Craig's Future

[Colin]

It has come to light that Craig was recently involved in a heinous plot involving an Egg McMuffin back in the month of April...

Since we at Toon Zone like to be democratic about things... we decided we'd let YOU, the wonderful patrons of these boards, decide Craig's fate! Using the three options he has provided us, we will decide what should be done with him.. Please keep in mind that he has 9 kids, 7 wives, and watches the Dog on Frasier.

Now... to the voting....

[The Mad Hatter]

I propose a fourth option: That he keep his position, yet must have the same sort of Egg McMuffin desecration be done to him as he did to Harley.

[Craig Marinaro]

Shoot...I accidentally hit the "starve to death" option instead of the "hefty bonus" one. Can I have a do-over?

[DR. BELCH]

--have a heart. Or a liver, or a spleen, or perhaps a pancreas with some slight wear-and-tear. Could the Egg McMuffin incident be that bad? Just be grateful it wasn't a hashbrown (they're somewhat greasy and can stain) or a hot cup of joe in the lap. Need I tell you the horror stories of my kid brother and ketchup packets? :eek:

[Jack]

Such behavior now, if not stopped, could lead to larger crimes against humanity, today an Egg McMuffin, tomorrow, a hashbrown, then a hotcake, then (dare I say!) coffee. All leading up to the apocalypse. So if we really want to help Craig better himself, then we have to tough.




Jack:D

[Colin]

Originally posted by Jack
Such behavior now, if not stopped, could lead to larger crimes against humanity, today an Egg McMuffin, tomorrow, a hashbrown, then a hotcake, then (dare I say!) coffee. All leading up to the apocalypse. So if we really want to help Craig better himself, then we have to tough.


I wholeheartedly agree... afterall... if he keeps up his evil ways no Happy Meal, Mighty Kids Meal or Extra Value meal will be safe... it could be the end of Civilization as we know it!!

[Roman Legion]

Aww... c'mon, folks! Have some mercy on the poor guy. He has a weakness for breakfast foods and anything commonly consumed with coffee. It's a love-hate relationship between coffee and food... The food goes so well with coffee, but it takes up space that could instead be filled with the caffinated liquid.

Sure, the Egg McMuffin may have been saturated with an unspecified chemical manufactured by our lab departments, but that's hardly reason to dismiss poor Craig from what he did... umm, what did he do again? I just hope he didn't let anyone eat it.

Romey
--Remembers the time someone ate that mind altering bacon grease. ::shudder::

[Danielle]

Current poll results: Sorry, Craig. No one wants you to get a hefty bonus. Though I don't see why; a really really big bonus would be better. (Question: What does 'hefty' mean?)

So far, it's a tie between keeping the current position and starving to whatever, I don't have a copy of the poll here.


Originally posted by...um...that guy.
Remembers the time someone ate that mind altering bacon grease. ::shudder::

No, no, it was mind altering 'sausage' grease! Honestly, how can you people forget things like that?!

[Sharklady]

> Need I tell you the horror stories of my kid brother and ketchup packets? <

Uh-oh. I have a nasty suspicion that your kid brother and mine have a certain tendency in common.
In my brother's case, it usually manifested itself whenever Dad was down to his last clean shirt... :rolleyes:

[Inque]

i'm a little clueless about this whole "incident" oh well. speaking of mcdonalds, here's a semi-useless fact. they put meat products in their french fries. that's why some people sued mc donalds. if you need proff, write to the company asking about the ingreidents and the cooking methods. it's there. my friend did a project and she's a vegetarian and was angry at mcdonalds.

[Colin]

From the looks of it our dear friend Craig is going to starve to death..... poor Craig.... whatever will his kids do without a father... and what about that poor dog from Frasier??

[Danielle]

Not Eddie! Please not Eddie! EDDIE!!!!!

[Narfpinky]

Ummm, a week ago I voted on this, but I can't remember how I voted, poit.

[Craig Marinaro]

Narfpinky sez:

Ummm, a week ago I voted on this, but I can't remember how I voted, poit.

I know how you voted!

By clicking the cute little button thingee and hitting "submit," silly!

As for me, I'm about done for, thanks to the verdict reached here...feeling woozy from...malnutrition...starving slowly....whoooooa....*plop*

I...I'm floating! Where am I going? Wait...I see a light! What does that sign say? Oh my God, I'm in....NEAVEH!

No, wait...I was floating upside down...it's....HEAVEN! I'm in HEAVEN! Aaaaaaaaaaaaand the cares that hung around me through the weeeek! Seem to vanish like a gambler's lucky streak...when we're out together dancin' cheek to cheek! Oh, I love to go out fishin'...in a river or a creek...but it doesn't thrill me half as much as... Wait...what's that St. Peter is pushing there? Oh, no, St. Peter! Don't do that! I'm sorry! I'll stop singing! I promise! Just don't send me to--

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Official ToonZone Communicator From Beeeyond the Graaaave!

[Jack]

Can you send me a post card from beyond the grave?




Jack:D

[Sharklady]

Or even one-up Carrie Fisher by sending Postcards From *Over* The Edge.

[Danielle]

Originally posted by the dearly departed Craig
As for me, I'm about done for, thanks to the verdict reached here...feeling woozy from...malnutrition...starving slowly....whoooooa....*plop*

I...I'm floating! Where am I going? Wait...I see a light! What does that sign say? Oh my God, I'm in....NEAVEH!

No, wait...I was floating upside down...it's....HEAVEN! I'm in HEAVEN! Aaaaaaaaaaaaand the cares that hung around me through the weeeek! Seem to vanish like a gambler's lucky streak...when we're out together dancin' cheek to cheek! Oh, I love to go out fishin'...in a river or a creek...but it doesn't thrill me half as much as... Wait...what's that St. Peter is pushing there? Oh, no, St. Peter! Don't do that! I'm sorry! I'll stop singing! I promise! Just don't send me to--

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Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaah, heck.

Heck.......heck.........oh, I get it!

How did you get a computer down there? Knowing that place (which I don't, in case you were asking), they'd probably give you an ultra-slow Microsoft computer that cannot block spam from your inbox. Saaaaaaaaaaaaaaaay, that reminds me of that joke....

