Stupid Senseless Smiley Stories, v. 2011
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Date: January 1, 2011
Categories: Random craziness
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Date: January 1, 2011
Categories: Random craziness
Another Day at Muse Academy
Good morning, Musers. Boy, that question class / was harder than it sounded, wasn’t it? / Thank heavens we can leave it all behind / and try another exercise today.
Another exercise?!
Don’t be alarmed. / You’ll probably survive. Most students do. / Now, who can tell me what an “iamb” is?
A kind of meter used in poetry.
Good! More precisely, it’s a metric beat: / Two syllables, unstressed and stressed: ta-DAH. / String five of them together, and you get…?
Pentameter?
Precisely.
OMG! / He’s going to make us speak pentameter!
I’m sorry. I can’t do that.
Sure you can. /
I can’t. I’ve got some kind of mental block. / Poetic meters don’t make sense to me. / I count the beats, but I can’t hear them.
But– /
“See, I’m count-ing syl-lab-les. Eight, nine, ten.”
That isn’t how it works–
What’s wrong with it? / “See, I’M. Count-ING. Syl-LAB. Les EIGHT. Nine TEN.” /
You can’t just force–
I get it! Let me try! / “Counting the syllables, isn’t this fun?” /
No, those were dactyls. If you’d just relax–
Relax? How can we? It’s unnatural.
This isn’t, like, a sonnet or a play.
Nobody talks in iambs in real life.
And if you make us try, we’ll just shut up.
*They do. The clock ticks. Awkward silence reigns.*
Does anybody miss the question game?
Yes, that was cool. I mean, “How cool was that?”
Why can’t we just ask questions all year long?
Why not? Why not? Why not? Why not? Why not?
(*sigh* Why did I get out of bed today?)
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?
Yay new thread!
I really like the look of…
Pink, yellow, and green.
Pink
Yellow
And green.
This reminds me of a joke.
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!
Wow! POSOC just typed an entire post with his eyes closed!
:rol: That’s nothing. Enc posts with his eyes closed all the time.
But POSOC has essentially no errors in his post!
So? Enc’s typing this with his eyes closed, and there are very few errors.
Yeah, but… Beleeeeehhhhh!
Oh, taking the cChewbacca defense, are we? Hah.
ANd anyway, Enc opened his eyes a few times.
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!
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*
WHIZZZZZZZZZ – clank.
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.
RC: Look, fellowmen! The Beatles have finished their show and are walking towards us!
Fans backstage: YEAH! BEATLES! YEAH!
RL: I believe they have noticed us!
RS: They’re coming ever closer!
Paul: Hello there!
Why, hello!
You know, we’ve seen some strange people backstage, but you four take the cake!
John: Spectacular clothing.
RC: Thank you. It’s, uh…vintage.
George: What’s that standing behind you?
P: …Our car.
Ringo: You brought your car backstage? Blimey, I’d like to go in that car.
Will it get us out of here unseen?
Ah George, you’re no fun.
Shut up, Paul.
Just show us inside of the car.
P: I don’t think so…
Don’t be spoilsports. I’m getting in, anyway. *enters time machine*
*follow*
Ah, they don’t want to show you their silly car, let’s leave.
What a great car! It’s bigger than it seems.
RL: Well, it was nice to meet you, but we’ve got to be going!
*enter machine*
It’s like a party! *closes door*
No wait!
Whizzzzz!
To be continued
The ending of this reminds me rather of An Unearthly Child. Was that intentional?
Small fluffy things! *coddles*
What on earth are you doing?
Coddling small fluffy things!
….
Eh? What is it?
That’s a human brain.
Uh-huh!
…brains aren’t fluffy.
This one is!
That brain is moulding.
… *coddles*
Ewwwwwww.
[ WHAT. WAS THAT. I… I don’t even…]
That must hurt after a while.
It does.
Lolololol.
*cry*
I laugh at your misery.
You are a jerk.
Yup.
SWEET ALBINO WUNGS!
OMG WHAT.
BIG SCARY FLYING THINGS.
OH NOOOOOO.
*running around like headless chickens.
…that’s a human brain.
[…. *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.))
(RC) Thank you. It’s, uh, vintage.
You’re very clean, aren’t you? What do you say, lads — aren’t they clean?
Oh, ay, very clean.
Clean indeed.
Cleaner than we are.
*They snicker as at a private joke.*
And who might you be? Journalists?
(RS) No, we’re GAPAs.
Gappers? Do you fill them, then?
(RL) Excuse us?
You know, blank spots.
Shortfalls.
Undefended areas.
Places where teeth ought to be.
(PB) They’re talking about gaps, friends. Don’t forget that I share an idiom with these young troubadors, although their repertoire is a few centuries removed from my own realm of expertise. No, we’re not gappuhs.
(RS) It stands for something.
Well, that’s good, isn’t it? Everyone should stand for something.
I stand for old ladies on the tram.
You wouldn’t stand me a drink in the pub the other night.
You were past the point of standing, mate.
So, what’s that standing behind you? Bit of scenery for the next show?
…
((Of course, at that rate the story would never go anywhere. Just like their movies.))
I couldn’t remember Paul Baker’s last name.
Two word.
What now?
Fun game!
Two words…
Only two.
Jasmine tea?
oh, look!
Very nice.
*enters* Two word?
*also enters* ooh, fun!
a statue.
An angel.
Crying angel!
Stay away!
But why?
Danger danger!
Beware it!
Keep looking!
Irritating game!
Fear it!
Stop playing?
No, no!
Eyes! No!
Angel eyes?
please no…
keep looking!
It is scaring me.
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.
:): 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]
: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.
[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]
Sita, you have 30 days to decide whether to marry me or die.
: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?
Get her back!
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]
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.
[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.
You’re exiling me?! But I’m pregnant with your triplets!
The empire has to come first.
[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]
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!
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
We’re moving!
