h2g2 The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy: Earth Edition

I might well drop in there over the weekend!
Goodnight, chums!

OK. breath deeply... that's right now slowly put down the gun and relax. Did I touch a nerve or was I imagining it.

Just wondered what was going on thats all. Sob Sob..
So no more moderator jokes fair enough. (shrugs and frowns) Tell me something interesting. What have you come to chat about then? (I dont mean to sound harsh I'm just not a very subtle typer)

'nite PF!

ab, you mustn't give away my special s ... you make me feel so cheap ...

Trust me Hazel ... subtlety is the last thing you're going to find around here!

Please excuse my use of the "T" word, it's just for Hazel ...

Okay, here's the scoop: We are members of Clan Thingite. We are demanding that Thursdays (being as awful as they are), should be renamed "Thing". That's about all it deserves, after all.

We've expanded our campaign to include the rest of the days of the week, which are - in order: Sodit, Wimpy, Wibble, Thing, Poets, Doobry and Dontbry.

We are currently digging a tunnel to the Towers, after which we will force "The Powers That Be" (TPTB) to concede to our demands, or else we'll ... um ... I don't think we've quite worked that out yet ...

Get it?

OH, why the spork can't I just be gay, my life could be sooo easy, i'm not *giving* Hazel my special prezzy, just a lend! You

I'm a silly pumpkin?

Oh, come on, ab! Count yourself lucky! If you weren't so gosh-darned adorable, I would have killed you by now!

Ouch! Broken

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you are so cute SheaI hope you win the lotto this weekend!
::concern::
I was going to lay my fevered brow on the settee but can't till I know why your
ab

See how cute you are?

I'm not - the in the post up there had a space in it, and it was broken into 2 lines on my monitor.

Go rest your stuffed little head. Good night!

::happy::

Shall I compare thee to a summer's day?
Thou art more lovely and more temperate.
ab(shocking flirt, hopeless romantic, will quote WS at drop of pin)
nite princess

Good night ... feel better!

*wanders around the camp*

I'm lost. I'm lost... I'm lost...

*plucks on her guitar... hums a few notes*

I'm going back to bed...

G'night everyone...

Fine! Be that way!

Hi, Amy!

Hello all. ::Drops a pin::

I heard that!

*resumes digging and grumbling*

You know, this is just typical ... they all go their merry ways to Lily White's birthday party and leave me in the lurch ... fine!

*keeps digging, hears whinnying*

This horse is driving me crazy!

*tries to lead horse to water*

Drink already! You won't? Fine!

*leaves horse, and returns to grumbling and digging*

::scratches his head:: Oh okay.

That's okay, I've been here since the beginning and I, too, am completely confused.

Why are we digging a hole, again??

Not willing to wade through the backlog oh High Priestess? We only started digging yesterday ... about 5 LEDs ago ...

Our Minister of Defence has decided that our best course of action at this time is to dig our way to "the Towers" from the Strand Underpass. It may take awhile because we really only have our sporks to dig with ...

You wouldn't have any mystical tunneling spell hidden up your sleeve, would you?

Well, I have returned (more or less) from my sick leave, and have rejoined the ranks of the thingites slightly ready and barely able to help with the digging. Let us see what I have stashed in the armoury in the way of mining equipment. Hmm... C4... Small Nuclear Devices... Semi Automatic Rifles... Rubber Chicken. AHA! ::: puts the rubber chicken in a pile with itself, then resumes looking.
Bulldozer... Deck of Cards... I think that's it. ::: piles the various pieces of equipment into the Dozer's bin, and places the rubber chicken in the cabin ::: There we go ::: Drives the bulldozer to the Strand Underpass ::: Just remember Shea, any problems you encounter can be solved with liberal application of the C4 charges.