Ed Gedeon (eddurd) says:
Now, are the centipedes like Summer-Of-Love hippies, or like martial-artist monks? They’re either going to sing really bad folk songs, or nimbly attack his boots.
Martha Mintz (muffinthamighty) says: Or they could be rasta!
Andy Wetmore (efogoto) says: They look more like pasta.
Jane Narbon (lady_madsci) says:
Of course, they’ll soon turn giant-sized and breathe fire, right?
Right?
…pretty please?
—– The Mad Scientist Wars: From what I’ve seen of Professor Tinker, allying him would be a worthwile proposition. He seems more trustworthy than some of my contemporaries.
… or, I could control him instead and have a new henchman. Tricky choice. One choice leads to full intelligence but only partial trust, the other choice the exact opposite. Hmm… I think I’ll knock him out, take him back to the lab, then decide what to do with him.
Now, what exactly did I pack that’ll help me pull this one off? Aha! Here we go. I’m so glad that Joss Whedon thought of this one– I probably never would have stumbled upon the idea myself. Now, I just need a little distraction…
As the check comes (great food, including the best lobster bisque I have ever tasted), I reach for it, and accidentally knock my drink into my lap. At least the dress can be dry cleaned…
A few minutes later, I’ve been to the restroom and cleaned the stain up as best I could… and I’m ready to implement my plan.
This will be good.
Brand Willis (brandyllyn) says: Wow, I just had a total flashback to Lost. I hope at they’re Scottish.
So It Begins (soitbegins) says:
I vote for the fighting monks, myself.
The MadSci Wars:
Phew! Another quiet day at the office. Those nanobots I sent should start transmitting any moment now… what the?! Why are they in a big dish? And isn’t that a lop-eared…
Well. It looks as if I now have gotten bots in Professor Tinker’s vorpal bunny. I’ll tell them to lodge in the rabbit’s vision and hearing brain circuitry. Then, I… WHOA.
Whatever else was in that pot, it made Fluffly go wild! It looks as if it’s ransacking this restaraunt, and the secret lab hidden beneath it. As far as I could tell from the wild ride the monitors received, it looks as if it was Mr. Purple Knight’s lab.
I HAVE TRIUMPHED OVER MY ENEMIES WITHOUT EVEN MEANING TO! MUAHAHAHAHAAAA!
Now, let’s see here. At normal effects of Vorpal Bunny Nip, it’ll wear off in about 2 hours, then the rabbit’ll be out for about 10 hours more. Then, he’ll return to Professor Tinker, and I’ll have bugged (or rabbited) his lab without even realizing it!
Heh heh heh.
Aaron Shades (prof_tinker) says:
Nice! Peaceful, and normal sized! Tip might actually be lucky for once. Were the silverfish the instigators, or do we have a mistake.
The Mad Wars
Well, this has been a pleasant evening so far. Pleaant, intelligent conversation, good food. pity about Miss Narbons outfit.
. . . what the-! Fluffy! What’s gotten into you?! No! Bad Bunny! He’s acting as if- Vorpal Bunny Nip! Oh, dear. . . .
*gets up to chase after Fluffy* I’ll have to ask the waiter to make my excuses of Miss Narbon.
Edwin Quantrall (reynard) says: I’m hoping that He can negotiate some sort of accommodation between the centipedes and the silverfish.
D. Connolly (theogrin) says:
(In honor of Eric Burns’ own poem – check the archives for that one!)
Dear audience, I wish to speak of war,
For wars are such that culture rises on,
Two houses, locked in struggle evermore,
From day to day, each night and every dawn.
The silverfish, a house of great repute,
And centipedes, whose strength was boasted of,
Once met, in feast, the ‘cultured’ and the ‘brute’–
But that one day, they pressed from push to shove.
For, you see, the silverfish, devout,
Were quite opposed to centipedes’ brute force;
Their artistry and music all about
The benefits of thought, above the coarse.
Now, after all, no modern man would claim
That silverfish and centipedes should fight;
Their dietary habits hold no blame;
And one might hope that culture brings us light.
Still, on that day, the fateful feast began,
A celebration much adored by all –
The centipedes had brought fair fare, again
(For this was not the first, the festive ball.)
Now it is clear, to any modern man,
That centipedes and silverfish are not
the sort of creatures that would go to plan
A tryst, between one bug of either lot.
Yet that fine day, in storage annex B,
This tryst came to fruition, it might seem
A lonely girl, a silverfish of three
(Months, of course) was found in state unclean.
The centipede, to benefit of all,
Tried not to hide behind a screen of lies;
His love professed, to houses big and small —
But none of them would listen to his cries.
“We love!” the pair would state assertively,
To all those feelers cold and indiscreet;
But to no good – the pair discovered furtively
Were torn apart, for ne’er the twain should meet.
That day, a war was founded ‘twixt the two,
The houses taking arms against their foe –
And to this time, the noble red and charming blue
Still fight, amongst the annexes below.
Ed Gedeon (eddurd) says:
Now, are the centipedes like Summer-Of-Love hippies, or like martial-artist monks? They’re either going to sing really bad folk songs, or nimbly attack his boots.