NOOOOOO!
What’s wrong, knackers? Where are we going?
Clank.
R’s: Paul! Where are we?
Damned if I know!
RL: No, him.
P: We’re back in the twenty-first century!
Where?
Hey, that’s catchy. We’re back…Back in the…Where?
RC: Er, Maryland.
We’re back in Maryland? Nah…
*opens door* *steps out*
RS: Where specifically are we? Are we in the United States?
P: Well, I’m not sure, as I never figured out where we landed in the sixties.
R’s: We’ll find out. Paul, stay with the machine.
Sorry, did you say something?
R’s: No.
RL: This looks kind of like an auction house.
RS: I agree. But why would they be auctioning off a white suit?
RC: And a TV covered with darts?
RL: And a banged-up drum?
What the hell? It’s our guitars! Where’d they get those?
Oh no!
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.
None of my comments have ever been pinked. That is now my goal.
High school band.
World percussion sucks.
Orchestra sucks.
Chorus sucks.
Stop making fun of chorus, Greg.
Flute section: *is large*
Trombone section: *is small*
Big Manly Senior: I hate the tuba. I want to play flute again.
Romanoff: Quiet! Everyone. Raging Thunder. One, two – Stop playing, Nathan!!!!
*stops playing*
Raging Thunder. One, two, one two.
:all smileys: BAH BAH BAHHHH!!!!
No, no, no! Trumpets, what are you doing?
Yeah, trumpets!
Trumpet section: It’s not our fault! Romanoff, stop yelling at us!
Our trumpet section is so great!
Okay, trumpets, BAH BAH BAHH.
BAHHH BAHH BAHHHH
No, no, no! Nathan, you try.
*plays correctly*
Listen to Nathan, trumpets. Okay, everyone-
#2 Gene: Mr. Romanoff!
What, Gene?
#2: I think it would be cool if we all stood up when we played the first notes.
#1: Yeah, Mr. Romanoff!
No. Okay, everyone, let’s try this again. One, two, one, two, ready, go.
:all smileys: BAHH BAH BAHHHH!
No! People! What did I say at the beginning of the year!
:all smileys: Do your job!
Yes! Do your job! BAH BAH BAHHH, trumpets. Low brass, BAH-BAH-BAH-BAHHH. One, two….
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 )
I bought gifts for all you guys! Clarinets: *holds up reeds*
Reeds!
*throws reeds to clarinets* Alto saxophone, tenor saxophone…
Yeah, brass!
#3: Our mouthpieces are all pretty!
This is the LAST free reed you’re all getting!…Percussion section, I didn’t forget you. Look, here are some special concert snare sticks. I spent a lot of money on these so they are MINE. Always put them back in the cabinet. And I bought one of these, they are usually used in Latin music…*pulls out thingamajig*
What is that?
That’s not used in Latin music.
It’s a flexatone! It’s very hard to play. I spent a half an hour yesterday learning to play it. So you hit it with a stick…
Flexatone: BOIIINNNG
:all smileys: => That’s so cool…
That’s not a good sound.
Boinnnnng!
There we go! We need it for “Snakes”. Who wants to play it?
MEMEMEME
How about Assad?
*plays flexatone*
Boinnnnng!
Very good!
THAT’S SO COOL
It looks like something out of the Grinch!
Romanoff, where’d you get that?
Hey, what’d you get the brass?
#3: New mouthpieces!
He got you guys love.
Ha ha..
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.
Dalek: WOULD. YOU. LIKE. SOME. TE-EA?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!/
Doctor: *begins yelling at Dalek and beating it with a wrench*
*rolling away* YOU. DO. NOT. REQUIRE. TEA.
That’s from “Victory of the Daleks,” Dr. Who, Season 5.
Emma!
The Adventures of :), the Nicest Smiley Ever
*sniffle*
Why are you crying, ?
Because no one likes me.
Oh, that’s not true! I like you!
But everyone else hates me because I can’t stop crying!
That’s silly. Let’s be friends.
I’m so happy…
Grrr.
Why do you look so angry, ?
Because everyone’s stupid.
It’s okay, we can solve your anger problems with love.
Whatever.
No, really! It’s all right, we’re all friends now.
Friends…
BASED ON A TRUE STORY
(new PE teacher) : So, we’re going to play soccer. *explains soccer* Who wants to be goalie?
: *raises hand*
: OK, you, Brian. *explains what the goalie does*
: Can I hit it like a volleyball? *does not wait for answer* *hits ball like a volleyball* *ball hits , who is looking the other way*
->
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 )
What are you looking so happy about?
Valentine’s Day. I just LOVE Valentine’s Day.
I hate that holiday. It’s so pointless. And everyone is like meh.
But you get candy. Also, you can wear pink! squeee
Ack! I hate wearing pink!
You can borrow my shirt from last year if you want.
NO!
I’ll give you candy.
Meh.
Which one are you?
and Nym is
* 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!
*camera fixate on empty podium* *hours pass*
Zzzz…
Wake up! The doors open!
*Mr. Obama steps out*
*world holds breath*
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…
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 !
+ Yaaaay!
(Protesters) That was wonderful!
(Mubarak) Beautiful…
(Kim Jong Il) 8) WOW! I didn’t know he could sing such good Italian! South Korea, let’s make peace.
(European Leaders) We like the United States now! We like everyone! *dance with each other around maypole*
(Iran) *stops manufacturing nukes, instead manufactures carnations and candy*
(Putin) Thank you Obama! Peace with America!
(China Government) We will treat all humans fairly and make peace with Taiwan, and give Tibetans their sovereignty!
*Netanyahu and Bin Laden hold hands*
(Hugo Chávez, Fidel Castro, various other Hispanic leaders) 8) We love everyone!
I love you, Mister Green.
