The adventures of 
, 
, 
, 
, 
, and the rest continue unabated as the SSSS thread ushers in a new decade of randomness and triviality.
Patience, Please
This site is under reconstruction and will look strange for a while. We regret the inconvenience.
Another Day at Muse Academy
*They do. The clock ticks. Awkward silence reigns.*
Don’t worry, Robert, I like this game too!/ Though I don’t know if it will be quite so/ addicting as was that weird Question Game.
I kind of hope it won’t, to tell the truth.
Heh, yeah. That game just conquered half the blog. ‘Twas almost like some strange and evil plot!
Hey, is there someone who’s able to guess what Brer Piggy will talk like? Yep–in dactylic hexameter must be how all of the nerds talk.
(I hope that all scans; my hexameter’s rusty and I’m a bit worn out.)
“nobody talks in iambs in real life”
LULZ
I note that Eboo’s avatar’s the Third.
How does he measure up to other Docs?
Since I can’t find the HTML Practice and Typographic Tricks thread, I’m going to do this here.
I am typing this entire post with my eyes shut. It remains to be seen how many errors I am making. Hopefully not too many. I should probably put a simley in here so I can justify putting this on this thread.
Impressive!
:rol: That’s nothing. Enc posts with his eyes closed all the time.
hmm i thind i shouls tru that
you see i an noy very food at typing witj mt eyes shut. i jandt practines
Here is the original story.
8) RC: Look, everyone, Paul’s invented a time machine!
WHIZZZZZZZZZ – clank.
8) RS: I thought Paul was a time machine.
8) P: Well, now I can bring my comrades along.
8) 8) 8) 8) *get into time machine*
8) RL: This looks like…the sixties.
8) P: Oh, well, then get back in. We’re a few centuries early.
8) RS: No, no, we’re backstage somewhere! This could be…interesting!
8) RC: What’s that I hear?
8) 8) 8) 8) *listen*
8) RL: This sounds familiar!
8) R’s: *singing* Well she was just seventeen! You know what I mean!
8) RC: This is a Beatles show! And this song is…
8) RL: The finale!
8) P: Watch out! Here they come…!
Here is the sequel.
To be continued
The ending of this reminds me rather of An Unearthly Child. Was that intentional?
[ WHAT. WAS THAT. I… I don’t even…]
[…. *slinks away*]
(7) ((Actually, Princess_M has condensed the dialogue for artistic purposes. I seem to recall that our conversation with the Beatles was more rambling than that.))
*They snicker as at a private joke.*
…
((Of course, at that rate the story would never go anywhere. Just like their movies.))
I couldn’t remember Paul Baker’s last name.
ALL: Aww, you broke it!!! *glare*
*angel attacks*
Yikes! Nice.
Boredom game…
The Ramayana. The actual story differs greatly from the dumbed-down-Rama-is-awesome version my grandmother told me.
= Rama; 
= Sita; 
= Lakshmana; 80 =Hanuman; 
= Ravana; 
= various Rakshasa demons.
Sounds like a long one. I’ll pop some popcorn.
SFTDP. I clicked “comment” instead of “preview.” For the record, Hanuman is 8O. And Evil Usurping Mother-In-Law is :x. She is one of four (or five, depending on which version you’ve heard) wives of the King of Ayodhya.
:x: Due to a foolish vow undertaken by the king of Ayodhya, my son can steal the kinship of my son-in-law Rama, who shall henceforth be banished for 14 years.
:twisted:: Hey Ravana, there’s an attractive woman who you could use to gain control of the known world over there.
: (strokes mustache) I’ll be back soon. Go ahead and start dinner.
Sita, you have 30 days to decide whether to marry me or die.
Get her back!
Darling, you’re alive, it’s a miracle!
And fourteen years have miraculously passed, so we can go back to Ayodhya!
Then again… there’s no knowing what goes on in demonic gardens… Sita dear, I’m afraid you’re going to have to take a purity test. If you can walk through this fire unscathed, you haven’t slept with Ravana.
You’re exiling me?! But I’m pregnant with your triplets!
The empire has to come first.
Sita! Great news! You can come back!… as long as you pass another purity test.
