(TUNE: “Maria” from The Sound of Music, Rodgers & Hammerstein)
How do you get some help from Captain Wilkin?
Ordering him to bring the files to you …
What do you call this guy that I am filkin’?
A flibbertigibbet who hasn’t a thing to do!
Do you detect a vocal tone sarcastic?
Mincing around so sprightly and so coy!
Then right on the cheek of Chris,
He’s planting a juicy kiss,
Saying that service is his only joy!
Oh, how do you get some help from Captain Wilkin?
Boss him around like he’s an errand boy!
I keep wondering about the Robokitty shirt. Knew someone on City of Heroes named Robokitty@Virtue. Likely just a coincidence. Really do miss that game, in any case.
If Chris has an ounce of genre-savviness, he should pull a Rincewind right now.
Watch Tip sashay down the hall, walk calmly to the nearest exit, and once out of sight run like his a– is on fire and the Devil is chasing him with a hotdog on a stick.
Hey, there are mad social scientists in the Narboniverse, right? Maybe everyone’s been watching the wrong genius slowly go mad all this time. Chris’ derision is sort of like the laughter of a fool at the Institute.
“I… did I break him?”
No, Chris- Much like a Yakov Smirnoff joke, I believe he broke YOU.
BTW, I’m beginning to think Bubbles is being piloted by Stimpson J. Cat.
Great…from now on I’m going to read her ‘Joy’ dialog in Stimpy’s voice.
;3
I see Tip succeeded in getting Chris to quit hassling him. That’ll teach Chris to be a dick to a transvestite psychologist. š
Even a one-track water dispenser girlbot can’t resist Tip.
the only way I can describe this is “I don’t understand souls”
Tip be trollin’.
Flibbertigibbet, I haven’t heard that since my friend’s mom passed away.
Tip Wilkins: Master of Snarkiness Judo.
And Moustachio just watches silently.
Yay, Tip! Master of Snark!
The Snark-fu is strong in this one…
Joy is his only service.
You’re definitely not typing about Wilkin.
It had to be said about someone, sooner or later.
Servicing is his only joy?
flibĀ·berĀ·tiĀ·gibĀ·bet [flib-er-tee-jib-it]
noun
1. a chattering or flighty, light-headed person.
2. Archaic. a gossip.
(TUNE: “Maria” from The Sound of Music, Rodgers & Hammerstein)
How do you get some help from Captain Wilkin?
Ordering him to bring the files to you …
What do you call this guy that I am filkin’?
A flibbertigibbet who hasn’t a thing to do!
Do you detect a vocal tone sarcastic?
Mincing around so sprightly and so coy!
Then right on the cheek of Chris,
He’s planting a juicy kiss,
Saying that service is his only joy!
Oh, how do you get some help from Captain Wilkin?
Boss him around like he’s an errand boy!
Tip and Bubbles look like they’re about to break into song.
Skin Horse – The Musical.
I’d pay to see that.
MarkHH, if I ever win the lottery, it’s happening.
Oh Mr. Wilkin. You’re asserting more depth to your character again. And with wonderful confidence and upbeat sense of self.
I keep wondering about the Robokitty shirt. Knew someone on City of Heroes named Robokitty@Virtue. Likely just a coincidence. Really do miss that game, in any case.
You may want to look up “City of Titans” if you really miss Paragon City!
S.W.A.K. indeed! I love them as knows their history, I do!
Glad I’m not the only one who got that.
(It’s “Sealed With A Kiss”, for those who aren’t familiar with Victorian-era writing conventions).
Doubt I would have recognized it, if not for “Going Postal”.
Indeed.
Delightfully onomatopÅic into the bargain.
Tip is moving on to robots. No one is safe.
If Chris has an ounce of genre-savviness, he should pull a Rincewind right now.
Watch Tip sashay down the hall, walk calmly to the nearest exit, and once out of sight run like his a– is on fire and the Devil is chasing him with a hotdog on a stick.
It will save time and humiliation later.
Hey, there are mad social scientists in the Narboniverse, right? Maybe everyone’s been watching the wrong genius slowly go mad all this time. Chris’ derision is sort of like the laughter of a fool at the Institute.