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#1 Guest_AlphaMonkey_*

Posted 24 October 2006 - 06:46 PM

Notebrains:

1. So now that our hero and his sidekick are back on friendly terms once again, it's time for a little silly fun. :twisted:

2. No. Really. Colleen is not a porn addict. :twisted:

3. She's really not! Leave the poor girl alone! :twisted:

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Quarantine Day Twenty-two
Entry Three


A lot of the other survivors in Woodroffe were trying to enjoy the downtime forced on us all by the storm. The bad news was that humans couldn’t handle themselves very well walking outside in all that rain and wind, but the good news was that it didn’t do the zombies any favors, either.

None of Malton’s living citizens had had a break in the weeks since the Quarantine had been put into effect, and we were long overdue. For obvious reasons, it was always difficult to find time to relax and unwind, so it was always a blessing when opportunities like this one came up.

Given that we had no electricity or anything, there wasn’t terribly much to do… or so I thought. I’d had it all figured out in my head: that without some immediate threat looming over all of us, or at least some way of catching up on episodes of 24, I’d end up completely bored out of my skull. Funny thing was, things didn’t turn out that way.

See, like most people, I’d gotten hooked on a lot of the comforts of life afforded to people through the magnificence of electrical current: things like TV, and using the internet for its sole, true purpose: hunting for pictures of naked women. (I jest. No, really. Not a porn addict. Quit snickering at me like that.) Anyway, all that stuff had just gotten itself so deeply entrenched into all of our lives… to the point where nobody even really seemed to question it, anymore.

I suppose what I’m trying to say is that it’d almost come as some kind of… revelation… as to how much of a couch potato I actually was. I mean, like most folks, I’d never really kept track of how much television I watched, or how long I could spend at my computer, staring at an open Firefox window… but today… today I joined that relatively small circle of people who’d figured out that folks really needed to stop vegging out so much (not that it wasn’t ok in moderation,) and go do something productive, and sociable… like (in this case,) playing boardgames.

After all, that seemed to be today’s theme: boardgames; boardgames pilfered from the second floor K-B, no doubt. All the celebrity personalities had turned out for the gala event: Monopoly, Risk, Sorry, Trivia Pursuit. Even caught a couple of teenagers messing with a Hungry Hungry Hippos set.

Hungry Hungry Hippos.

The sight of it fragmented my already-fractured persona even further.

How?

Glad you asked.

Ladies and gentlemen, we have an interesting match-up for you tonight… over here, in this corner, with the white robes and the golden halo, coming to us all the way from beautiful, sunny Cloud Nine, we have Good-Colleen! Look at her little harp, everyone, isn’t she just the cutest thing you’ve ever seen? That girl sure knows how to accessorize!

And in this corner, wearing the red, pinstriped business suit, the sexy-chic eyeglasses, and four tons of Hell’s finest whore-paint, we’ve got… Evil-Colleen! That’s right, everybody…this buxom beauty hails from Layer Six-Sixty-Six, the most Infernal of them all. She’s smart, she’s sassy, and she’s even a little slutty, but you
know you love her!

Then the crowd started cheering. I hadn’t even realized there was a crowd living in my head. Or that they attended sporting matches in my brain. Huh. Learn something new every day. Anyway… yeah… there was cheering… especially when Mr. Announcer-Guy announced the rules of the fight… as in… there weren’t any.

That’s right, folks. You wanted it, you’ve got it! A No-holds-barred, steel-cage match… to the DEATH! WHO… WILL… WIN?!

Crowd noise is loud. Especially when it’s all erupting somewhere between your ears. But I digress. To simplify (Too late, I know,) the “fight” kinda went something like this:

Evil-Me lunges forward with a big ol’ roundhouse punch. “Hungry Hungry Hippos, for the win!” she says.

Good-Me ducks away from the shot and thumps Evil-Me in the side of the head with her little, metallic harp. Nothing too harsh, because… you know… she’s “Good-Me” and Good-Me eschews violence. “No, no, no… you’re a grown woman, Colleen…” she says. She’s in full-on preacher mode, practically begging me to… “act my age.” She looks at me and says, “You’re above such childish antics… or at least you should be.”