Oh, this really is the last straw! I’m off to the realm of the gods. I’m better off without you!
:): Uh, well, bye.
:D: I’m coming too!
:P: And me. Just because.
:): Ooh, look, a nice handy forest. Let’s settle down in this here hut.
[in Sri Lanka]
[back in the forest. Note that golden deer and old sage dude are actually Ravana in disguise]
:D: Ooh, a nice shiny golden dear! Can I have it?? Can I?? Can I??
:): Well, okay. Lakshmana, stay with Sita.
:D: Oh look, an old man who for some reason saw fit to wander into the middle of a forest. I’ll go take water to him. Here, old man, have some water. Oh dear god, it’s Ravana! Get your hands off me! Nooooo!
[Ravana carries Sita off to Sri Lanka, either-depending on the version- carried by several demon minions, or propelled by a large golden chariot]
:D: *prays and sobs pathetically*
[back in the forest]
:): La la la la la… what?! Where’s Sita?! Oh my god! She’s been kidnapped!
:P: Yeah… sorry about that.
:): No matter- I’ll just fetch my handy half-god, half-monkey servant to get her back!
8O: You called?
8O: Right-ho.
[Hanuman rallies his army of primate minions]
8O: Hey you! Minions! Hmm. We’re going to have to build a bridge. Yes. A bridge. Minions, build a bridge from here to Sri Lanka!
[minions build a bridge, enter Sri Lanka, set the entire town alight, and fetch Sita]
[Sita walks through the fire. Rama, Sita, and Lakshmana return to Ayodhya. A few years pass]
:): Listen, honey… some of the citizens are mumbling things about what you might have done with Ravana… I’m afraid I’m going to have to exile you so I can retain my throne. Don’t worry, we can still be friends.
[Sita returns to the forest and brings up Rama’s three sons with the help of a conveniently located guru. Eight years later, Rama chances upon them while hunting]
This is best summed up in the song from the excellent movie Sita Sings the Blues:
Rama’s great, Rama’s good, Rama does what Rama should, Rama’s just, Rama’s right, Rama is a guiding light.
Perfect man, perfect son, Rama’s loved by everyone, always right, never wrong, we praise Rama in this song!
Sing his love, sing his praise, Rama set his wife ablaze, got her home, kicked her out, to allay his people’s doubt.
Rama’s wise, Rama’s just, Rama does what Rama must, duty first, Sita last, Rama’s reign is unsurpassed.
Sorry… I just got a phone call from my grandparents detailing the treasons I committed by turning Unitarian… Gah.
I saw that movie. Sita has the patience of a goddess.
The GAPAs meet the Beatles, Part III
You cursed on MB
BANHAMMER
I guess that SSSS was too dark and edgy. I must admit, it frightened me.
Alas, there’s no thread for Putrid Psychotic Psmiley Pstories.
High school band.
:all smileys: BAH BAH BAHHHH!!!!
:all smileys: BAHH BAH BAHHHH!
:all smileys: Do your job!
This continues until two-thirty.
Today’s band session.
)
( I realize it’s somewhat irksome to read these long posts but I like writing them
:all smileys: =>
FLEXATONE. Yes! I had been trying to remember what that thing was called for a month! I love flexatones. We used one in the haunted woods scene of Wizard of Oz and the boy who got to play it always had the most adorably ecstatic smile whenever he played it. Picture a six-year-old in the world’s largest toystore.
That’s adorable.
That’s from “Victory of the Daleks,” Dr. Who, Season 5.
Emma!
The Adventures of :), the Nicest Smiley Ever
BASED ON A TRUE STORY
Many years later, Brian had a daughter, who later became the MuseBlogger known as Ducky.
Hahahaha. *likes*
I’m literally laughing out loud, which is a nice distraction from studying for my English final.
Loosely Based on a Fruitful Source of Inspiration ( My Life )
Which one are you?
*
and 
watch CNN*
In these wee hours of the night, thousands of demonstrators are still congregating in the Cairo square. They don’t trust Mubarak. They want him out NOW.
Meanwhile the king of Lebanon has ousted the prime minister, but this is the very thing the people are protesting against!