I love you too, Razzie. *hugs*
*general peace and happiness all over Earth*
…
Echh! What a horrible nightmare! *shudders*
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
We join our heroine as she slogs through miles of frozen tundra! Cliffs of snow pile up on each side! The snow is up to her waist!
:lol:YAHHHH! I wanna sled!
Suddenly, a yeti appears and attaches itself to her! She comes to the foot of a mountain and hauls herself up with all her strength, slipping down occasionally. She can barely top the drifts.
It’s a small hill.
The yeti refuses to let go. Suddenly, she encounters a vicious troll…
That’s a totally ridiculous yeti.
I’m a baby yeti!
Finally she makes it to the top! She mounts her sled, the yeti clinging on…
No, I want to use the other sled.
She pushes off and – the yeti stops the sled.
LET GO, YETI!
-Hurtles down the mountain! AHHHHH!
*RATTLE*
Stupid fence.
Baby yeti.
Need help?
No. Just get me out of this fence.
I thought you were exploring.
Get me out of the stupid fence.
Fine. *pulls out*
We rejoin our great adventuress…
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?
Darn! I can’t figure it out
8) Oh, you’ll figure it out eventually
Well, I think you should just tell us what it is
8) No, that would ruin the fun
Tell us! Tell us!
8) How can you learn if you don’t try?
Even if we stand here all day we won’t figure it out!
Could you quiet down so I can concentrate on taking over the world!
8) Oh no! You will not do that in my classroom. Only in World Domination class
Little by little, my plan will succeed
8) Uh oh young… bunny, you’ll go to the principal if you don’t stop!
My oh my, I think I just figured it out
8) Now you get it!
8) You poor students, doomed to be forever not finding it.
Exellence should not be underestimated.
So, if we all are following the pattern…
…
Everybody is really taking this far too seriously.
No we’re not!
Can’t we have a little fun?!
ARGH! This is so frustrating!
Can’t you give us a hint? We’ll be here all afternoon.
Really? I think I get it.
Oh! Me, too! I feel so stupid.
Stupid is what these puzzle lessons are.
That’s not very nice. I think they’re fun.
I think they’re the most pointless things I’ve ever done in school.
Come on! Tell us what’s going on!
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
ooh, lets get toast!
No, the toast line is really long. Let’s get pancakes.
No that line is just a bit shorter. There is no line at waffles, so lets get waffles.
fine *grumbles*
…
later at lunch
…
Let’s get hot dogs!
No! That line is way too long like at breakfast! Let’s get hamburgers instead!
You guys do what you want, but I’m getting mac and cheese. There is no line for that.
…
later at dinner
…
Are we really gonna argue on what to get this time too? The choices are spaghetti, steak and potatoes, or salad.
I want spaghetti
but the line is too long! Let’s get steak!
REALLY?
Fine, lets just get salad because there is no line at the salad bar.
What about drinks? There is soda, water, and punch. The soda line is really long and the water line is sort of long.
what about the punch line?
There is no punch line!
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*
is Mesfyel. For rather obvious reasons. And is the HPB.
So!
I AM SO BORED TODAY…THERE’S NOTHING TO BLOW UP…
(magic portal thingy opens up randomly, then starts speaking)
MPT: YOU HAVE BEEN CHOSEN TO VISIT MUSEBLOG!!
What?! Does that imply that I’m a Chosen One?! How dare ye! (leaps into portal)
*In MuseBlog!*
What? Where am I? What are all you people doing with pies? And– HEY! What the heck is that BUNNY doing there?!?!
You love bunnies…You love bunnies…
Uh, no I don’t. I hate them.
*isconfused* Whut? *flips through HPB guidelines* How can she resist the mind control? I have to report this to my dictator!
You are stupid. *uses her headincinerator on the HPB*
AAAAAAAAAA– *dies*
GAH! The screaming!
(Mago Berry) What the– is that Mesfyel?! What in the name of Kokopelli are YOU doing here?!?!?!
(eyes get huge) Is…is that the Dictator Author?! I thought you lived on Earth!!!
I exist in multiple places at once!!
But that’s against the laws of physics!!!!!!! (is teleported back to where she came from)
*sniff* Aww, I wanted to blow up more bunnies.
~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.
Bonjour, les éleves!
Bonjour, madame.
Tout le monde a son badge? Ah. Margie! Autour du cou! Alors, aujourd’hui on va faire les lecture culturelles. Page cent trente-trois, tout le monde.
Marie Antoinette?
Zis ees ze one zat we keeled. Qui veut lire en anglais? Chloé.
*reads in English*
Alors, en francais. Ally.
Elizabeth vee–vigen-
Vigée.
Habite danz le-
Non! You are goeeng to die very young. Ahweel be very angry eef anyone does that again. Dans! No z sound! You ave to work on thees one.
Madame, I forgot my book.
Thees ees not good. Dans le salle quatre cent cinquante-cing il y a de livres sur le book cart. Do not forget to return eet. Ally, tu peux lire.
??? *ispied*
I am unable. To pie. Your post. YET AGAIN.
It’s the thought that counts.
Band, Day 1.
#2 ( sticks finger in amp )
BZZT
#2: Yiii!
GENE, WHAT ARE YOU DOING??
Band, Day 2.
So, no one’s here because of the Multicultural Fair. We’ve got a new piece today…
*texts Brenna*
#3: Look at you, texting in band!
Whatever.
*looks up* Hey, where’s Y’Quanna?
She was just here.
Band, Day 3.
Y’Quanna: Yesterday was so fun! Me and Walter skipped band and went to the Multicultural Fair. We snuck in with the culinary students.
Andrew, how’d you get that scrape on your arm? Wait, let me guess. You were running away from a dachshund and scraped your arm on a fence.
#3: It wasn’t a dachshund. It was a German shepherd. I was in a bar fight. I got the guy’s wallet. There was twenty dollars in it.
No, you’re lying to me.
#3: That’s irrelevant.
What really happened?
#3: Someone pushed me into a door.