Oh, but I'm so terrible at telling jokes......Sharklady, you tell it......oh, c'mon, you tell it so well.....whaddya mean you do't know which one I'm talking about? Y'know, the one with Bill Gates?.....Of course you know........oh, all right.

Well, anyway, I heard this from Rudie Fischer. You all know Rudie Fischer? She was the one who married Sam Mintzer's brother. You all know Sam? The one in the cloth business? His father was Max Mintzer....the real estate agent....you all know Max? Good.

Okay, so Bill Gates dies and is deciding between heaven and he-um, the other place. So anyway, he goes there and, upon seeing the devils with pitchforks poking people in the tushies, he asks his guide, St. Peter, what the he-um, the other place was going on. "Oh," he replies. "That was the demo."

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Oh, did I mention that before, St. Peter took him through a tour? And he said-

(longer pause)

No, wait, I forgot to mention that when he saw he-um, the other place, he saw people gambling and having a good time, so he decided to go there. And when he saw the devils with pitchforks, he asked St. Peter why it wasn't like how it was before, so St. Peter says, "Oh, that was just the demo."

(pause. frown)

Oh, I don't think I told it right. Sharklady, you tell it.

[Dante Bunny]

If he does something wrong, can he go to HFIL for me (Home for Infinte Losers). Cell, Frezia and the Ginyu Force are causing trouble down there.

[Jack]

Danielle, I heard that joke, only, it had a salesman, not Bill Gates.

A salesman dies and is greeted by St. Peter, who tells him he has a choice, he can either go to Heaven or Hell. So St. Peter opens the gates of Heaven and the salesman sees everyone being bored, in clouds, doing nothing. Then he showed the salesman Hell, which showed everyone gambling, dancing, and having loads of fun. So, St Peter asked the salesman where he wanted to spend eternity, and the salesman says he wants to go to Hell, so off he went, but when he got there, he met with images of people burning, being poked with pitchforks, and screaming in pain. So the salesman asked the devil why everyone was having such fun when he first visited, but now everything was different, and the devil said "Oh, that was just the demo".


Jack:D

[Narfpinky]

Originally posted by (late?) Craig
I know how you voted!

Really? Then what did I vote for? Starve, Bonus, or Continue?

And if you know how I voted, what else do you know about me? Would that mean you know what I did last summer?

Narfpinky

[Danielle]

PLEASE do not mention that movie!

[Narfpinky]

Originally posted by Danielle
PLEASE do not mention that movie!

Oh, right-o, Danielle, I won't mention it, NARF!

How about I rephrase it: "Would Craig be knowledgeable as to my whereabouts to the previous summer?"

Narfpinky

[DR. BELCH]

NARFPINKY:
Would that mean you know what I did last summer?
The same thing we do every summer, Narfpinky--try to take over the world!
Well, that, and attempt to find a suncreen that doesn't bead up in my fur.

[Danielle]

Originally posted by DR. BELCH
Well, that, and attempt to find a suncreen that doesn't bead up in my fur.

Good luck.

[Roman Legion]

We really need to have a follow-up on this situation. Somebody go make it so. :p

--Romey

[Classic Speedy]

I'm gonna have to plead total ignorance on this one. Who on Earth is Craig and what's the big deal?

And an ADMIN resurrecting a thread?! Now I've seen everything! :p

[Narfpinky]

Congrats on THE oldest thread bump I've ever seen, Romey. :p ;)
Egad, can't confront an Admin for this; he'll *thwap* me on the head if I do. Narf. ;)
[nudges Craig for signs of life]

[Colin]

When last I saw Craig... he was lurking about the Tribble Closet.... I fear the worst... and all about a noew 4-year-old and long-since-digested Egg McMuffin...


Poor Craig... so young... so much life left to live... which, he can't live it would seem.

[Classic Speedy]

Is THIS what you're referring to? http://upn34.com/watercooler/watercooler_story_038080222.html

[Roman Legion]

I'm gonna have to plead total ignorance on this one. Who on Earth is Craig and what's the big deal?

Craig Marinaro... one of the late WBC Gods of Old. He left these lands in search of the meaning of the Lawn Gnomes. May he someday return and bless us with his wisdom... unless he hasn't found it, then I'll have to give him a thwapping.


And an ADMIN resurrecting a thread?! Now I've seen everything! :p

Hey, it's getting replies, isn't it? I felt like stirring things up a little bit. ;)


When last I saw Craig... he was lurking about the Tribble Closet.... I fear the worst... and all about a now 4-year-old and long-since-digested Egg McMuffin...

The Tribble Closet has a secret door leading to the ancient lands where the Lawn Gnomes once ran free. I suspect he was looking for this door. Hope he found it. I sort of stacked all the boxes of Tribble feed against it...


Is THIS what you're referring to? http://upn34.com/watercooler/waterc..._038080222.html

Obviously, that's a copycat crime. It just proves that Egg McMuffins aren't to be taken lightly. :gir:

--Romey

[Classic Speedy]

Hey, it's getting replies, isn't it? I felt like stirring things up a little bit. Well if that's the case, then can I resurrect some old threads like "Different Animation Subcontractors" and "Ultra Sloppy!!!" for the new users?

BTW, I found his Toon Zone profile: http://forums.toonzone.net/member.php?u=7 Wow, he hasn't posted here in a while, has he? ;)

[Roman Legion]

Well if that's the case, then can I resurrect some old threads like "Different Animation Subcontractors" and "Ultra Sloppy!!!" for the new users?

If you think the subjects are still relevant... heck, go right ahead. Reviving old threads may be frowned upon elsewhere, but the WBC gets so little action that it may well be beneficial.


BTW, I found his Toon Zone profile: http://forums.toonzone.net/member.php?u=7 Wow, he hasn't posted here in a while, has he? ;)

Indeed. :sweat:

--Romey

[Colin]

Craig Marinaro... one of the late WBC Gods of Old. He left these lands in search of the meaning of the Lawn Gnomes. May he someday return and bless us with his wisdom... unless he hasn't found it, then I'll have to give him a thwapping.



Hey, it's getting replies, isn't it? I felt like stirring things up a little bit. ;)



The Tribble Closet has a secret door leading to the ancient lands where the Lawn Gnomes once ran free. I suspect he was looking for this door. Hope he found it. I sort of stacked all the boxes of Tribble feed against it...