Obama is on the phone with Mubarak, and we are waiting for him to come out and make a speech. There’s a lot of pressure and tension from every side…I’m not sure what he can say to ease this highly volatile situation.
Gee! I hope he says the right thing!
Yeah! Or we’ll all blow up! Whee!
Zzzz…
Wake up! The doors open!
People of Egypt, people of Lebanon, people of the United States, people of all democratic and about-to-be democratic nations, I have one thing to say…
*camera fixate on empty podium* *hours pass*
*Mr. Obama steps out*
*world holds breath*
Largo al factotum della città .
Presto a bottega, ché l’alba è già .
Ah, che bel vivere, che bel piacere
per un barbiere di qualità !
Ah, bravo Figaro!
Bravo, brayissimo;
fortunatissimo per verità !
Pronto a far tutto,
la notte e il giorno
sempre d’intorno,
in giro sta.
Miglior cuccagna per un barbiere,
vita più nobile, no, non si dà .
Rasori e pettini, lancette e forbici,
al mio comando tutto qui sta.
V’è la risorsa, poi, del mestiere
colla donnetta col cavaliere
Ah, che bel vivere, che bel piacere
per un barbiere di qualità !
Tutti mi chiedono, tutti mi vogliono,
donne, ragazzi, vecchi, fanciulle:
Qua la parrucca. Presto la barba
Qua la sanguigna. Presto il biglietto
Figaro … Figaro
Son qua, son qua.
Figaro… Figaro…
Eccomi qua.
Ahimè, che furia!
Ahimè, che folla!
Una alla volta, per carità !
Figaro su, Figaro giù
Pronto prontissimo son come il fulmine:
sono il factotum della città .
Ah, bravo Figaro!
Bravo, bravissimo;
a te fortuna non mancherà !
(Protesters)
(Mubarak)
(Kim Jong Il) 8) WOW! I didn’t know he could sing such good Italian! South Korea, let’s make peace.
(European Leaders)
(Iran) *stops manufacturing nukes, instead manufactures carnations and candy*
(Putin)
(China Government)
*Netanyahu and Bin Laden hold hands*
(Hugo Chávez, Fidel Castro, various other Hispanic leaders)
*general peace and happiness all over Earth*
…
Crowning Moment Of Heartwarming until the end!
If only…
21- Did I say the king of Lebanon? I meant Jordan. X(
The Continuing Adventures of The Great Adventuress
:lol:YAHHHH! I wanna sled!
*RATTLE*
That was a really lame story. I’ll have to write a better one later.
Another Day At Muse Academy
Yes, students. We are playing another word game today.
Oh, really? What is it this time!
Uh… I can’t tell you. You need to figure it out for yourselves
Failing at finding the pattern, we are.
Oh, since when are you Yoda?
Umm, students? You’ve actually been following the pattern this whole time.
No, we’ve just been speaking normally.
Drat. It’s easier to follow than I thought.
The pattern isn’t that hard to spot, if you listen to what you say.
Hey, we’re doing our best. It’s just there are these long pauses where nobody says anything.
Eh… well, those are part of the pattern. Look, here comes one now.
Pah! You just made that long pause on purpose to make us think there’s a pattern!
And you’re suggesting there isn’t one?
Take your time in figuring it out. I’m sure you’ll find it eventually
Teacher, you’re lying to us. There isn’t a pattern!
Eh… yes, there is. You obviously can’t see it.
RAWR. If there’s any more talk about the obviously fake pattern, then I’ll kill somebody.
No homicide in my classroom.
…
…
…
They couldn’t fin the pattern. Can you?
8) Oh, you’ll figure it out eventually
8) No, that would ruin the fun
8) How can you learn if you don’t try?
8) Oh no! You will not do that in my classroom. Only in World Domination class
8) Uh oh young… bunny, you’ll go to the principal if you don’t stop!
8) Now you get it!
8) You poor students, doomed to be forever not finding it.
…
I’m so bad at those.
Hey GAPAs, why did the blog just allow me to pie my own comment?
Beats me. Did you give it a winsome smile?
*tries doing that*
I don’t get the joke, though.