“Raging Thunder”, everyone!
:all smileys: *play*
STOP! SAXOPHONES!!!!
It was my fault, Romanoff! My fault!
Play one by one! Ryan!!!
It was my fault!
One by one!! Ryan! Jason! Sam! Gene…Okay, let’s do Gene and Matt as a team.
Is it because they’re black?
It’s an F natural!!!
I have just pied all of my own posts.
Why would you do that?
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.
Have you ever noticed–
PSY-EYE-EYE.
Um.
Your eye? What about your eye?
I think he said something about the sky.
PSY-EYE-EYE.
Scy?
PSY.
This is rather confusing.
I’ll say.
Anyway, *cough* I was going to ask if you’ve ever noticed that a Scyther–
–or a half-Scyther?
Exactly! –sounds the same as a Psyduck.
PSY-DUCKDUCKDUCK.
Scyther scy?
See my point?
Sort of….hey! Michael, say ‘scy-eye’.
and Scy/Psy-eye?
SCYTHER SCYTHER SCYYY!!! *faints*
Um. That was sort of a…mispronunciation.
What does that mean in Scytherian, anyway?
… … …
Psy-eye-eye…
Ceramics
It’s Friday, Friday, Friday, oohh…Like Friday, Friday, Friday, nooo…
Shut up, Marvin!
Marvin, stop singing. No one wants to hear it.
Aw, Miss Chau!
Five minutes later
It’s Friday, Friday, gotta get down on Friday –
MISS CHAU! STOP!
The hallway
Yesterday was Thursday, Thursday, we we we so excited
Biology
And you have to finish the worksheet that you got in class.
Come on, Mr. M.
And since it’s Friday, guess what that means?
…IT’S FRIDAY, FRIDAY, GETTING DOWN ON FRIDAY, EVERYBODY’S LOOKING FORWARD TO THE –
NO! Science stories! I meant you have to find science stories!
Ms. Woods: *falls over laughing*
It’s like a flash mob!
Band
Guess what we’re playing today? “Friday”!
YES!
Ha ha! This is the best!
#2: NO! Romanoff, I refuse to play this song! There are people putting good songs on Youtube, like me, but everyone watches this song! *puts saxophone away*
Come on, Ryan!
The clarinets have a hard part, so we’ll play it slowly.
:all smileys: *play* Partyin’, partyin’, YEAH! Partyin’, partyin’, YEAH!
Fun, fun, fun, looking forward to the weekend!
This song is everywhere.
They do this at my school, too. I hate it.
I was going to write a SSSS, but I don’t have any inspiration. Anything I think of writing breaks the fourth wall, or at least paints it, and that feels so cliched to me right now and now this is turning into a monologue just like the one post 13 is referring to. I’ll probably break into a murderous rage because Enc wants to keep his reputation as a violent and disturbing SSSS writer, but he really doesn’t want to make something boring right now. It must be art! TRUE ART! It must be incomprehensible! It must be angsty!-
It certainly is that already.
It must be offensive (snip worthy, yet, GAPAs?) Tam jÄbÅ«t Ärvalstu! It needs to mean something, otherwise Enc will feel terrible and superficial! Oh, if only he could replicate the neo-dadaism of ibcf’s post 21, then Enc would be happy! But no, any attempt he makes goes off on pretentious author tracts, making it even less comprehensible. Oh, the humanity! THE HUMANITY! I weep for the uncreativeness of man’s heart, and the loss of brilliance, and for the true, wise friend ibcf. I LOVE BIG MEANING.
Stop it, you. You’re being even more pretentious and postmodern than ever. You’re putting in obscure languages! Literary references! Look at you, I thought this was going to be a rant, but no! It’s even worse than you were describing! You’re despicable, you know that, right? Most people probably won’t even read this far, it’s just a great big block of impenetrable text that goes on and on without going anywhere. Even now, I have rambled more than Enc ever does in real life.
ARE YOU CRITICISING ME? You just don’t understand it, you philistine!
* goes on a murderous rampage*
WHAT HAVE I DONE? I’m appealing to the people! I just ruined everything! And now I’m making it blaringly obvious in case my viewers are morons, even though I know they aren’t! NOOOOOO!!!!
*eats popcorn from the sidelines*
When you mouse over the little pie it says “Pie me!”
Wait…what?
Space Nerdity + Nightmare Retardant = This SSSS
“Listening to Jarre’s ‘Last Rondez-Vous (Ron’s Piece)’ So beautiful, so sad…”
“Yes. As long as a copy of this recording exists, Ron McNair’s spirit will live on.”
->
“Am I a horrible person if that reminds me of that movie, ‘The Ring’?”
*phone rings*
“Hello?”
“Seven daaaaayyyysss…”
->
“Oh cake.”
->
“… ’till the next launch! Don’t miss it!”
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:
(me): I had a nice, lazy morning sleeping in and reading in bed. Now I want to play a video game.
(the older of my two brothers): *looks up from computer* OK. *goes back to computer*
: Nobody’s playing the wii, so… I’ll play Baroque!
(the younger of my brothers): *looks up from DS* Cool! *puts DS into sleep mode and watches me play*
: …I will never understand why you like watching me play on the wii…
: *turns on game*
-> *plays* *rambles while playing*
*Some Time Later*
Can I play on the wii?
: OK. Just let me finish this level so I can save.
Can I play after him?
Sure.
OK. *goes back to computer*
-> : *saves and turns off game*
*inserts different game* *plays*
*Thirty Minutes Later*
: I’m done. *turns off game* *goes back to computer*
: Your turn, !
: *is engrossed in computer game* That’s OK. I don’t want to play after all.
: do you want to play?
: No thanks.
: Cool! *starts playing Baroque again* ->
*Some Time Later*
: *turns off game* ->
: *checks play log* WHOA! , you played Baroque for EIGHT HOURS TOTAL
-> -> : Seven hours and forty-six minutes, thank you very much!