Martha Mintz (muffinthamighty) says: Or they could be rasta!
Andy Wetmore (efogoto) says: They look more like pasta.
Jane Narbon (lady_madsci) says:
Of course, they’ll soon turn giant-sized and breathe fire, right?
Right?
…pretty please?
—–
The Mad Scientist Wars:
From what I’ve seen of Professor Tinker, allying him would be a worthwile proposition. He seems more trustworthy than some of my contemporaries.
… or, I could control him instead and have a new henchman. Tricky choice. One choice leads to full intelligence but only partial trust, the other choice the exact opposite. Hmm… I think I’ll knock him out, take him back to the lab, then decide what to do with him.
Now, what exactly did I pack that’ll help me pull this one off? Aha! Here we go. I’m so glad that Joss Whedon thought of this one– I probably never would have stumbled upon the idea myself. Now, I just need a little distraction…
As the check comes (great food, including the best lobster bisque I have ever tasted), I reach for it, and accidentally knock my drink into my lap. At least the dress can be dry cleaned…
A few minutes later, I’ve been to the restroom and cleaned the stain up as best I could… and I’m ready to implement my plan.
This will be good.
Brand Willis (brandyllyn) says: Wow, I just had a total flashback to Lost. I hope at they’re Scottish.
So It Begins (soitbegins) says:
I vote for the fighting monks, myself.
The MadSci Wars:
Phew! Another quiet day at the office. Those nanobots I sent should start transmitting any moment now… what the?! Why are they in a big dish? And isn’t that a lop-eared…
Well. It looks as if I now have gotten bots in Professor Tinker’s vorpal bunny. I’ll tell them to lodge in the rabbit’s vision and hearing brain circuitry. Then, I… WHOA.
Whatever else was in that pot, it made Fluffly go wild! It looks as if it’s ransacking this restaraunt, and the secret lab hidden beneath it. As far as I could tell from the wild ride the monitors received, it looks as if it was Mr. Purple Knight’s lab.
I HAVE TRIUMPHED OVER MY ENEMIES WITHOUT EVEN MEANING TO! MUAHAHAHAHAAAA!
Now, let’s see here. At normal effects of Vorpal Bunny Nip, it’ll wear off in about 2 hours, then the rabbit’ll be out for about 10 hours more. Then, he’ll return to Professor Tinker, and I’ll have bugged (or rabbited) his lab without even realizing it!
Heh heh heh.
Aaron Shades (prof_tinker) says:
Nice! Peaceful, and normal sized! Tip might actually be lucky for once. Were the silverfish the instigators, or do we have a mistake.
The Mad Wars
Well, this has been a pleasant evening so far. Pleaant, intelligent conversation, good food. pity about Miss Narbons outfit.
. . . what the-! Fluffy! What’s gotten into you?! No! Bad Bunny! He’s acting as if- Vorpal Bunny Nip! Oh, dear. . . .
*gets up to chase after Fluffy* I’ll have to ask the waiter to make my excuses of Miss Narbon.
Edwin Quantrall (reynard) says: I’m hoping that He can negotiate some sort of accommodation between the centipedes and the silverfish.
Steve Ford (sford) says:
They don’t look like house centipedes http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/House_centipede
They look more like http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Image:Giant_centipede_16_cm_long.jpg
Let’s home it’s not one of http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Image:Giant_Centipede%2C_Trinidad.jpg
D. Connolly (theogrin) says:
(In honor of Eric Burns’ own poem – check the archives for that one!)
Dear audience, I wish to speak of war,
For wars are such that culture rises on,
Two houses, locked in struggle evermore,
From day to day, each night and every dawn.
The silverfish, a house of great repute,
And centipedes, whose strength was boasted of,
Once met, in feast, the ‘cultured’ and the ‘brute’–
But that one day, they pressed from push to shove.
For, you see, the silverfish, devout,
Were quite opposed to centipedes’ brute force;
Their artistry and music all about
The benefits of thought, above the coarse.
Now, after all, no modern man would claim
That silverfish and centipedes should fight;
Their dietary habits hold no blame;
And one might hope that culture brings us light.
Still, on that day, the fateful feast began,
A celebration much adored by all –
The centipedes had brought fair fare, again
(For this was not the first, the festive ball.)
Now it is clear, to any modern man,
That centipedes and silverfish are not
the sort of creatures that would go to plan
A tryst, between one bug of either lot.
Yet that fine day, in storage annex B,
This tryst came to fruition, it might seem
A lonely girl, a silverfish of three
(Months, of course) was found in state unclean.
The centipede, to benefit of all,
Tried not to hide behind a screen of lies;
His love professed, to houses big and small —
But none of them would listen to his cries.
“We love!” the pair would state assertively,
To all those feelers cold and indiscreet;
But to no good – the pair discovered furtively
Were torn apart, for ne’er the twain should meet.
That day, a war was founded ‘twixt the two,
The houses taking arms against their foe –
And to this time, the noble red and charming blue
Still fight, amongst the annexes below.
Jeffrey Channing Wells (channing) says: Wow. Nicely done, Dennis.