Obviously, that's a copycat crime. It just proves that Egg McMuffins aren't to be taken lightly. :gir:

--Romey
Knowing Craig, he probably got distracted by some kind of shiny object... he always did have a tendency to do that.

And I thought we decided many years ago that we weren't going to continue to store the Tribble Feed in the Tribble Closet... that it just causes more problems than it's worth? Did we just forget to move the Tribble Feed?

[Roman Legion]

Knowing Craig, he probably got distracted by some kind of shiny object... he always did have a tendency to do that.

And who can blame him? It was another one of his dreams...


And I thought we decided many years ago that we weren't going to continue to store the Tribble Feed in the Tribble Closet... that it just causes more problems than it's worth? Did we just forget to move the Tribble Feed?

Good point. They could have been empty boxes of Tribble feed. The boxes are built like bank safes (for good reason), weighing more than the feed within, so it's hard to tell which ones are empty...

--Romey

[Craig Marinaro]

Aaah, my friends. I suppose you are all wondering where I have been for the last two years. Allow me to enlighten you. But first, dear boy, please fetch me a soy martini...shaken, not blended; for my journeys have been long and trying. I did indeed manage to uncover the secret of the Lawn Gnomes. They turned out to be plotting an insurgence against the Evil Emperor Pulpatine, and they allowed me to join their rebellion after I proved myself worthy by undergoing vigorous training in saber-fighting and starship flight, as well as passing several Iowa reading comprehension tests. My preparation complete, I was allowed to go on the mission. But first came the Great Feast, one of the most wonderous nights of my life. We ate a feast of Who-hash, and indulged in scrumptious Gnome Gnectar, the most heavenly drink known to terrestrial beings. The closest human approximation is the soy martini, explaining my sudden predilection for the drink. Following the Feast was the Dance of the Sixteen-Hundred-and-Ought-Two Veils, a needlessly complicated dance featuring an absurdly over-clothed gnome stripteaser. By the time she got down to the nine hundred and twelfth veil, the last of us had fallen asleep from the influences of the gnectar.

We awoke next morning, and my companion and I set out upon our mission. We arrived at the gates of the Emperor's palace, posing as crafty tailors, and convinced him to buy an invisible suit--naturally, of course, leaving him in the buff. The plan was successful to a point--he was enamored with our pitch, and immediately donned the "suit." However, the nude Emperor did not inspire the laughable reaction for which we had hoped. Instead, the Emperor was disowned by the MPAA because of his flagrant disregard for their nudity regulations. With this last check on his power removed, he found himself fully in control of the land. Although the situation appeared hopeless, I was able to persuade Jack Valenti, the elderly MPAA Master, to come out of retirement and assist us in our fight. His untamed spirit and firm cheeks proved more than a match for the bare baron, and sent Pulpatine flying from the country, never to be heard from again. After all these trials I was naturally exhausted, so I slept for forty days and forty nights. Following such a sleep, I need an extra large dosage of caffeine to awaken me, invulnerable as I am to the drug, so the next forty days and nights were spent in imbibing a mixture of black coffee and Mr. Pibb, nonstop. The next forty days and nights were naturally spent in a prolonged and regular series of potty breaks...I cannot tell you how many movies I had to leave halfway through, never to return. One day I will finish 'Casablanca'...I can't wait to see how Rick and Ilsa overcome their difficulties and live happily ever after!

After I had finished releasing all poisons from my body, I was given my vaccinations and deemed fit and healthy to return to the good ol' TZ forums from whence I came. Now I stand before you good people, and humbly ask if you might be able to spare lodgings for the evening, for I have journeyed many kilometers, and am in desperate need of a shower and shave. Ah, but I have spoken enough, and here is my soy martini, so I shall now retire to a corner booth. Thank you all for your time, and perhaps I shall see you in the morrow.

[Roman Legion]

It appears that after many long trials, countless days and nights of leveling my stats, my Level 99,999 Craig Summon has successfully been cast, yay! Le'me tell ya, that took a lot of dice.

This "Gnome Gnectar" intrigues me. I shall dedicate a large portion of my life to discovering its secrets. This heavenly drink shall be mine! Might you have brought a few samples with you?


I shall now retire to a corner booth. Thank you all for your time, and perhaps I shall see you in the morrow.

Ever welcome you are, in these great halls. :D

--Romey

[Harley]

For the first time ever, the primetime debut of the saga of the Sea Monkeys, as transcribed from chats between some of the elder WBCers. I think my favorite is part 8. Proving once again that you don't need drugs to... oh hell, who am I kidding? Maybe you do need drugs. =x
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Beware the Sea Monkeys
Three college students happened upon a conspiracy. The Sea Monkey Conspiracy! We're providing a transcript of their chats to inform all of the Evil Sea Monkey Menace. Their names have been changed so that people don't bug them on AIM all the time. So, here ya go:

Colin<!-- (9:08:35 PM)--> : I finally actually watched "That 70s Show"...
Harley<!-- (9:08:41 PM)--> :and?
Colin<!-- (9:09:31 PM)--> : wasn't too bad... altho... the hindu/indian/whatever kid didn't seem to really fit... he seems more like the group idiot that is just there cuz some poor shmo needed a job...
Harley<!-- (9:10:10 PM)--> :Actually, he's supposed to not really fit in. He's a transfer student.
Colin<!-- (9:10:40 PM)--> : no wonder I didn't care for him... =X
Colin<!-- (9:11:02 PM)--> : I fell asleep during the first ep (was tired, not cuz it bored me) so didn't really see much of it... but the second ep... was... well...interesting...
Harley<!-- (9:11:42 PM)--> :You missed the first one?
Colin<!-- (9:12:06 PM)--> : I Saw parts of it... I saw up to where the parents were telling the kid with the big hair not to go to NY
Harley<!-- (9:12:31 PM)--> :ah
Colin<!-- (9:13:08 PM)--> : I managed to see all of the second episode, tho... even with having to leave during commercials to check my laundry...
Harley<!-- (9:13:21 PM)--> :gotcha.
Colin<!-- (9:13:42 PM)--> : it doesn't seem like that bad of a show... considering what Fox airs these days...
Harley<!-- (9:14:02 PM)--> :true enough
Colin<!-- (9:14:51 PM)--> : between World's Scariest Trick or Treating Videos and When See Monkeys Attack, it's difficult to find good programming on Fox...
Harley<!-- (9:15:33 PM)--> :heh heh... When Sea Monkeys attack...
Colin<!-- (9:15:55 PM)--> : Those Sea Monkeys can be killer!
Harley<!-- (9:16:07 PM)--> :especially when they gang up on ya.
Colin<!-- (9:16:52 PM)--> : That's the worst part... One Sea Monkey isn't bad... but imagine being bombarded by up to 20 Sea Monkeys? I fear for my life!
Harley<!-- (9:17:05 PM)--> :Oh, the horror!
Colin<!-- (9:17:33 PM)--> : Actually, little known fact, I'm going to be featured in "When Sea Monkeys Attack: Part 2" airing this Fall on Fox! Harley<!-- (9:17:49 PM)--> :As the king sea monkey?
Colin<!-- (9:18:29 PM)--> : nope... I'm in a recreation... I portray "Ralph Waderling" of Shreevesport. He was attacked by 50 Sea Monkeys, and he survived!!
Harley<!-- (9:19:14 PM)--> :But he had to have plastic surgery and now he looks like David Hasselhoff?
Colin<!-- (9:19:36 PM)--> : Yup... so you heard about him...
Harley<!-- (9:19:57 PM)--> :I bet the Germans love him.
Colin<!-- (9:20:30 PM)--> : He tries to avoid Germans because of that fact
Harley<!-- (9:20:44 PM)--> :Wow... I bet they mob him all the time.
Colin<!-- (9:20:46 PM)--> : He's actually turned into a decrepit old man now... it's a shame.
Harley<!-- (9:21:13 PM)--> :Yeah, cause of the sea monkey's poisonous attack.
Colin<!-- (9:21:35 PM)--> : see, they want you to THINK they are harmless...
Harley<!-- (9:21:49 PM)--> :It's mind control, I tell ya.
Colin<!-- (9:22:08 PM)--> : the things they do to make a buck these days...
Harley<!-- (9:22:49 PM)--> :The Gov't is behind it all, I tell ya.
Colin<!-- (9:23:09 PM)--> : why don't that surprise me?


PART II

Colin<!-- (1:40:45 AM)--> : So, H, what about them sea monkeys?
Harley<!-- (1:40:58 AM)--> : Evil!!!!!
Harley<!-- (1:41:12 AM)--> : There was a new attack off the shore of Costa Rica.
Colin<!-- (1:41:32 AM)--> : Wasn't that Philipe Fillipshire?
Harley<!-- (1:42:08 AM)--> : Actually, it was Pepe ElGato
Colin<!-- (1:42:27 AM)--> : Hmm.... Philipe Fillipshire must have been the one from last month...
Colin<!-- (1:42:33 AM)--> : What happened to Pepe?
Harley<!-- (1:43:09 AM)--> : He survived, but he's in a coma... through the coma, you can hear him murmur things about the sea monkeys... he says they're organizing an attack
Colin<!-- (1:43:28 AM)--> : ACK!!!! Not a Sea Monkey attack!!! Arm the death rays!
Harley<!-- (1:43:42 AM)--> : Do you understand the significance of that, man?!?!?!?!?!??!?!?!
Colin<!-- (1:43:51 AM)--> : The world is coming to an end!!!!
Harley<!-- (1:44:07 AM)--> : Arm the death rays a bring out the chia pets!!!!!
Colin<!-- (1:44:28 AM)--> : Let's send Beleeeeenda & Linux Boy out on the Front Lines! hehe
Harley<!-- (1:44:39 AM)--> : and Benkron
Colin<!-- (1:44:50 AM)--> : Can't forget about Benk... =)
Romey<!-- (1:45:01 AM)--> : If anyone, send him!
Colin<!-- (1:47:03 AM)--> : Someone's gotta call the President! The FBI! The CIA! The Armed Forces! My Lawyer!
Harley<!-- (1:48:10 AM)--> : And the pizza guy!
Colin<!-- (1:48:35 AM)--> : Let's see if he can get here in 30 minutes or less!
Harley<!-- (1:48:58 AM)--> : And most important of all, DON'T FORGET THE FUZZY DORITOS!!!!!!!
Colin<!-- (1:49:15 AM)--> : Can't go to war without the Fuzzy Doritos!
Harley<!-- (1:49:30 AM)--> : Don't stay near the shore.... hordes of them jump out of the water and give people noogies!
Harley<!-- (1:49:46 AM)--> : And then they pull them into the water and pants them!
Colin<!-- (1:49:50 AM)--> : I'm gonna have to tell my friends to not go to the beach... that's gonna be hard... =X
Harley<!-- (1:50:41 AM)--> : Just let them all be forewarned.... it's their lives!
Colin<!-- (1:50:59 AM)--> : I will do my best to protect the world from the Sea Monkeys!
Colin<!-- (1:51:36 AM)--> : Someone should contact Space Ghost, too... he's got experience with Sea Monkeys...
Harley<!-- (1:52:03 AM)--> : Yeah... maybe he can get moltar to do something with the volcanos.
Colin<!-- (1:52:30 AM)--> : Hmm... I think this War may have been started because of Space Ghost... Remember how he treated his pet Sea Monkey?
Harley<!-- (1:53:08 AM)--> : Oooh... Banjo.
Harley<!-- (1:54:02 AM)--> : But he'll know how to fight them
Colin<!-- (1:54:19 AM)--> : True... He had to kill Banjo for self protection...
Romey<!-- (1:54:49 AM)--> : Ok, made some improvements...
Romey<!-- (1:55:04 AM)--> : Yes he knows.
Colin<!-- (1:55:12 AM)--> : Ooh... a better plan in the fight against the Sea Monkeys?
Romey<!-- (1:55:15 AM)--> : From his birth, that all those people's lives,
<!--(2:21:29 AM) -->Siren has left the room.
Romey<!-- (2:21:37 AM)--> : And there she goes...
Colin<!-- (2:22:14 AM)--> : :::waves goodbye:::
Harley<!-- (2:22:27 AM)--> :ah well
Romey<!-- (2:23:09 AM)--> : So... now what =X
Colin<!-- (2:23:25 AM)--> : The same thing we do everynite... try to figure out how to stop the Sea Monkeys!
Harley<!-- (2:23:26 AM)--> :wha?
Harley<!-- (2:24:33 AM)--> :she am back on buddy list
Colin<!-- (2:24:42 AM)--> : ooh
Harley<!-- (2:25:33 AM)--> :if I invite her, aim crashes on me
Romey<!-- (2:25:52 AM)--> : Well, I must be going... G'night!
Colin<!-- (2:26:13 AM)--> : yeah... it is getting late... maybe we should just call it a night...
Romey<!-- (2:26:26 AM)--> : Bye all!
Romey<!-- (2:26:29 AM)--> : ::poof::
<!--(2:26:43 AM) -->Romey has left the room.


