Jane Narbon (lady_madsci) says:
Aww. That is cute!
———-
The Mad Scientist Wars:
Aaron Shades, my other nemesis, has started hostilities by commenting on my fashion choices. I yell back, “Don’t you know that the white labcoat look is in this season?”
Soon I shall destroy them all. Hmmm, who should I fire missiles at first?
Dave Van Domelen (dvandom) says: Of all the times to leave his jewelers’ loupe in his desk.
Then again, it might be close at hand, all things considered.
So It Begins (soitbegins) says:
Huh. I guess opera is universal.
Side note:
*looks up*
Uh, Aaron, somehow I think that your comment about her fashion choices might not have helped matters. Anyway, I think she looks hot in that lab co– OH SH**! SHE’S FIRING MISSILES!
*dives for the hatch of my underground bunker while Aaron Shades hotfoots it in the other direction*
I’ll get you BOTH, next time…
Sean O’Kelly (malakai47) says: HAH! Missiles are nothing compared to my army of genetically mutated/undead/cyberneticly inhanced termite-badgers, complete with eye lasers and thermite cannons!!!
So It Begins (soitbegins) says: I fire a charge cannon at Sean, blasting him out of this universe. Come back when you have a Mad Scientist Wars invitation.
Ed Gedeon (eddurd) says:
My true love gave to me
Sper-ma-to-phore;
My father banished me,
Showed me the door …
And as I wander through
Pneumatic tubes,
The Phaaaaaaaaaaaantom Of The Silverfish is here
Inside your shoes …
Thomas Levy (ergonomytch) says: Saaaaay, exactly how long have Unity and Sweetheart been in the background of shaenon.com?
bzzzzd (bzzzzd) says:
Mr. Thom says: Saaaaay, exactly how long have Unity and Sweetheart been in the background of shaenon.com?
Since the beginning of this universe.
Aaron Shades (prof_tinker) says:
. . . . . I’d go see that. I’d need one hecka pair of opera glasses though. And Ed? You just rock.
The Mad Scientist Wars:
“Oh, please. English overcoats are *so* much more classical and- OH HECK MISSILES!!!”
And so It Begins! You traitorous cur! leaving me with this madwoman! . . . although, i guess it’s no skin off your back if I get vaporized. . . .
Miss Jane Narbon, perhaps we could talk this over like civilized mads? After all, obviously you are a woman of taste and genius. . . *inches towards the mailbox, and thus retrieves Fluffy*
Dov Mittelman (silentspeaker) says:
Aaaand now that Sean has been blasted out of this universe, his army of genetically mutated/undead/cybernetically inhanced termite-badgers, complete with eye lasers and thermite cannons is suddenly leaderless. Acting quickly, I step into the breach with a better offer, thus commanding their loyalty.
I also amend their business cards so that “cybernetically” is correctly spelled.
Mark Orr (agentoracle) says: Meanwhile, tose of us in the MSSGA (Misc. Super-secret Gov. Agencies) are quielly sitting back in dark, smoke-filled rooms, ominously biding our time, and quietly looking for an exhaust fan or window because *cough,cough* frankly, we don’t smoke anymore.
Jane Narbon (lady_madsci) says:
Aww. That is cute!
———-
The Mad Scientist Wars:
Aaron Shades, my other nemesis, has started hostilities by commenting on my fashion choices. I yell back, “Don’t you know that the white labcoat look is in this season?”
Soon I shall destroy them all. Hmmm, who should I fire missiles at first?
Dave Van Domelen (dvandom) says: Of all the times to leave his jewelers’ loupe in his desk.
Then again, it might be close at hand, all things considered.
So It Begins (soitbegins) says:
Huh. I guess opera is universal.
Side note:
*looks up*
Uh, Aaron, somehow I think that your comment about her fashion choices might not have helped matters. Anyway, I think she looks hot in that lab co– OH SH**! SHE’S FIRING MISSILES!
*dives for the hatch of my underground bunker while Aaron Shades hotfoots it in the other direction*
I’ll get you BOTH, next time…
Sean O’Kelly (malakai47) says: HAH! Missiles are nothing compared to my army of genetically mutated/undead/cyberneticly inhanced termite-badgers, complete with eye lasers and thermite cannons!!!
So It Begins (soitbegins) says: I fire a charge cannon at Sean, blasting him out of this universe. Come back when you have a Mad Scientist Wars invitation.
Ed Gedeon (eddurd) says:
My true love gave to me
Sper-ma-to-phore;
My father banished me,
Showed me the door …
And as I wander through
Pneumatic tubes,
The Phaaaaaaaaaaaantom Of The Silverfish is here
Inside your shoes …
Thomas Levy (ergonomytch) says: Saaaaay, exactly how long have Unity and Sweetheart been in the background of shaenon.com?
bzzzzd (bzzzzd) says:
Mr. Thom says: Saaaaay, exactly how long have Unity and Sweetheart been in the background of shaenon.com?
Since the beginning of this universe.
Aaron Shades (prof_tinker) says:
. . . . . I’d go see that. I’d need one hecka pair of opera glasses though. And Ed? You just rock.
The Mad Scientist Wars:
“Oh, please. English overcoats are *so* much more classical and- OH HECK MISSILES!!!”
And so It Begins! You traitorous cur! leaving me with this madwoman! . . . although, i guess it’s no skin off your back if I get vaporized. . . .
Miss Jane Narbon, perhaps we could talk this over like civilized mads? After all, obviously you are a woman of taste and genius. . . *inches towards the mailbox, and thus retrieves Fluffy*
Dov Mittelman (silentspeaker) says:
Aaaand now that Sean has been blasted out of this universe, his army of genetically mutated/undead/cybernetically inhanced termite-badgers, complete with eye lasers and thermite cannons is suddenly leaderless. Acting quickly, I step into the breach with a better offer, thus commanding their loyalty.
I also amend their business cards so that “cybernetically” is correctly spelled.
Mark Orr (agentoracle) says: Meanwhile, tose of us in the MSSGA (Misc. Super-secret Gov. Agencies) are quielly sitting back in dark, smoke-filled rooms, ominously biding our time, and quietly looking for an exhaust fan or window because *cough,cough* frankly, we don’t smoke anymore.
Cute… only roaches are disgusting.