Evil-Me, not being at all above playing a little dirty pool, comes right back with a vicious-looking side kick that connects and knocks Good-Me right out of the park. She goes down hard. Out like a light. And so, there she is, Evil-Me, standing over the insensate form of her defeated rival, going, “That’s bullshit! Look! Jeff’s playing Rock’em Sock’em Robots! Who’s childish now?!”

I looked. It was true.

“Ha! I bopped your block off!”

Good Lord, Jefferson. And you have the nerve to call me immature.

Aside from that brief shout of triumph, Jefferson was a pretty graceful winner. His opponent, however, was clearly not the most gracious of losers. There was some “macho” glaring, which, I have come to believe after years of painstaking research, serves as a… genetic trigger… setting off some manner of indecipherable Y-Chromsome-influenced behavior, that my intellect (outlandishly massive though it may be) seems completely unequipped, and therefore unable, to comprehend. What followed was, as best as I can describe it, some manner of semi-mystical, “I am the Alpha Male!” chest-thumping/posturing… thing, capped off by an outraged protest from the contest’s loser. “No fair! The green guy has longer arms!”

“Yeah, well, the blue guy doesn’t have sticky controls! That makes it an even fight!”

I dare say it was for instances of exactly this sort, that the word “facepalm” was invented.

Oh, dear me…I think I had best stop watching this now…

And I did.

And walked away.

And went off to play some Hungry Hungry Hippos.

And it was wonderful.

#2 Guest_Coutelier_*

Posted 24 October 2006 - 07:50 PM

2. No. Really. Colleen is not a porn addict. :twisted:

3. She's really not! Leave the poor girl alone! :twisted:


I should hope not... you know the United States alone spends more money on porn each year than the entire national debt of sub-saharan Africa. So, if just a few people took vows of celibacy from porn for one year think of all the lives that could be saved.

Alternatively I guess the porn makers could get together with one of the Christian charities and promise to donate say 50% of their sales.

Given that we had no electricity or anything, there wasn’t terribly much to do… or so I thought. I’d had it all figured out in my head: that without some immediate threat looming over all of us, or at least some way of catching up on episodes of 24, I’d end up completely bored out of my skull. Funny thing was, things didn’t turn out that way.


And now it's in the middle of a Zombie outbreak that Jack Bauer finally decides to stop for a lunch and toilet break... typical.

Apparently, there's a joke scene out there they filmed of Jack walking out of a bathroom with a pizza. I've yet to see it though.

See, like most people, I’d gotten hooked on a lot of the comforts of life afforded to people through the magnificence of electrical current: things like TV, and using the internet for its sole, true purpose: hunting for pictures of naked women. (I jest. No, really. Not a porn addict. Quit snickering at me like that.) Anyway, all that stuff had just gotten itself so deeply entrenched into all of our lives… to the point where nobody even really seemed to question it, anymore.


No... none of us are porn addicts. PC in my house is only ever for sites like this, shopping, and the odd bit of research. But that's it. It wasn't like the first time I got the internet I was like a kid in a library darting straight towards the 'Adult' books.

I suppose what I’m trying to say is that it’d almost come as some kind of… revelation… as to how much of a couch potato I actually was. I mean, like most folks, I’d never really kept track of how much television I watched, or how long I could spend at my computer, staring at an open Firefox window… but today… today I joined that relatively small circle of people who’d figured out that folks really needed to stop vegging out so much (not that it wasn’t ok in moderation,) and go do something productive, and sociable… like (in this case,) playing boardgames.


Imoen: Well, you know, I only ever watch the Discovery channel for education. I know as much about Sharks now as any expert.

After all, that seemed to be today’s theme: boardgames; boardgames pilfered from the second floor K-B, no doubt. All the celebrity personalities had turned out for the gala event: Monopoly, Risk, Sorry, Trivia Pursuit. Even caught a couple of teenagers messing with a Hungry Hungry Hippos set.


Tarant: Can't stand Trivial Pursuit.

Imoen: Because I always win.

Tarant: Only because you get the easy questions... and you've probably read the answers on all of the cards anyway.