PART III

Harley<!-- (12:33:03 AM)--> :there aren't any sea monkeys hiding here...... are there?
Romey<!-- (12:33:06 AM)--> : Hi folks!
Harley<!-- (12:33:09 AM)--> :hola
Siren<!-- (12:33:11 AM)--> : I just heard on the news the Sea Monkeys took over indoneisa!
Romey<!-- (12:33:19 AM)--> : None that I see, but be careful anyways...
Harley<!-- (12:33:33 AM)--> :Nooo!!!!! what'll we do without indonesia?!??!?
Romey<!-- (12:33:44 AM)--> : The Bob could always show up too.
Siren<!-- (12:33:52 AM)--> : Well, we'll just have to get our Spandex from somewhere else!
Siren<!-- (12:33:58 AM)--> : NOT THE BOB!?!?!
Romey<!-- (12:34:02 AM)--> : Wouln't want them to show up...
Siren<!-- (12:34:11 AM)--> : Or the Atari Raiders!
Harley<!-- (12:34:34 AM)--> :What'll we do w/o spandex???
Siren<!-- (12:34:46 AM)--> : Use rubber bands, I guess.
Harley<!-- (12:35:07 AM)--> :Oh, wait exercise classes will be safer w/o spandex.... it's ok.... they can have Indonesia.
Romey<!-- (12:35:01 AM)--> : Y'know those pictures of aliens with the skinny bodies, and really big heads with black, almond shaped eyes?
Siren<!-- (12:35:16 AM)--> : You mean my cousins? Yeah...
Harley<!-- (12:35:22 AM)--> :Those the Bobs' second cousins?
Romey<!-- (12:35:40 AM)--> : Those are really the Bob's flight suits. Those big heads are specialized crash helmets.
Harley<!-- (12:35:54 AM)--> :I know an alien who looks like that. I call him Artie. He's the party alien.
Siren<!-- (12:35:55 AM)--> : Uh-oh. What happened to my cousins?!
Harley<!-- (12:36:03 AM)--> :It's all a farce.
Romey<!-- (12:36:15 AM)--> : Maybe your cousins were assimilated.
Harley<!-- (12:36:15 AM)--> :Noooooooo!!!
Siren<!-- (12:36:21 AM)--> : May the farce be with you!
Harley<!-- (12:36:32 AM)--> :I certainly hope so
Romey<!-- (12:36:35 AM)--> : The Bob plan to make us all like them.
Harley<!-- (12:36:46 AM)--> :Well the bob can't have my Chia pet! Dammit!
Siren<!-- (12:36:59 AM)--> : Or my Rubber Duckie!
Romey<!-- (12:37:01 AM)--> : Better guard that Chia carefully!
Harley<!-- (12:37:07 AM)--> :That's where I draw the line!
Harley<!-- (12:37:19 AM)--> :Wait... I don't have a chia pet.....
Siren<!-- (12:37:22 AM)--> : Those Bobstards are toast!
Romey<!-- (12:37:56 AM)--> : And if they can't steal your Rubber Ducks and Chia pets, they'll turn *you* into a Bob, if you don't be careful. I tell you this as a dire warning, the Bob are coming!
Harley<!-- (12:38:15 AM)--> :(Playing really cool music in the background while we suit up in our bob-eliminating suits.... with frickin' lasers")
Siren<!-- (12:38:19 AM)--> : Of course, if we strike a deal with the Darwckab Sressuc, we may be okay, but there is a price
Harley<!-- (12:38:45 AM)--> :toenail clippings?
Romey<!-- (12:38:46 AM)--> : Of course there's a price!
Siren<!-- (12:38:57 AM)--> : We must all cuss backwards!
Harley<!-- (12:39:13 AM)--> :Are you sure they don't want toenail clippings?
Romey<!-- (12:39:18 AM)--> : They want to borrow our Visas too, cuz they won't take American Express.
Siren<!-- (12:39:35 AM)--> : timmad!
Harley<!-- (12:39:38 AM)--> :some things are priceless....
Siren<!-- (12:39:53 AM)--> : For everything else, there's Mastercard
Harley<!-- (12:40:17 AM)--> :and cheezballs... but that's a whole 'nother matter
Romey<!-- (12:40:22 AM)--> : Absolutely.
Siren<!-- (12:40:27 AM)--> : If I give up my toenail clippings, I'll have nothing to feed my boss!!
{Harley crawling into fetal position and starts cringing and twitching.}
Siren<!-- (12:41:01 AM)--> : The Cheezeballs...weren't they the ones who tried to steal the milk from Mooidia?
Romey<!-- (12:41:20 AM)--> : He *eats* them? That's worse than the folks who use them as a cheap alternatives to press-on nails!
Siren<!-- (12:41:34 AM)--> : She eats them...my boss Eileen...whoops....
Harley<!-- (12:41:44 AM)--> :They also stole all the fuzzy doritos...
Romey<!-- (12:41:50 AM)--> : Dang...
Siren<!-- (12:41:52 AM)--> : And the frogs
Romey<!-- (12:42:01 AM)--> : They took all the good stuff!
Siren<!-- (12:42:13 AM)--> : Except my glow in the dark Epilady!
Romey<!-- (12:42:24 AM)--> : How about the sour cream that went bad? What was that called?
Siren<!-- (12:42:32 AM)--> : Dinner
Harley<!-- (12:42:35 AM)--> :Bad sour cream?
Romey<!-- (12:42:48 AM)--> : You're both correct!