(This never happened, but it could.)
Needless To Say, I Was Fired:
“And so, on the eve of this historic launch, let’s go to Kai to find out what the man on the street has to say.”
“Thank you, Bob.” *turns to bystander* “So, what’s your opinion of the space program?”
“How can they be wasting all of this money that we need for other things?”
“How can *you* be so dumb and so ugly?”
OMG!!!!! POST 42!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Ummm…so?
WHAT DO YOU MEAN?!?!?!?! IT’S NUMBER 42!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Ah…*begins to slowly edge away*
NOOO! COME BACK! YOU COULD MAKE HISTORY!!!!!!!!!!
um…how exactly?….
BY BEING IN POST 42!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
You do realize that there are HUNDEREDS of number-42 posts on MB, right?
Um…er…well…ah…
And this is only one of them, right?
Um…yeah…SO?!
Then you’ll agree that it’s nothing special.
HERETIC!!!!!!!! *grenade pies*
WE SHALL RULE THE UNIVERSE!!!
No you shan’t! I shall stop you!
Quit saying “shall”.
NO. I SHALL NOT.
Excuse me? Have you forgotten about us?!?!
I SHALL NOT FORGET! NOT AFTER YOU HAVE RAZED OUR CITIES AND BURNED OUR TOWERS OF CHEESECAKE!!!!!
Youuuuu saiiiiiid caaaaaaaakkkkeeeeeee….
SHUT UP! *eats*
How can multiple HPBs eat one eye-rolling smilie?
Just because we’re evil doesn’t mean we can’t share.
Uhrm…
—> SUPER GREEN SMILIE (aka SGS)
SGS: I SHALL DEFEAT YOU!
Are you adressing me? Or them?
SGS: —>
ALL OF YOU!!!!!
*die from lack of SHALL*
Hehehehehe!!!!!!!
That’s not EVIL enough…
Who says I’m evil?!
Um, your smilie…it’s an evilly grinning devil-horned being…
THAT WAS A RHETORICAL QUESTION. *kills *
(Mago Berry) Man, I hate those…
Wait, aren’t you me? From the beginning of this Story?
Why, yes, yes I am.
*dies of confusion*
Aw, I’m the only one left…
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
drags into a throne room, where sits on a throne.
*bows* All hail Our Lords the Tardigrades, and hail to her Ladyship, who is their prophet. Ess. Prophetess. Um.
Thank you, Bob, that will do. What is it?
Your ladyship! This man was disrespectful to Our Lords the Tardigrades! He confessed under torture to saying that as microscopic creatures they are unworthy of our worship!
You know the law. He must abandon his firstborn on a bed of moss as a sacrifice.
He doesn’t have any children.
Darn. Does he have any other relatives?
A second cousin somewhere, I think. Also, a sister!
Right. Our Lords the Tardigrades have spoken. They decree that, in lieu of a firstborn, he shall abandon his sister on a bed of moss as a sacrifice.
No! Not Mary!
Be silent, heretic.
-> No, you be silent. You can put this world under your tardigrade-loving thumb, and you can make us follow your ridiculous laws, but you can’t control my sister and me!
Heretical and rebellious. Abandon the second cousin on a bed of moss too.
-> Joe? Meh, I never really liked him that much anyway.
( Madame ) I want you to write five sentences useeng J’aime et Je n’aime pas.
*writes story*
( rest of class ) J’aime les pommes…je n’aime pas les pommes…j’aime les fraises…je n’aime pas les fraises…
*reads sentences* Tres bien, Sarah. Margie – NON, LE POULET ET UN MONSIEUR! =>
=>
J’aime les banane. No, you cannot say zat, because it has to be plooral – eef you say “I like banana” in Eenglish, zey will say “Banana who?”
J’aime le glace..
No, la glace is a nice lay-dee! You ‘ave to work on zees one.
I LOVE my French teacher.
Phlegm. That whole comment reminds me of Phlegm.
Strawberries.
(enter ) I’m sorry, but you’re going to have to leave.
What, me? Why?
We’ve received an anonymous tip about your illicit activities.
Is it because of the fresh fruit?! Who told you? Was it the pineapple?
WHERE?! WHERE?!
Nowhere, I was just saying pineapple!
You called?
AHHHH! *run away*
I’m sorry, but you’re going to have to leave.
But it wasn’t me! You can’t do this! Was it the vegetables? I’ll get them!
(enter ) Drop the gun!
The vegetables!
Yes, it is us! And where are the fillings?
I’ll never tell!
You know of the fillings?
(enter ) Freeze, minions!
Who’s THAT??
Did the vegetables send him?
I’ll bet it was the pineapple!
WHERE?! WHERE?!
Just came to let you know it’s two o’clock.
Lunch break?
NO! The time bomb should be going off!
It’s 2:01.
What? What happened? I was sure I fixed –
POW!
And they all made that one fatal mistake…Never noticing me, Chef Maitre of Le Cordon Bleu! So long, everyone! Always eat your colors!
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*
(Me) I bet I look really stupid, tossing a ball around on my own, and failing at catching it. I could go and talk to their group, but I might hear what #1 and #2 are saying.
*gets to that group by walking in an arc for no apparent reason, trying to avoid #1 and #2*
(Me) Hi.
Hi.
(Me) *forgets about #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.
Aragorn: Elendil! I am the heir of Isildur! Behold Anduril, Flame of the West, reforged from the shards of Narsil!
Boromir: Gondor!
Aragorn: OMG DID YOU SAY GONDOR?!
Aragorn & Bromir: Gondor Gondor Gondor Gondor
Eomir: Hey. Rohan is pretty chill, too. And we saved your butts at Minas Tirith.
Aragorn: Yeah, but Gondor is cooler than Rohan.
Elladan and Elrohir: What’s up?
Legolas: Oh hey Elves! How’s it going?