Our friends are all on a cruise ship getting breakfast
…
later at lunch
…
…
later at dinner
…
I have pied exactly 2 of my own comments. *feel the awesomeness*
Anyway… Mesfyel, my awesome insane character wi/ powers, meets an HPB. Oh dear. *takes out inflatable table and hides under*
So!
(magic portal thingy opens up randomly, then starts speaking)
MPT: YOU HAVE BEEN CHOSEN TO VISIT MUSEBLOG!!
*In MuseBlog!*
~THE END~
Princess_Magnolia: The computer won’t let me pie your post. Did the Universe (or the blog, same thing) feel the urge to correct its wrongdoing by not letting others pie your posts?!
Maybe – scary thought.
??? *ispied*
I am unable. To pie. Your post. YET AGAIN.
It’s the thought that counts.
Band, Day 1.
BZZT
Band, Day 2.
Band, Day 3.
:all smileys: *play*
You mean on this thread, right? You didn’t, by any chance, go and find every post you’ve ever made and pie it? Because that would be very time-consuming…
No, I didn’t.
My random musings, YES ABOUT POKEMON, SHUT UP, as personified by my characters here:
, aka Dextram, 
, aka Serena, 
, aka Random Psyduck, and finally, 
aka Michael.
is half-Deoxys, 
is half-Scizor, and her brother 
is half-Scyther. THESE ARE COPYRIGHTED BY ME, DON’T TAKE THEM, OR I WILL CRY. *cough* I mean.
Ceramics
Five minutes later
The hallway
Biology
Band
:all smileys: *play* Partyin’, partyin’, YEAH! Partyin’, partyin’, YEAH!
This song is everywhere.
They do this at my school, too. I hate it.
*
Space Nerdity + Nightmare Retardant = This SSSS
*phone rings*
A comic I wrote:
I had an awesome dream last night.
Do tell.
I was standing in a dark flat void. Completely empty – but not for long. Brilliant cubes of raw matter came plummeting from the sky! Each bright block had infinite potential, but it was my duty to twist and shape them into place. I built towers and bridges, endless patterns of color and shape! The cubes came down faster and faster, but I showed no fear. I was the architect and the master of this brave new world!
So … you fell asleep playing Tetris again?
I was almost on Level 8, too …
39-
That’s awesome!
Last Weekend:
*Some Time Later*
*Thirty Minutes Later*
*Some Time Later*
(This never happened, but it could.)
Needless To Say, I Was Fired:
SGS: I SHALL DEFEAT YOU!
SGS: —>
On the Recent Comments Thread, Bibliophile posted: “I hereby decree that anyone who insults tardigrades must abandon their firstborn child on a bed of moss.” Subsequently, on the Quotations thread, she posted that if one had no firstborn, “Then you’d have to abandon another family member. And no, you wouldn’t get to choose which.” Leading me to…
***
The Land Where Everybody Worshipped Tardigrades
I LOVE my French teacher.
Phlegm. That whole comment reminds me of Phlegm.
(enter
(enter
(enter
POW!
PE class (most people are passing lacrosse balls to each other)
(Me) Did you watch Doctor Who on the weekend?
(Classmate #1) Yes. It was awesome! Wait until you see that episode.
(Classmate #2) Oh, yes. Doctor Who.
(Me) Oh! You watch it too!
(Classmate #2) Yes, but I’m more of a casual watcher.
(Me) Awesome!
(Classmate #1) Do you want me to tell you what happens in that episode as you probably won’t watch it?
(Classmate #2) Okay.
(Me) Wait, is the one where you find out who River Song is?
(Classmate #1) Yep, so you’d better block your ears.
(Me) *flees*
*gets to that group by walking in an arc for no apparent reason, trying to avoid #1 and #2*
LATER:
(Me) Seriously? I was so worried about having a Doctor Who episode spoiled that it didn’t even cross my mind that I might look like a total idiot? AWESOME.
Things You Should Never Do #4729:
(J. K. Rowling) I’m going to hold a book signing tomorrow at Borders!
(Stephanie Meyer) I’m going to hold a book signing tomorrow at Borders!
