?
Mickey: But that's our child!
Tork: Errr, that sounded very strange, Mickey. Rimmer, if you would, let us out of here before Mickey starts explaining why there is no Mommy!
Rimmer: All right. *clink* There, now come on.
Mickey: Nooooo!!! My baby!!! WAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!!!!!!
Rimmer: Bye little guy! Go play in the slave market some more, okay?
Child: Okay! <proceeds to walk off, talking to himself> I wanna be a Delta Knight now...
Tork: Hey, you're nekkid!
Rimmer: Shut up.
Mickey: *sniff* Where do I go now? *whimper*
Rimmer: Back to the real world, and back in your minds... Wait! I can't escape until someone wakes me up!
Tork: If you're asleep, then you're obviously dreaming! Duh, pinch yourself!
Rimmer: Fine. <pinches herself on the arm, and they are magically transported back to the house> Huh? Wha...
gramps: Hi Rimmer! You finally woke up! That must mean you saved them, right?
Rimmer: Yeah, I guess. Hey, what are you doing here in the first place?
gramps: I was hired to babysit, because everyone else was too busy getting fresh or fighting!
Mickey and Tork: <raise up> How long have we been asleep?
gramps: Long enough for Rimmer to get to use Mr. Poiny McHappy Sack Slasher, seeing those blood stains on her clothes! <hearty sitcom laughter!>
O.J.: I didn't do it!
gramps: Go to Heck.
magrandpa?
grandmapa!, sch.
The Elderly Gender-Bender!
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#1652
Okay, this is where you lose me.
Date: 01/03/2002
From: wurwolf
.......................................
I was perfectly happy spinning through the post on Mickey's chair (spinning -- not taking a piss), and I would have even gone so far as to play Match Game®, but you guys have to turn it into another RPG! HMMPH!
<runs off with Mickey's chair again> Just you and me, Chairy......
wurwolf
Bonhead #3
fs!!
#1653
Now look what you've all done!
Date: 01/03/2002
From: MickeyTheGardener
You'll all pay for this!
You chased wurwolf away! Now I'll never get my chair back. :(
Mickey T. Gardener
Bboard Nice Guy
Friend to All
Post Narc
11:12 EST!
My chair. She never hurt anyone *sniff*
Just an Excrutiating Eight® from posting the Million $ MST3Kwiz, fortified with Projected Man questions!
#1654
It was TSB's fault!!!
Date: 01/04/2002
From: Carmelita9000
!!!!!!111!!!1!!!!!!!!1111!!!!!!!1!!!!!!1!1!!!1111!!!!!!!1!!!
We were 100% rp free (on a temporary basis) until That Sunday Bitch showed up and started it again. (Not that what we were doing was rp... it was a side adventure.) I was perfectly happy to wait until PM got around to getting the thing going again. That Sunday Bitch was the one who ruined it!
So there!
Lita
Queen Bitch
President of the I Hate Riddler Club
Vice Prez of the I Hate Hamburglar Club
Winner of the Coveted Forrester Cup
Spreader of Blame
Today's Act of Bitchery: Poining the accusing finger at somebody else.
#1655
Just remember Sunday...
Date: 01/04/2002
From: MickeyTheGardener
2 of the 8 down, 6 to go
Lita said it, not me.*
Mickey T. Gardener
Bboard Nice Guy
Friend to All
Post Narc
12:23 EST!
Let's have a Patrick Swayze Fishmas!
*evn though I know it's kind of true, but remember who's been nice to you all throughout this post despite you being a bitch. You can't help it.
#1656
2:55 EST!
Date: 01/04/2002
From: MickeyTheGardener
YAWNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNN!!!!
Just posted the MST3Kwiz. Just thought I'd let you know.
Tee-hee! A Backstreet Boy got arrested! Funny!
Mickey T. Gardener
Bboard Nice Guy
Friend to All
Post Narc
Shameless plugger.
I want my chair!
#1657
I thought we all had writer's block.
Date: 01/04/2002
From: Sunday12
Guess not. I suppose we could just wake up Mickey, Tork and Rimmer (although she may be severely concussed right now) and we'll take a break.
#1658
You must conform to ME!
Date: 01/04/2002
From: wurwolf
........................................
I was just kidding, guys, you all can do your RPG if you want. I was even being a part of it, what with pushing Mickey's chair around and talking to it! See! Fun!
<sits on Mickey's chair and whispers sweet words of love to it> Mickey will never get you back, my darling.....
wurwolf
Bonhead #3
fs!!
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