Then the crowd started cheering. I hadn’t even realized there was a crowd living in my head.


I thought everyone had one of those :twisted:

Good-Me ducks away from the shot and thumps Evil-Me in the side of the head with her little, metallic harp. Nothing too harsh, because… you know… she’s “Good-Me” and Good-Me eschews violence. “No, no, no… you’re a grown woman, Colleen…” she says. She’s in full-on preacher mode, practically begging me to… “act my age.” She looks at me and says, “You’re above such childish antics… or at least you should be.”

Evil-Me, not being at all above playing a little dirty pool, comes right back with a vicious-looking side kick that connects and knocks Good-Me right out of the park. She goes down hard. Out like a light. And so, there she is, Evil-Me, standing over the insensate form of her defeated rival, going, “That’s bullshit! Look! Jeff’s playing Rock’em Sock’em Robots! Who’s childish now?!”


Edwin: Evil triumphs over Good. As always.

Aerie: T-to be honest, I'm not convinced Hungry Hungry Hippos is an evil game.

I looked. It was true.

“Ha! I bopped your block off!”

Good Lord, Jefferson. And you have the nerve to call me immature.


Tarant: Surely not...

Imoen: Oh, could you be any more sarcastic?

Tarant: Oh no. Never me.

Aside from that brief shout of triumph, Jefferson was a pretty graceful winner. His opponent, however, was clearly not the most gracious of losers. There was some “macho” glaring, which, I have come to believe after years of painstaking research, serves as a… genetic trigger… setting off some manner of indecipherable Y-Chromsome-influenced behavior, that my intellect (outlandishly massive though it may be) seems completely unequipped, and therefore unable, to comprehend.


Edwin: That's because your brain was designed for dusting and cleaning and nothing more complicated than that. Men design and build castles and bridges etcetera.

What followed was, as best as I can describe it, some manner of semi-mystical, “I am the Alpha Male!” chest-thumping/posturing… thing, capped off by an outraged protest from the contest’s loser. “No fair! The green guy has longer arms!”

“Yeah, well, the blue guy doesn’t have sticky controls! That makes it an even fight!”


Tarant: Bunch of kids...

Imoen: Yeah, we haven't heard you make excuses for being a loser.

And walked away.

And went off to play some Hungry Hungry Hippos.

And it was wonderful.


Aerie: It's okay... I prefer Buckaroo.

Imoen: And I always win at that too. Face it, I am the games mistress. Any game you want, I'll thrash all of you.

Edwin: Chess?

Imoen: Er... I mean anything. Like, snakes and ladders...

Edwin: Chess.

Imoen: Um... well, I think we lost some of the pieces, so never mind. It'll have to be another time.

#3 Guest_Theodur_*

Posted 25 October 2006 - 09:08 AM

1. So now that our hero and his sidekick are back on friendly terms once again, it's time for a little silly fun. ;)


You're right about it being silly... :twisted: :twisted:

See, like most people, I’d gotten hooked on a lot of the comforts of life afforded to people through the magnificence of electrical current: things like TV, and using the internet for its sole, true purpose: hunting for pictures of naked women. (I jest. No, really. Not a porn addict. Quit snickering at me like that.) Anyway, all that stuff had just gotten itself so deeply entrenched into all of our lives… to the point where nobody even really seemed to question it, anymore.


The internet was invented for porn, everyone knows that. :twisted:

I wouldn't mind that, by the way... but unfortunately, internet wasn't invented for the 'good' porn, or at least the kind that I'd be interested in. There's only the gross stuff available, nothing for sane, balanced individuals! :twisted:

After all, that seemed to be today’s theme: boardgames; boardgames pilfered from the second floor K-B, no doubt. All the celebrity personalities had turned out for the gala event: Monopoly, Risk, Sorry, Trivia Pursuit. Even caught a couple of teenagers messing with a Hungry Hungry Hippos set.


I don't see Kill Doctor Lucky mentioned! Ever played that one? Now that's one seriously cool board game. :)

Oh, and on a totally unrelated note... I've started watching Farscape. And I love it. ;)

#4 Weyoun

Posted 25 October 2006 - 10:13 PM

A lot of the other survivors in Woodroffe were trying to enjoy the downtime forced on us all by the storm. The bad news was that humans couldn’t handle themselves very well walking outside in all that rain and wind, but the good news was that it didn’t do the zombies any favors, either.