(Elsewhere)
*everything proceeds to explode*
Nazis? I knew it!
:evil:The VAMPIRE used BITE!
Sorry, that would be “get it” not “do it”.
This was a conversation between me and Tuba. I think he “likes” me… *facepalm*
*facepalm* That should be “read it” not “get it.”
*:D enters*
I only get brochures from things I already went to.
I wasn’t sure whether to post this here or the DH2 thread.
(JK Rowling, as a producer of the movie) 
All the other producers and directors 
Voldemort/whoever plays him 
Harry/Daniel Radcliffe
[WARNING: MAY CONTAIN SPOILERS ABOUT THE DH2 MOVIE]
The Story of how the “Let’s finish this the way we started” scene got put into the DH2 movie!
Characters:
(at the filming of DH2)
Well, it’s my break; I’m going to go get some coffee.
Sure!
leaves)
Quick, we haven’t got much time. (writes scene into script) Okay, let’s film it! Action!
Let’s finish this the way we started it- together! (jumps off into green screen with 
)
Hmm, it’s kind of hot for coffee. I think I’ll go get some gelato.
And… cut! Quick, let’s do the animations before she gets back. Ooh, do the thing with the black smoke! Go record the voices! Okay, it’s all done.
(enters set) Look, hazelnut gelato!! So how’s the movie going?
(
Awkward Situation #78149:
I hate Twilight! It’s the worst book ever!
Actually, I love Twilight.
OH UM YEAH I LOVE IT TOO
UM
IT WAS A JOKE WHEN I SAID I DIDN’T LIKE IT
WASN’T IT FUNNY HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA
UM
HASN’T THE WEATHER BEEN NICE LATELY
Why This Thread Is Dead
The thread is still dead … I wonder what we did wrong?
We should do something really awesome to bring people back! Like more senseless violence!
Violence … is … awesome?
Fava beans are awesome.
And that’s relevant because …?
Come on guys, standing around talking isn’t going to revive the thread. Let’s start ripping off heads!
Let’s eat fava beans.
No, violence is better!
Fava beans!
Violence!
Fava beans!
Violence!
Fava beans!
*sigh*
8) (Obi-Wan Kenobi): I kill Sith Lords!
A wild
has appeared!
Oh good, this story will finally have some interesting violence.
Hi Mr. Bunny! Do you have any fava beans?
Um, guys? Maybe we should run?
BUNNIFY BUNNIFY BUNNIFY BUNNI-
I’ll save you! *charges heroically at 
*
Wait, where did that guy just –
Die, foul beast! *is messily devoured*
Well, I’m full now. *leaves*
Don’t worry guys, I videotaped the horrific demise of 
, so now we can watch it as many times as we want!
While eating fava beans?
… sure.
YAY!
I’m still not sure who Kokopelli even IS and that made me LOL.
…
“Kokopelli is the Muse of Tunes and Tricks. Originally from Arizona, he keeps life in Kokonino County interesting with hisflute and wicked pie-throwing arm*. He can be found playing with his dog, Devil, or wherever the action is.”
*Okay, technically, it’s 1D (we think) and therefore tiny, but it works really well. Besides, can you imagine what an unculus version would look like? The good news is, you don’t have to! There’s a picture in Muse Volume 7, Number 2. “Tiny head, except for an enlarged SCHEME CENTER and a huge pie-throwing arm!”
Reading this thread, I found one of Princess_Magnolia’s band stories. I was INSPIRED! (this actually did happen in my band)
Okay, the hut of Baba Yaga! One, two, ready, and!
(trombones and baritones) Bum bum! Bumbum bum! Bum deedum! Bum bum deedum deedum!
No no no! Put more air through the horn. Now :roll:’s sister, I went up to the high school, and wow, I did not know you came from such a long line of brass players! So :roll:’s sister, she put so much air through that marching baritone, I was literally in pain! And then all the baritone players started aiming their bells at me while they were playing, and it was like this physical wall of sound! And I would move across the auditorium to get away from the sound, and they would follow me with their bells! Anyway. Play louder.
Bum bum! Bumbum bum! Bum deedum! Bumbum deedum deedum!