Siren<!-- (12:42:53 AM)--> : Yay!!
Harley<!-- (12:43:02 AM)--> :What do I win? What do I win? What do I win?
Siren<!-- (12:43:06 AM)--> : I also use it to clean my toes!
Harley<!-- (12:43:17 AM)--> :No more toes!
Siren<!-- (12:43:22 AM)--> : lol
Romey<!-- (12:43:23 AM)--> : Siren, tell her what she's won!
Siren<!-- (12:43:39 AM)--> : A six pack of stale vodka and a pound of Cheezeballs to drink it with!
Harley<!-- (12:43:50 AM)--> :NEEEEEEEEEE HAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA
Romey<!-- (12:43:54 AM)--> : Now I'm jealous...
Harley<!-- (12:44:03 AM)--> :Do I get to go to Euro Disney?
Siren<!-- (12:44:17 AM)--> : Well, okay. You can have Dark Gouda come to your house and eat old spinach. Does that make up for it?
Siren<!-- (12:44:21 AM)--> : No, even better...
Siren<!-- (12:44:25 AM)--> : RADIO DISNEY!!!
Harley<!-- (12:44:28 AM)--> :What? What? What?
Harley<!-- (12:44:45 AM)--> :YEAH, BABY! I am da bomb!
Siren<!-- (12:44:50 AM)--> : Boom!
Harley<!-- (12:44:54 AM)--> :{Doing her happy jig}
Harley<!-- (12:45:04 AM)--> :{boom shaka laka}
Siren<!-- (12:45:06 AM)--> : Chicken Dance, everyone!!
Harley<!-- (12:45:29 AM)--> :chick chick chick
Siren<!-- (12:45:34 AM)--> : *Pours sour cream down Harley's back*
Harley<!-- (12:45:43 AM)--> :do the funky chicken
Harley<!-- (12:45:55 AM)--> :eeeeekkkkk..... no fuzzy doritos for you!
Romey<!-- (12:45:57 AM)--> : Direct from Doug TenNapel: "If you wake up someday and you're in prison, serving a life sentence, you just raise your head up and say: I-am-the-best!!!"
Siren<!-- (12:46:02 AM)--> : Ok. I'm sorry.
Harley<!-- (12:46:23 AM)--> :It's ok. You can have some fuzzy Doritos
Siren<!-- (12:46:25 AM)--> : I've got it!! RAM everything! Even the gigabytes!
Romey<!-- (12:46:53 AM)--> : 9,000 Gigs of RAM, and can't answer a simple question!
Siren<!-- (12:47:02 AM)--> : *Inhales the fuzz and falls on the floor in extacy*
Romey<!-- (12:47:08 AM)--> : lol...
Harley<!-- (12:47:09 AM)--> :lol
Harley<!-- (12:47:22 AM)--> :Want some fuzzy doritos, romey?
Romey<!-- (12:47:36 AM)--> : Only if they're fortified with germs!
Siren<!-- (12:47:47 AM)--> : *get's back up*
Siren<!-- (12:47:58 AM)--> : Oooh. That tickled my nose!
Romey<!-- (12:48:03 AM)--> : ROFL...
Siren<!-- (12:48:14 AM)--> : Hotbot.Yahoo!
Harley<!-- (12:48:30 AM)--> :Heh heh heh
Siren<!-- (12:48:44 AM)--> : I need an electric snowman. NOW!!!
Harley<!-- (12:49:27 AM)--> :Yes, ma'am {frightened, harley runs to go make one}
Romey<!-- (12:49:35 AM)--> : I was watching reruns of the "Galloping Gourmet" a few days ago. I heard a fascinated story, but the joke only works if I can manage to type it with an accent. (And it lasts 15 minutes)
Siren<!-- (12:49:37 AM)--> : *tears out a page of Romey's new text book and eats it*
Romey<!-- (12:49:52 AM)--> : What new text book? I didn't but any yet! =)
Romey<!-- (12:49:59 AM)--> : Err... buy!
Siren<!-- (12:50:00 AM)--> : Oops
Siren<!-- (12:50:08 AM)--> : I wonder whose that was...
Romey<!-- (12:50:16 AM)--> : Hmm... Colin's?
Siren<!-- (12:50:27 AM)--> : Whoops. I'm going to get a thwaping for that
Romey<!-- (12:50:47 AM)--> : Nah, he'll never find out whose teeth marks those are...
Siren<!-- (12:50:58 AM)--> : But he might test the DNA I left behind!
Harley<!-- (12:51:07 AM)--> :Simpson dna
Siren<!-- (12:51:20 AM)--> : Where's my snowman, sister?!
Harley<!-- (12:51:26 AM)--> :Hey, siren... you didn't get to see this... romey did.....
Romey<!-- (12:51:33 AM)--> : But how will he match it to yours? Unless he's keeping genetic records on all of us!
Harley<!-- (12:51:33 AM)--> :On it's way, mum.
Siren<!-- (12:51:40 AM)--> : Danke
Harley<!-- (12:51:50 AM)--> :I think some ******* whispered something about me to his date on the bus today. I saw him looking at me out of the corner of my eye and then he turned to her and next thing I know is she's saying, "Oh, you're so bad" and giggling.
Siren<!-- (12:51:56 AM)--> : Ahh, Craklin' Rose get on board...
Harley<!-- (12:51:58 AM)--> :I came up with some creative ideas as to how he could "accidentally" have something happen to him
Siren<!-- (12:52:08 AM)--> : Hehe
Colin: ooh... do tell! do tell!
Harley: there was me "Accidentally" ripping his head off.
Colin: whoops... how did that happen? =X