E&E: Um, we don’t really talk to those who are not Dunedain, even though you are the prince of Mirkwood, a fellow Elf, and have done many cool things with a bow and arrow.
Legolas: Oh…
Aragorn: Did you say Dundedain? I am Isildur’s heir!
Everyone: Yeah, we know. You told us.
Gimli: Galadriel is so pretty. And I have her hair!
Legolas: I think you and I are the only ones with sense in this group.
Gimli: Despite the fact that you’re an Elf.
Legolas: Get over it. Now I’m going to go do Elvish things like sing a song about the Nimrodel. I wonder how it’s going back home?
Aragorn: Minas Tirith is my home! I will be king, because I am Isildur’s–
Everyone: WE KNOW!!!!
Gandalf: Hey, I know I’m late. Saruman lost his beans so I’m the White Wizard now.
Everyone: Cool!
Gollum: Precious….must have the Precious…fish…Precious…fish…so juicy sweet!…we hates them…curse them…filthy hobbitses…they stole it from us…they did…the Precious…fish….sssss….sssss….
Everyone: Wait, where did this dude come from?
E&E: I don’t think he’s a Dunedain.
Precious…fish…
Sauron: Seriously, I’m just misunderstood
Everyone: Aaah it’s Sauron! Frodo, throw the Ring into Mt. Doom quick! Frodo? Where’s Frodo?
Frodo: You left me out of this story, fools.
Sam: You forgot me too!
Everyone: Oh yeah, sorry.
Gollum: The Precious!!!!!
I don’t know what I’m doing here.
Luthien and Beren: Wrong story.
Everyone: You guys are supposed to be dead.
Aragorn: They are my ancestors, and the ancestors of Isildur, whose heir I am!
Gollum: *eats fish* *eats Aragorn*
Gandalf: This is absurd.
Me: Yessiree it is.
Things You Should Never Do #4729:
(J. K. Rowling) I’m going to hold a book signing tomorrow at Borders!
(Elsewhere)
(Stephanie Meyer) I’m going to hold a book signing tomorrow at Borders!
Nobody posts here anymore!
But look! There was a post just three days ago!
It isn’t a traditional story, though! You know, a long rambling one where everyone gets zombified by bunnies at the end!
So are we gonna get zombified?
In all probability.
I refuse to believe that!
I like juuuiiiice!! *drools*
I think HE got zombified already.
Nah, he’s always that way. I think. You hardly ever see him around anymore, so I can’t be sure.
Well, you don’t need to be so sad about his abscence! If he hasn’t been here, that means everyone is too happy to be insulting anyone!
That’s not what it means. Have you seen how much angst there’s been on the Rants and Plaints thread?!
Don’t be such a pessimist! Greet life with a smile!
I can’t. Pessimism is in my DNA. I’m a Smileyus frownimus. Haven’t you noticed?
Well, I have noticed. But you are not just what your DNA says you are. Go forth and shape your own fate!
Okay, yeah, I think going forth sounds like a good idea right now, since there’s a herd of bunnies heading our way *sprints in opposite direction*
Don’t run away; they may be friendly.
Prepare to be bunnified, circular dandelion-hued beings!
I’M not dandelion hued!
That is of no consequence *bunnifies all*
*watches from a distance* ->
RUN
Run? Run where? Everything is happy!
RUN FOR
Mayor! I wanna be mayor of Can Town!
RUN FOR YOUR
Run from your fears! Everything is perfect! There is nothing to be afraid of in Can Town!
RUN FOR YOUR LIFE
He looked out and said to me run for your life!
*everything proceeds to explode*
All right, everybody! Attention! Gather ’round and take one of these, please.
What are they?
Rough shooting scripts for the new SSSS prequel.
Prequel? What are you talking about?
These threads have been stone-dead lately. So, to turn things around, we’re rebooting the franchise. We’re going to change a few characters, re-imagine your backstories, tighten up your motivation, and generally make everything cooler and more coherent.
Who says we need to be coherent?
Readers must have been wondering why we are the way we are. Now they’ll finally get to find out. That ought to bring ’em back around.
I thought we’ve always been this way.
Nothing has “always been this way.” There’s got to be a reason. Why are you green and stupid? Why is pink and nasty?
Why do you always wear sunglasses? Who put you in charge of everything?
Don’t be frivolous. I’m still not sure about ‘s origin. I think it must have something to do with Nazis…
But Nazis were, like, a gazillion years ago.
That’s why we’re setting the prequel in 1962. I call it “Smileys: First Class.” Now, , how good are you at exotic dancing?
Nazis? I knew it!
Coherent? You must be joking, Mr. Coontz!
A wild VAMPIRE appears!
:evil:The VAMPIRE used BITE!
It’s kind of effective.
What does Mr. Coontz do?
Mr. Coontz uses SCIENCE!
He blinded me with SCIENCE! SCIENCE!
It’s so effective that there are NO WORDS aside from these to describe it’s effectiveness!
The wild VAMPIRE is DEBUNKED!
*pointing accusing finger* It was… MR. COONTZ! On the SSSS thread! WITH SCIENCE!
Headphones are delicious.
This is kind of painful.
No way.
It huuuuuurts…
So basically I just ate your mother.
NOOOO.
With my big fat mouth.
So we’re going to have a showdown?
Totally.
All three of us?
Four!
Shut up, no one wants you here.
D:
Wait, didn’t he just break some kind of rule?
Wait, who the eff are you?
I’m an adorable drunk princess. And awesome. At least, AutoComplete tells me that. Otherwise, I have no character traits besides the fact that I am here and will eventually have my head cut off. But basically I’m just a bystander, someone to garner sympathy for all the innocent lives lost in this epic battle between you three.
Four!
Shut up.
D:
He did it again.
What?
I think what Going-to-die Jones-
That’s a nice name.