Well, at least the zombies can't get depressed about it, them being dead and all.

See, like most people, I’d gotten hooked on a lot of the comforts of life afforded to people through the magnificence of electrical current: things like TV, and using the internet for its sole, true purpose: hunting for pictures of naked women. (I jest. No, really. Not a porn addict. Quit snickering at me like that.) Anyway, all that stuff had just gotten itself so deeply entrenched into all of our lives… to the point where nobody even really seemed to question it, anymore.


Good point. I remember at work, that one day one computer program went down and 100 people were unable to do any work for 6 hours.

After all, that seemed to be today’s theme: boardgames; boardgames pilfered from the second floor K-B, no doubt. All the celebrity personalities had turned out for the gala event: Monopoly, Risk, Sorry, Trivia Pursuit. Even caught a couple of teenagers messing with a Hungry Hungry Hippos set.


That's the real pisser with zombie holocausts. No power means no computer games.

Hungry Hungry Hippos.


Given the choice, I much prefer the new Scarface game. :D

Ladies and gentlemen, we have an interesting match-up for you tonight… over here, in this corner, with the white robes and the golden halo, coming to us all the way from beautiful, sunny Cloud Nine, we have Good-Colleen! Look at her little harp, everyone, isn’t she just the cutest thing you’ve ever seen? That girl sure knows how to accessorize!


And in this corner, wearing the red, pinstriped business suit, the sexy-chic eyeglasses, and four tons of Hell’s finest whore-paint, we’ve got… Evil-Colleen! That’s right, everybody…this buxom beauty hails from Layer Six-Sixty-Six, the most Infernal of them all. She’s smart, she’s sassy, and she’s even a little slutty, but you know you love her!


Evil-Colleen: *holds out AK-47* Say hello to my lil' friend!

(sorry, couldn't resist)

Evil-Me lunges forward with a big ol’ roundhouse punch. “Hungry Hungry Hippos, for the win!” she says.


Good-Me ducks away from the shot and thumps Evil-Me in the side of the head with her little, metallic harp. Nothing too harsh, because… you know… she’s “Good-Me” and Good-Me eschews violence. “No, no, no… you’re a grown woman, Colleen…” she says. She’s in full-on preacher mode, practically begging me to… “act my age.” She looks at me and says, “You’re above such childish antics… or at least you should be.”


Evil-Me, not being at all above playing a little dirty pool, comes right back with a vicious-looking side kick that connects and knocks Good-Me right out of the park. She goes down hard. Out like a light. And so, there she is, Evil-Me, standing over the insensate form of her defeated rival, going, “That’s bullshit! Look! Jeff’s playing Rock’em Sock’em Robots! Who’s childish now?!”


LOL!

Next time, just go for the Rubix Cube, Colleen.

And it was wonderful.


Nice. But as games go, I prefer to play as Tony. :D
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#5 Guest_AlphaMonkey_*

Posted 26 October 2006 - 05:35 PM

Alternatively I guess the porn makers could get together with one of the Christian charities and promise to donate say 50% of their sales.


The only problem is, would you really trust an orphanage that got its money from "Ron Jeremy's Fund for Underprivileged children?" I think that might be a bit dodgy.

No... none of us are porn addicts. PC in my house is only ever for sites like this, shopping, and the odd bit of research. But that's it. It wasn't like the first time I got the internet I was like a kid in a library darting straight towards the 'Adult' books.


Well, when we got dial-up at the house when I was a kid, I was too young to look at porn. So I just used it for E-mail and stuff. :D

Imoen: Well, you know, I only ever watch the Discovery channel for education. I know as much about Sharks now as any expert.


CN: "Well, I watch Mythbusters. That's educational."

JG: "You just like watching them blow stuff up... and staring at Kari's belly button."

CN: "It's so cute! She's got an adorable little tummy. Makes me wanna play with it."

JG: "Uh huh."