Harley: and there was the one where I went to the front of the bus... pushed the driver away... drove really really fast and hit the brakes.... he was in the back row right in the only seat that faces right down the aisle.... I figured if I went fast enough he'd hit the window in the front.
Siren<!-- (12:52:26 AM)--> : Yipes!
Colin: ooh... another fun one!
Harley: and then there was the acupuncture one.... where I don't know where the right pressure points are... I'd have to experiment.
Colin: I bet that's something you've always wanted to learn, too
Siren<!-- (12:52:50 AM)--> : I know I know!!
Harley<!-- (12:52:58 AM)--> :What better time?
Colin: yep... and you don't learn if you don't try
Harley: hey, there ya go.
Colin: I decided I'm gonna learn how to be a knife thrower!
Harley: and finally, there's the anvil. I'd like to see if he'd really make an accordian shape.
Harley: yay knife throwing.
Siren<!-- (12:53:10 AM)--> : *Does failed Vulcan Neck Pinch on Romey*
Harley<!-- (12:53:34 AM)--> : *And fails*
Harley<!-- (12:53:23 AM)--> :Here's your snowman, mum.
Siren<!-- (12:54:06 AM)--> : Thanks! *Bites off nose and throws it against the wall, then runs around screaming "PEPPERMINT SHOPPSSSSSSS!!!!!!"*
Harley<!-- (12:54:26 AM)--> :Oh my... I think we'll need to sedate her....
Harley<!-- (12:54:38 AM)--> :Who's got the elephant tranquilizers?!?!??
Romey<!-- (12:54:40 AM)--> : Mwa ha ha! Siren doesn't know I wear Vulcan Neck Pinch Padding around my head!
Siren<!-- (12:54:42 AM)--> : *Runs into wall and knocks self to floor*
Siren<!-- (12:54:53 AM)--> : Ouch!
Harley<!-- (12:55:02 AM)--> :heh heh heh
Siren<!-- (12:55:15 AM)--> : *rubbing head* What happened?
Harley<!-- (12:55:38 AM)--> :Romey gave you a noogie and you went insane.
Romey<!-- (12:55:51 AM)--> : Hey! =P
Harley<!-- (12:56:13 AM)--> :Heh heh heh.... when all else fails... place the blame on someone else.
Siren<!-- (12:56:15 AM)--> : I need a beer
Harley<!-- (12:56:24 AM)--> :I need a lobotomy.
Romey<!-- (12:56:32 AM)--> : Tsk, tsk... oh, wait... you're over 21... sorry ;-)
Siren<!-- (12:56:37 AM)--> : Hehe
Siren<!-- (12:56:47 AM)--> : I need an enema
Harley<!-- (12:56:53 AM)--> :I'm 21... can I have a lobotomy?
Romey<!-- (12:58:22 AM)--> : "Give yourself a lobotomy at home! That's right, for just 3 easy payments of $29.95, you can learn how to use this amazing medical procedure on yourself, in the comfort of your own home! Must be 21 or older to call..."
Harley<!-- (12:59:11 AM)--> :Home lobotomy? YAY.... fun for the entire family.
Siren<!-- (1:00:12 AM)--> : *yawns, starts chewing on her own toenails*
Harley<!-- (1:00:29 AM)--> :evil toenails!!!!!!!!!!!
Siren<!-- (1:01:28 AM)--> : Romey!
Romey<!-- (1:01:55 AM)--> : Yes, Siren? =)
Siren<!-- (1:02:10 AM)--> : You told me to let you know the minute Planet Kafa was in sight!
Harley<!-- (1:02:18 AM)--> :and?
Siren<!-- (1:02:25 AM)--> : Planet Kafa is in site!
Romey<!-- (1:02:33 AM)--> : Then why didn't you say so sooner!
Siren<!-- (1:02:40 AM)--> : I'm really a Spaceball
Siren<!-- (1:03:26 AM)--> : My real name is White Helmet, and I am the illigitamate child of Dark Helmet and Commanderette Zircon
Harley<!-- (1:03:26 AM)--> :the chuck E. Cheese mouse?
Romey<!-- (1:03:45 AM)--> : Siren: Gee, how'd *that* happen... =X
Siren<!-- (1:03:50 AM)--> : Osmosis
Romey<!-- (1:04:00 AM)--> : Oh, of course! Duh...
Harley<!-- (1:04:07 AM)--> :I think either your mother or father have a lot of explaining to do.
Siren<!-- (1:04:21 AM)--> : Yeah....especially because they let Sandurz raise me!
Romey<!-- (1:04:41 AM)--> : Woah... did he ever take you skydiving?
Siren<!-- (1:05:30 AM)--> : A couple of times, but he chickened out, and I ended up crashing through the Capital buliding into Skroob's office
Romey<!-- (1:05:53 AM)--> : Sandurz was chicken? Who would'a thought...
Siren<!-- (1:06:03 AM)--> : I hear he's having an affair with Princess Vespa...
Harley<!-- (1:06:06 AM)--> :I heard you ruined his canned air
Romey<!-- (1:06:12 AM)--> : Tsk, tsk...
Siren<!-- (1:06:18 AM)--> : No, actually, I ruined his car...
Siren<!-- (1:06:33 AM)--> : I killed Kenny in it
Harley<!-- (1:06:50 AM)--> :You killed Kenny?!??!??
Siren<!-- (1:07:11 AM)--> : Actually, he killed himself--I just got blamed
Harley<!-- (1:07:24 AM)--> :that's what you say now.