Be quiet, biped, for I am speaking. -is noting is the fact that Mr. Joe-
That’s me!
SHUT UP!
Quiet! -is using emoticons in his speech, even though-
Can we fight? I feel bloodlust coursing through my veins…
WILL YOU ALL JUST LET ME GRACE YOU WITH MY VOICE?!
…
Look, a kitty!
PHOOOOOOOOM
Oh, my head seems to be detached. What on earth was that sound he made?
-he is an emoticon himself. Oh, that’s the sound of him blowing up. This service doesn’t seem to provide what I find an adequate substitute for an explosion, so that was what it was rendered as.
I see. Now, let us fight!
Yes. We have dallied far too long.
Don’t mind me, I’ll just sit here bleeding…
Now, countdown: three, two-
Hey, you guys know you’ve been metagaming this entire time, right?
Oops! POP
… I’m going back to bed.
I JUST GOT A LETTER FROM BAND CAMP AND IT HAS THE BROCHURE AND INSTRUCTIONS AND LIST OF STUFF TO BRING AND EVERYTHING!!! YAY YAY YAY YAY YAY YAY YAY YAY YAY!!!
You went there last year. You’d have to be a loser to look at the list again. I got the letter too. My mom got a brochure, but I didn’t read it because I am way too cool and awesome and handsome.
Well, I just wanted to see it, because it’s all awesome and band-camp-y! And I wanted to see if anything changed, and I had forgotten where to check in. And there are four junior bands.
You forgot to check in? WOW, you’re dumb. You check in at (check in place). Who cares how many junior bands there are, I’m too cool to care. We’ll get in the same one since we go to the same school.
Well, I looked at the brochure because I wanted to see if anything had changed.
I am cool and awesomely handsome.
Well, something did change.
I notice you didn’t comment on how awesomely handsome I am.
Well, naturally I assumed it was sarcasm.
You’re just jealous.
Am not!
You know you are… Anyway, only a person like YOU would get a brochure to something you already went to.
Only a person like you would assume you were too cool to do it.
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 just think all these colors look cool together.
I wasn’t sure whether to post this here or the DH2 thread.
[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: (JK Rowling, as a producer of the movie) All the other producers and directors Voldemort/whoever plays him Harry/Daniel Radcliffe
(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?
= Harry
= Voldy
Let’s finish this the way we started it!
*hesitates* Where are we going to find a crib big enough?
Um. Good point. Uh…
Avada kedavra.
=> Cake.
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 is this thread dead?
Maybe some senseless violence would bring people back!
Indeed. *eats*
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*
This thread is dead! Let’s start a Thread Revival Project!
Reviving this thread sounds like a good idea!
Yes, but how will we do it?
Let’s just keep talking!
And then everyone will come here to tell us to shut up?
AND THEN THE THREAD WILL BE ALIVE!
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(Naruto guy): I kill rogue ninjas!
8) (Obi-Wan Kenobi): I kill Sith Lords!
(Harry Potter): I kill dark wizards!
(Edward): I sparkle…
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!
Hey, how many s does it take to change a lightbulb? Just one: it holds the bulb and lets the world turn around it!
Most amusing. *eats*
We must join with him, Gandalf. We must join with Kokopelli. It would be wise, my friend.
Tell me, old “friend”: when did Saruman the “Wise” take leave of his senses?!
–> EMBRACE THE PIE — OR YOUR OWN DESTRUCTION!!!
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!”
The word “smiley” reminds me of Miley Cyrus, and that makes me angry.
I’m sorry to hear that. *eats*
*likes Doctor Who, Portal, and space*
Nerd.
*eats*
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!
Hey bunny friend! What are we going to do toda – why are you approaching me with your fangs bared?
Foolish emoticon. For years you thought we were friends, when I have actually been plotting your demise!
…
BUNNFY BUNNIFY BUNNI –
*FLASHBACK*
Bunny friend! Let us frolic in the fields!
Yes, let’s! *frolic frolic*
Life is so carefree and innocent! I’m so glad to have a bunny friend who will never, for example, betray and devour me! *frolic frolic*
*END FLASHBACK*
I … I can’t do it …
… what?
WE WERE ONCE FRIENDS HOW HAVE THE CRUEL CIRCUMSTANCES OF THE WORLD DRIVEN US APART
…
WHY CAN’T WE GO BACK TO THOSE HAPPY CHILDHOOD DAYS WHEN WE WEREN’T ENEMIES *blubber*
Well, this is awkward. *goes off to get ice cream*
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?))
Hi!
*bored* Hello.
Are you raining on my happiness?
Crushing my joy?
Stomping on my foot?
Sure. *steps half-heartedly on toe*
–> Waaah! You’re so mean!
Are you being a Johnny Raincloud?
Naughty, naughty child. We shall have to send you to Azkaban
Give you to the dementors.
Whatever. I really don’t care.
(Voldemort) But it’s Azkaban! You have to care!
Get out! This is the wrong story!
But there’s Azkaban. And dementors. *wanders away, confused*
Anyway —
8) (Harry Potter) Is this where Azkaban ended up?
GO AWAY!!!
— I was saying that we need to get rid of you, :neutral:.
Bunnies! Bunnies for hire! Dispose of any unwanted persons with the best of the best!
How convenient!
Useful.
It’s caking helpful! *still sobbing*
Oh, you need a bunny?
Yes, please!
Okay! Accio HPB!
Here I am!
‘Kaythere’syourbunnybyebyenow!
*stands around with a blank look on ens face* Fava beans…
This is CAKE.
*perks up* Cake? I like cake.
8) You know, I never really left.
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHH!!!!!!!!!! *chases 8) away*
And I didn’t leave either.
I HATE YOU!!!!! *chases away*
I still have to get rid of
Hey, I’m leaving now.
OHNOYOUDON’T!!!!! *chases away*
Fava beans…
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.
Why are you wearing sunglasses?