Tarant: Only because you get the easy questions... and you've probably read the answers on all of the cards anyway.


CN: (Shrugs) "How else are you supposed to win?"

JG: (Groans)

I thought everyone had one of those


I didn't used to. And then I started doing this... "writing..." thing. And now, look at me. (Sigh)

Aerie: T-to be honest, I'm not convinced Hungry Hungry Hippos is an evil game.


JG: "It's all about greed. Grabbing the most of those... pearls or marbles or whatever the hell they are. It encourages avarice in children, and... eh, I'm just making stuff up now."

Edwin: That's because your brain was designed for dusting and cleaning and nothing more complicated than that. Men design and build castles and bridges etcetera.


CN: "So... what do -you- do, then? Sewer cleaner? I mean, you've got the -brain- for it, don't you?"

Aerie: It's okay... I prefer Buckaroo.

Imoen: And I always win at that too. Face it, I am the games mistress. Any game you want, I'll thrash all of you.

Edwin: Chess?

Imoen: Er... I mean anything. Like, snakes and ladders...

Edwin: Chess.

Imoen: Um... well, I think we lost some of the pieces, so never mind. It'll have to be another time.


Heh heh. There -is- a chess game in Colleen's future, actually. Next chapter. :D

#6 Guest_AlphaMonkey_*

Posted 26 October 2006 - 05:40 PM

You're right about it being silly...


Yeah, this section has been sitting around my hard drive for a long time. I'd been having a hard time getting it... connected to the rest of the narrative, though, since the previous chapters were kinda dark and not at all funny. But it was time to lighten things up so we can go back to being all angsty later. :D

The internet was invented for porn, everyone knows that.


JG: "No, the Internet was invented for research purposes. People just realized it also makes a great way to trade files and stuff. Like porn."

CN: "You use the Net for porn."

JG: "Sure. Just about everyone does. But I'm saying, that's not the -primary- purpose of it."

CN: "So what -is- the primary purpose?"

JG: "Online poker?"

CN: :D

I don't see Kill Doctor Lucky mentioned! Ever played that one? Now that's one seriously cool board game.


I have never heard of it, unfortunately.

#7 Guest_AlphaMonkey_*

Posted 26 October 2006 - 05:45 PM

Well, at least the zombies can't get depressed about it, them being dead and all.


CN: "Oh, yeah... that's totally what we need: emo zombies."

JG: "Graaaaghh... sniffle... bnhr!"

CN: "Exactly."

JG: "Yeah, that would suck. More than it sucks now."

Good point. I remember at work, that one day one computer program went down and 100 people were unable to do any work for 6 hours.


Or people who have to deal with numbers becoming completely helpless if they don't have access to a calculator.

That's the real pisser with zombie holocausts. No power means no computer games.


CN: "And no lights."

JG: "See, I don't -like- that part, but really, the having to worry about waking up with a zombie chewing on my arm... that's the part that really bugs me."

Given the choice, I much prefer the new Scarface game.


I've seen ads. Not sure I care, though. I mean, it's like GTA, and I've played plenty of GTA as it is.

Evil-Colleen: *holds out AK-47* Say hello to my lil' friend!

(sorry, couldn't resist)


JG: "Please try and refrain from such things in the future. Colleen just shouldn't be trusted with firearms. It's just not a good idea."

CN: :D "Thanks for the vote of confidence, Jeff."

JG: "I'm very confident in your ability to get us all killed if any of us were stupid enough to entrust you with an automatic weapon."

CN: (Sniffles) :D

JG: "Stop that. It's not going to work. You can't manipulate me that easily."

CN: "Bleh."

JG: :D

LOL!

Next time, just go for the Rubix Cube, Colleen.


JG: "Clara gave her one for her birthday. We found it in pieces in the trash two days later."

CN: "Hmph." :D

#8 Guest_VigaHrolf_*

Posted 07 November 2006 - 03:49 PM

Notebrains:


1. So now that our hero and his sidekick are back on friendly terms once again, it's time for a little silly fun. :shock:


*snerk*

2. No. Really. Colleen is not a porn addict. :roll:


Nah.

3. She's really not! Leave the poor girl alone! :roll:


Of course she's not.