Louder! Louder! Hmm, I could get the bari sax to play cue notes!
BUM BUM! BUMBUM BUM! BUM DEEDUM! BUMBUM DEEDUM DEEDUM!
Oh, that’s better. Never mind, bari sax player.
Bum bum! Bumbum bum! Bum deedum! Bumbum deedum deedum!
No, trombones, you have it all wrong! You have to make it louder and articulated!
Bum bum! Bumbum bum! Bum deedum! Bumbum deedum deedum!
(tenor saxophonist) :mrgreen:, I could play cue notes here to help out the trombones!
NO! What? No cue notes! We don’t need no tenor saxes! No! You don’t need to play for us! We can play perfectly well, thank you very much!
One, two, three, four!
Hmmph! BUM BUM! BUMBUM BUM! BUM DEEDUM! BUMBUM DEEDUM DEEDUM!
*FLASHBACK*
*END FLASHBACK*
That’s ridiculous. HPBs have long since evolved from having emotions. They get in the way of world domination.
Genetic Memories.
Actually, they don’t. Have you heard of Elliot? He had brain damage, and his intellect wasn’t affected, but he lost many of his emotions. He could never have came anywhere near world domination. He’d spend hours trying to figure out whether to use the red pen or the blue, because he’d no preference; imagine if he had to plot something like that!
((Warning to all: this will waste about a minute of your life. )) ((But isn’t that what this thread’s for?))
8) (Harry Potter) Is this where Azkaban ended up?
8) You know, I never really left.
Why I Wouldn’t Actually Survive The Bunny Apocalypse
We have caught you, biped. There is no escape. BUNNIFY BUNNIFY BUNNI-
Would all of you just shut up?
?
Because I! Am! TALKING!
…
Look at me, standing here with no plans, no backup, no weapons worth cake. And yet you’re scared. Why? Because I’m a Resistance member.
*begin to confer quietly among themselves*
Time after time we’ve survived your invasions, defeated your armies. So before you attack, remember who I am. Remember every dark day we’ve ever stopped you. And then –
Look, the TARDIS!
WaitWhatWHERE?
*eat*
The Adventures Of Logic Man
My life goal is to live in a yellow submarine, on a river with tangerine trees and marmalade skies and walruses, in the USSR!
Well, that would be difficult to do. For one thing, submarines are expensive, and living in one would most likely be unpleasant, as they are small and cramped with limited air. And walruses live in the Arctic Circle, so if you don’t want the river to be frozen over you’ll have to transport several large, sharp-tusked animals to a warmer location where they will be unhappy. Additionally, the Soviet Union no longer exists, so visiting it would require either time travel, or convincing the Russian government to reconquer its neighboring countries. On the whole, this seems to be an unrealistic plan that would require a tremendous amount of time and effort and probably isn’t worth it. I suggest you find a new life goal.
I-it was a Beatles joke … *runs off crying*
You forgot the fact that Earth’s sky just isn’t made of marmalade. Even manufacturing enough to fill it would choke you, so you wouldn’t be able to live under those circumstances, and you couldn’t wear a diving helmet because you’d have nowhere to get the air from. The only options would be to either find a planet with a marmalade sky on which humans can survive or fill the moon’s or Mars’ sky with marmalade and wear space suits there, which would mean you would also have to create a river there and convince Russia to conquer at least that part of it and call it the USSR, which could end up starting another cold war, although it at least wouldn’t involve time travel. However, I believe there is an international agreement that no country can own land outside Earth, so you would have to have that repealed as well.Would the marmalade on this marmalade-skied planet be burnt orange, by any chance?I do not advise this. I have already stated that it would be difficult to find enough marmalade to fill even the smallest of planetary skies (or even the sky of the moon, discussion of which I am excluding here because it is not a planet and therefore entirely lacks planetary skies, marmalade-filled or otherwise–in fact, it does not even have planetary skies with the mere potential to be filled with marmalade of any color or state of matter). The masses of solids become difficult to contain when they have been recently burnt, so you would need to take that into account and obtain extra marmalade, and finding an amount suitable to burn and then fill a planet’s skies with is nearly impossible; such an amount probably does not exist and wouldbe very expensive to buy and laborious and expensive to make. Besides, even if you did burn this marmalade, you would have to burn it in a complicated manner involving numerous chemical processes in order to ensure that the burning would render it orange. Even after you did that, it would be difficult to find tangerines in tall trees if their hue is too similar to that of the sky, so if you want to eat the tangerines–and it is highly probable that you do; studies have shown that this is by far the most popular human use of tangerine trees and thus the most likely reason to want them, to say nothing of the fact that even if you are not planning to eat said tangerines, you might still wish to be able to discern them with your eyes for a variety of reasons–you would not only need to take care to burn it in such a way that it becomes orange but in such a way that it becomes a different hue of said color than most of your tangerines. Alternatively, you could contain the trees inside a greenhouse, but then there would be room for only a few; trees compete for light and do not grow well when placed too close together.This happened in church on Sunday, when Father Brian was giving the children’s sermon.