I’m, like, fighting the system, dude.
How does wearing sunglasses help you fight the system?
It just does. Dawg.
Who says “dawg” anymore? No one!
You only say that because you’re part of the system, dawg.
You annoy me. *throws into an Aperture Science Emergency Intelligence Incinerator*
Help, I’m being repressed! Come see the violence inherent in the syst – *sizzle*
*come and see the violence inherent in the system* *push into Aperture Science Empergency Intelligence Incinerator*
This happened in church on Sunday, when Father Brian was giving the children’s sermon.
(Father Brian) And we have to make spiritual connections every day. We must make connections in our…*points to head*
(little kids) Brain!
And in our…*points to heart*
Heart!
And in our…*points to middle of chest*
Kidney!
As you can imagine, the whole congregation burst out laughing. I think Father Brian meant “soul”.
Dude, she just called you an Ood!
Oh CAKE no, hold my brain!
Dude, she just called you Australian!
Oh CAKE no, hold my iPod!
Wait, what does an iPod have to do with being Australian?
Nothing, it’s just what I was holding at the time.
I just thought since you’re Australian, that you would be holding a koala or something.
Dude, that’s so racist.
Dude, she just called you unassertive!
Oh … um, well … I guess that’s fine, really …
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
Open a deposit account
(you) Don’t mind me, I’m just making an account
Step 2
Wait a few years
(bank person) Why you no come to bank?
Step 3
The little moneys you put in the account will have gotten bigger! Get them!
(you) GIVE ME ALL MY MONEYS
(bank person) Okay!
Step 4
Travel back in time at the speed of light
:surprise: I am Einstein and this is soooo cool
(you) *steals tiem machine*
Step 5
Put money in the same account!
(bank person) Don’t I know you?
(you) No
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!!!
Problem, economy?
: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?
(On the RC bar I thought this said ‘monkeys’. Much confusion ensued.)
Also, would you really use the emoticon to represent the Doctor? He travels in time a lot; I imagined he’d get used to it after a while.
I think the Doctor would be
My emoticon-fu is weak.
Maths Lover! Hi!
Me Who the cake are you?
One of the more annoying voices in your head.
Me :confused: Okay… Hi. Just don’t be annoying.
Looking forward to school? Opportunities to be socially awkward? Stressful procrastination? Your life being eaten by assignments and homework…
Me :angry: *strides to wardrobe**opens door**seizes lightsaber**turns on*
You don’t even like Star Wars… Wait, is that your school uniform in there?
Me Yes! I tried it on and it fits! It even looks good!
What?
Me And before that, I decided on my hairstyle for the first day.
That’s… foolishy eager.
Me I even made a list of everything I’m packing!
Hmf, not special.
Me And here’s the list of what I doing and avoiding doing!
Okay. You’re excited about school. I knew you had issues.
Me: No, not excited.
You confuse me. You know what? I’m leaving. You’re too much effort to annoy.
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?
7 AM, waking up in the morning.
Gotta get fresh, gotta go downstairs.
Gotta have my bowl, gotta have cereal.
Seeing everything, the time is going.
Ticking on and on.
EVERYBODY’S RUSSIAN
Gotta get down to the bus stop.
Gotta catch my bus.
And I see my friends!
Kickin’ in the front seat.
Sittin’ in the back seat.
Gotta make my mind up, which seat do I take???
It’s Friday, Friday, gotta get down on Friday.
Everybody’s looking forward to the weekend.
Friday, Friday, gotta get down on Friday.
Everybody’s looking forward to the weekend.
Partying, partying!
YEAH!
Partying, partying!
YEAH!
Fun, fun, fun, fun.
Looking forward to the weekend!
WAAH I FEEL LIKE WE’RE SUMMONING THE DEVIL
aAAAAAaaa IT’S LIKE LOOKING INTO A MIRROR AND CHANTING “REBECCA BLACK”
Did you hear about that new planet NASA found that might have a liquid surface? It’s probably too close to its sun for complex life to evolve there, but the important thing is that there might be planets of similar composition nearby, that are in the habitable zone. Scientists think –
Dude, shut up about space. No one cares.
*rips off head*
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
Block my internet: Okay
Sit in my spot on the couch: Okay
Take my love: Okay
Take my land: Okay
Cancel Firefly: Okay
Cut NASA’s funding: Okay
Ignore me when I talk: Okay
Insult Harry Potter: YOU HAVE THREE SECONDS TO RUN
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:
DANGIT!!!
~Fin~
Stupid senseless six-word smiley stories!
What on earth do you mean?
Six words– the number of perfection!
Seven seems more perfect to me.
Six is such a great number!
I still don’t get the point!
Just wait, and you’ll catch on.
But it doesn’t make any sense!
*sigh* This is so hard. Why?
I love this game! So addicting!
What if I don’t use six?
Let’s not find that out, okay?
Hey! What’s up? How goes it?
Death! Destruction! The bunnies will rule!
This is the best SSSWSS ever.
Let’s see how BA is doing today… no new posts. Again.
The thread is dying. HA HA HA!!
Sorry?
You have failed, biped. You and your resistance have slacked off posting, right in middle of an invasion. According to the rule of forfeit, we HPBs automatically win and shall RULE THE WORLD!!!
Clearly not, for you only exist and act only through our writing. Therefore if we stop posting, you become frozen in time and nothing happens. It’s marvelous!
*head aches*
Furthermore, I personally never let a BA thread die without a proper send-off. So I’ll just wrap up the thread with us defeating you and leave it at that! Remember, foolish quadruped, that I, the writer, am truly in control!
*shudders* *bawls* *self destructs*
No wait wait wait! I’ll post!
ME TOO ME TOO ME TOO!!! YOU HAVE SCARED ME INTO oh no! the are taking over my post!! !!! N
oh i mean NOOO!!! !!!! HELP ME! *static* *muffled screams* *dramatic flair*