A lot of the other survivors in Woodroffe were trying to enjoy the downtime forced on us all by the storm. The bad news was that humans couldn’t handle themselves very well walking outside in all that rain and wind, but the good news was that it didn’t do the zombies any favors, either.


Even the dead don't like bad weather. :lol:

None of Malton’s living citizens had had a break in the weeks since the Quarantine had been put into effect, and we were long overdue. For obvious reasons, it was always difficult to find time to relax and unwind, so it was always a blessing when opportunities like this one came up.


Inara: "There have been no breaks. Just trying to save as many as we can."

Given that we had no electricity or anything, there wasn’t terribly much to do… or so I thought. I’d had it all figured out in my head: that without some immediate threat looming over all of us, or at least some way of catching up on episodes of 24, I’d end up completely bored out of my skull. Funny thing was, things didn’t turn out that way.


Tommy: "And no Rescue Me. And no football. And no A Team reruns. Not cool."

See, like most people, I’d gotten hooked on a lot of the comforts of life afforded to people through the magnificence of electrical current: things like TV, and using the internet for its sole, true purpose: hunting for pictures of naked women. (I jest. No, really. Not a porn addict. Quit snickering at me like that.) Anyway, all that stuff had just gotten itself so deeply entrenched into all of our lives… to the point where nobody even really seemed to question it, anymore.


Inara: "Colleen, a porn addict? Of course not. She just likes porn. Just like Bobby Brown likes coccaine and beating Whitney Houston."

Tommy: "Ouch."

Inara: "Actually, that's not fair. Bobby Brown ruined Whitney. Man needs to catch a beating."

I suppose what I’m trying to say is that it’d almost come as some kind of… revelation… as to how much of a couch potato I actually was. I mean, like most folks, I’d never really kept track of how much television I watched, or how long I could spend at my computer, staring at an open Firefox window… but today… today I joined that relatively small circle of people who’d figured out that folks really needed to stop vegging out so much (not that it wasn’t ok in moderation,) and go do something productive, and sociable… like (in this case,) playing boardgames.


Inara: "Welcome to the real world. Where real people do real things. Although, adding to the fortifications might be a better use of their time than boardgames."

Tommy: "Every one needs a break."

Inara: "Breaks are fine. Just make sure you're secure first. And keep checking that."

After all, that seemed to be today’s theme: boardgames; boardgames pilfered from the second floor K-B, no doubt. All the celebrity personalities had turned out for the gala event: Monopoly, Risk, Sorry, Trivia Pursuit. Even caught a couple of teenagers messing with a Hungry Hungry Hippos set.


Inara: "I'd have hit the Borders."

Tommy: "Yes, because socialization is so bad."

Inara: "Look, you want to socialize, that's fine. Some of us also recharge with a good book."

Tommy: *opens his mouth, closes it* "Okay. Point."

Hungry Hungry Hippos.

The sight of it fragmented my already-fractured persona even further.


Ye Gods. :D

Ladies and gentlemen, we have an interesting match-up for you tonight… over here, in this corner, with the white robes and the golden halo, coming to us all the way from beautiful, sunny Cloud Nine, we have Good-Colleen! Look at her little harp, everyone, isn’t she just the cutest thing you’ve ever seen? That girl sure knows how to accessorize!


*snigger* The good one. With her wings. :D

And in this corner, wearing the red, pinstriped business suit, the sexy-chic eyeglasses, and four tons of Hell’s finest whore-paint, we’ve got… Evil-Colleen! That’s right, everybody…this buxom beauty hails from Layer Six-Sixty-Six, the most Infernal of them all. She’s smart, she’s sassy, and she’s even a little slutty, but you know you love her!


LOL

Tommy: "Not bad."

Inara: *eye roll* "Well, at least the suit is sharp."

Then the crowd started cheering. I hadn’t even realized there was a crowd living in my head. Or that they attended sporting matches in my brain. Huh. Learn something new every day. Anyway… yeah… there was cheering… especially when Mr. Announcer-Guy announced the rules of the fight… as in… there weren’t any.