As you can imagine, the whole congregation burst out laughing. I think Father Brian meant “soul”.
RageSSSSs!
= happy or ^^ face
= trollface
= NO. face
= realization face
= triumphant or “Close Enough” face
= “Forever Alone” face
= confusion face
HOW TO GET INFINITE MONEYS
Step 1
Don’t mind me, I’m just making an account
Open a deposit account
(you)
Step 2
Why you no come to bank?
Wait a few years
(bank person)
Step 3
GIVE ME ALL MY MONEYS
Okay!
The little moneys you put in the account will have gotten bigger! Get them!
(you)
(bank person)
Step 4
*steals tiem machine*
Travel back in time at the speed of light
:surprise: I am Einstein and this is soooo cool
(you)
Step 5
Don’t I know you?
No
Put money in the same account!
(bank person)
(you)
Step 6
Repeat steps 3-5 as much as you want
because you took all the moneys from the bank in step 3, then the money at step 3 must equal the money at step 5! The only thing that when you add it to itself you get itself is infinity!!!!!
You now have infinite moneys!!!
:rage: caaaaaaakkkkkkeeeeee……
Get ALL the moneys!
All of them!
There are no moneys for anyone else to get.
Is “angry”, not “rage”. Also, “shock”, not “surprise”.
And Enc? That was awesome. Just replace “Time machine” and “Einstein” with “TARDIS” and “Doctor”, respectively.
Oh, have you started watching it yet?
to represent the Doctor? He travels in time a lot; I imagined he’d get used to it after a while.
(On the RC bar I thought this said ‘monkeys’. Much confusion ensued.)
Also, would you really use the emoticon
I think the Doctor would be
My emoticon-fu is weak.
Me
Me :confused: Okay… Hi. Just don’t be annoying.
Me :angry: *strides to wardrobe**opens door**seizes lightsaber**turns on*
Me
Me
Me
Me
Me:
I wonder if Holiday Bloodbaths would help revive this thread? You write a long, senselessly violent SSSS with something of a plot that’s related to the current holiday. The nearest one is … Valentine’s Day?
aAAAAAaaa IT’S LIKE LOOKING INTO A MIRROR AND CHANTING “REBECCA BLACK”
I sort-of guessed where this was going when I saw it in the RC bar.
My reaction to different things:
Eat my food:
Okay
Okay
Okay
Okay
Okay
Okay
Okay
Okay
YOU HAVE THREE SECONDS TO RUN
Block my internet:
Sit in my spot on the couch:
Take my love:
Take my land:
Cancel Firefly:
Cut NASA’s funding:
Ignore me when I talk:
Insult Harry Potter:
OH OH! ME AND MY FRIEND DO THIS A LOT IN EMAIL!!!
once a man named mr green
who liked to eat pie
got into a food fight with his friend Jake
in the middle of it a giant pink bunny came out of nowhere!
and scared everyone away.
Mario Party Abridged:
~Fin~
ME TOO ME TOO ME TOO!!! YOU HAVE SCARED ME INTO
oh no! the 
are taking over my 
post!! 
!!! N 
!!!! HELP 
ME! 
*static* *muffled screams* *dramatic 
flair*
oh i mean NOOO!!!