That’s right, folks. You wanted it, you’ve got it! A No-holds-barred, steel-cage match… to the DEATH! WHO… WILL… WIN?!


*snort*

Evil-Me lunges forward with a big ol’ roundhouse punch. “Hungry Hungry Hippos, for the win!” she says.

Good-Me ducks away from the shot and thumps Evil-Me in the side of the head with her little, metallic harp. Nothing too harsh, because… you know… she’s “Good-Me” and Good-Me eschews violence. “No, no, no… you’re a grown woman, Colleen…” she says. She’s in full-on preacher mode, practically begging me to… “act my age.” She looks at me and says, “You’re above such childish antics… or at least you should be.”


Inara: "She'd have to mentally age 20 years to act her actual age."

Tommy: "Heh."

Evil-Me, not being at all above playing a little dirty pool, comes right back with a vicious-looking side kick that connects and knocks Good-Me right out of the park. She goes down hard. Out like a light. And so, there she is, Evil-Me, standing over the insensate form of her defeated rival, going, “That’s bullshit! Look! Jeff’s playing Rock’em Sock’em Robots! Who’s childish now?!”


*snort*

“Ha! I bopped your block off!”

Good Lord, Jefferson. And you have the nerve to call me immature.


Rock'em Sock'em. Nice. :D

Aside from that brief shout of triumph, Jefferson was a pretty graceful winner. His opponent, however, was clearly not the most gracious of losers. There was some “macho” glaring, which, I have come to believe after years of painstaking research, serves as a… genetic trigger… setting off some manner of indecipherable Y-Chromsome-influenced behavior, that my intellect (outlandishly massive though it may be) seems completely unequipped, and therefore unable, to comprehend. What followed was, as best as I can describe it, some manner of semi-mystical, “I am the Alpha Male!” chest-thumping/posturing… thing, capped off by an outraged protest from the contest’s loser. “No fair! The green guy has longer arms!”


Inara: "Your analysis is... spot on. The posturing is... for the most part rather lame."

Tommy: "Yeah yeah yeah. We have to sort out our pecking order some how, and we chose not to use shoes."

Inara: *rolls eyes*

I dare say it was for instances of exactly this sort, that the word “facepalm” was invented.


*snort*

And went off to play some Hungry Hungry Hippos.

And it was wonderful.


Chuckle

Good stuff Alpha. My apologies on... the lateness of my comments.

VH

#9 Guest_AlphaMonkey_*

Posted 08 November 2006 - 08:15 PM

Tommy: "And no Rescue Me . And no football. And no A Team reruns. Not cool."


JG: "A-Team reruns. Oh, you had to remind me." (Sighs) "God, I'm depressed now."

CN: "You mean you weren't before?"

JG: "Ok, I'm more depressed now. There, you happy?"

CN: "No! I'm depressed!"

JG: "Oh. Right."

Inara: "Colleen, a porn addict? Of course not. She just likes porn. Just like Bobby Brown likes coccaine and beating Whitney Houston."

Tommy: "Ouch."

Inara: "Actually, that's not fair. Bobby Brown ruined Whitney. Man needs to catch a beating."


CN: "I'm not a cocaine addict."

Inara: "I'd have hit the Borders."

Tommy: "Yes, because socialization is so bad."

Inara: "Look, you want to socialize, that's fine. Some of us also recharge with a good book."

Tommy: *opens his mouth, closes it* "Okay. Point."


CN: "Yeah, but after you read the book, don't you want to talk about it? I mean, that's like one of the few things I -liked- about school. Reading books and then talking about them in class. I was willing to stay awake for that."

LOL

Tommy: "Not bad."

Inara: *eye roll* "Well, at least the suit is sharp."


Inara has a thing for guys in sharp-tailored suits, huh? Heh. Now if only you could find Tommy a tux. :lol:

Rock'em Sock'em. Nice.


JG: "What? It's fun!"

Inara: "Your analysis is... spot on. The posturing is... for the most part rather lame."

Tommy: "Yeah yeah yeah. We have to sort out our pecking order some how, and we chose not to use shoes."

Inara: *rolls eyes*


:roll:

Who's got the nicest set of dark-red pumps? :lol:




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