[Harley]

PART IV

Harley<!-- (12:21:18 AM)--> :when watching jewel perform a song, do you e'er find yourself just staring at her one chipped/malformed tooth the entire time?
Romey<!-- (12:21:47 AM)--> : Umm... Personally, I don't remember the last time I watched her perform, so no...
Harley<!-- (12:22:14 AM)--> :ah, ok just asking
Romey<!-- (12:22:56 AM)--> : But if I ever do, that's now gonna be the first thing I'll look for ;-)
Romey<!-- (12:23:49 AM)--> : Look at the tooth!!! ;-)
Harley<!-- (12:24:18 AM)--> :The tooth! It's staring right back at me! I think... I think it's trying to say something....
Romey<!-- (12:24:49 AM)--> : He he...
Harley<!-- (12:26:13 AM)--> :I think it's saying,,, "Take me to... your enchilada?"... "Oh, no... wait... it said leader."
Romey<!-- (12:28:40 AM)--> : Celeb's with chipped teeth... didn't Jim Carrey have one a them too?
Siren<!-- (12:26:21 AM)--> : Hmm...it told me there was a frog in my pants last time I looked
Harley<!-- (12:26:28 AM)--> :was there?
Harley<!-- (12:26:37 AM)--> :it could've been lying
Siren<!-- (12:26:48 AM)--> : No, but there was an iguana
Harley<!-- (12:26:55 AM)--> :oh, my
Siren<!-- (12:27:13 AM)--> : Yah. Good it didn't bite me
Harley<!-- (12:27:14 AM)--> :watch out for them iguanas... they're as bad as the sea monkeys
Siren<!-- (12:27:25 AM)--> : Yeah, so I hear
Harley<!-- (12:29:09 AM)--> :John Jacob Jingleheimer Matumba can attest to that. He was sleeping in his pod and the sea monkeys put a blindfold on him... he got up to get a drink of water and tripped right over an iguana and fell into a cream pie.
Romey<!-- (12:30:32 AM)--> : They sound as bad as the Bob...
Harley<!-- (12:31:04 AM)--> :Those sea monkeys are real S.O.B.'s. Let's just hope they never join leagues with the Chia Heads and the Pet Rocks... we're doomed if that happens.
Romey<!-- (12:31:36 AM)--> : The Bob liked to come down from their spaceships into a certain spooky bedroom at camp... They plan to assimilate all of us!
Harley<!-- (12:31:48 AM)--> :Eeek!
Romey<!-- (12:32:07 AM)--> : They're beings from the 2nd dimension, ya know.
Siren<!-- (12:32:09 AM)--> : yeah, we'll all have to move to the Planet of the Apes with Roddy McDowall and Col. Sandurz!
Harley<!-- (12:32:25 AM)--> :Those damned, dirty apes!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Siren<!-- (12:32:25 AM)--> : Yipes!



PART V

Romey<!-- (12:47:32 AM)--> : You've taken a course or two in 3-D Studio, or Maya, or something like that, yes?
Harley<!-- (12:47:43 AM)--> :Both
Romey<!-- (12:48:22 AM)--> : Ok, what other courses involving computer graphic applications have you taken?
Harley<!-- (12:52:00 AM)--> :Nothing, really.
Romey<!-- (12:52:23 AM)--> : Ok, just wonderin' =)
Romey<!-- (12:52:58 AM)--> : Were you required to take any prerequisites for that?
Harley<!-- (12:53:03 AM)--> :Nope.
Romey<!-- (12:53:56 AM)--> : Were those classes grouped under anything? Or were they just on their own?
Harley<!-- (12:55:11 AM)--> :uh... depends... they could be considered art or math classes.
Romey<!-- (12:55:55 AM)--> : Ok, starting at the beginning of my problem...
Romey<!-- (12:57:39 AM)--> : At the local Community College in which I'm enrolled for one semester, they group such classes under a certain major... "Computer Graphic Design" (Though they don't have anything higher than intoductory 3-D Studio)
Romey<!-- (12:58:35 AM)--> : But it's still 3-D Studio, introductory or not... anyway, I digress...
Harley<!-- (12:58:38 AM)--> :Yech
Harley<!-- (12:58:43 AM)--> :gfi tho
Romey<!-- (12:59:35 AM)--> : *But* ...in order to take it, you *must* complete CGD107 and CGD237 first...
Harley<!-- (12:59:57 AM)--> :what if you get the prof's permission?
Romey<!-- (1:00:35 AM)--> : Not much chance of that so far as I can tell... =X
Harley<!-- (1:01:47 AM)--> :Check into it tho. Usually if you get either the Dept. Head's permission or the Profs permission it's cool. Check with your advisor.
Romey<!-- (1:02:10 AM)--> : I'm going to ask anyway, but the prof is *obsessed* with her CGD courses... that they're the pathway to all things vital to life in the modern world... =X
Romey<!-- (1:02:19 AM)--> : And my advisor is her twin sister...
Romey<!-- (1:02:52 AM)--> : Interestingly enough... =)
Harley<!-- (1:03:40 AM)--> : An evil twin sister?
Romey<!-- (1:04:27 AM)--> : Nah, my advisor is her good twin sister as far as I can tell... The teacher of the class is the evil one, it seems... =X
Harley<!-- (1:05:34 AM)--> :ah... I told you... there's always an evil one.... bet her name's Skippy.
Harley<!-- (1:49:56 AM)--> :but I think we've exhausted that.... so why don't we talk about sea brine?
Romey<!-- (1:50:25 AM)--> : You mean those little shrimp like things that whales like to eat?
Harley<!-- (1:50:51 AM)--> :yah. How about those sea brine?
Harley<!-- (1:51:06 AM)--> :Are they water logged or what?
Romey<!-- (1:51:17 AM)--> : The Japanese like to eat them too, even though it's considered a health hazard.
Romey<!-- (1:51:35 AM)--> : Very water logged!
Harley<!-- (1:52:07 AM)--> :Really? why? Do they attack with their fierce, sharp, non-existent claws?
Romey<!-- (1:53:02 AM)--> : By the time they reach the markets, the brine contain 7 times the maximum recommended daily intake of flouride. Good for your teeth, bad for the rest of you. Kinda like swallowing that mouthrinse they give kids in grade school...
Harley<!-- (1:53:18 AM)--> :ah... I see.
Harley<!-- (1:53:39 AM)--> :Mental Note - Brine am bad.
Romey<!-- (1:54:34 AM)--> : Personally, I think it's just a way for the brine to get revenge on us. Life's hard enough for them as it is. Whales eat
enough of them they don't need humans gobbling them up too!
Harley<!-- (1:55:08 AM)--> :Not like the sea monkeys.
Harley<!-- (1:55:28 AM)--> :but then, it always comes back to them.... just like celery.
Romey<!-- (1:55:54 AM)--> : Or maybe the brine aren't responsible... Maybe the sea monkeys are poisoning the little shrimps with fluoride in hopes of wiping out the human race!
Harley<!-- (1:56:12 AM)--> :I knew it!
Harley<!-- (1:56:30 AM)--> :It all makes sense!
Romey<!-- (1:56:57 AM)--> : Darn them sea monkeys! Y'know, they almost went extinct, but they had a secret plan to make a comeback...
Harley<!-- (1:57:34 AM)--> :Yes.... The amazing ability of humans falling prey to fads.
Harley<!-- (1:58:01 AM)--> :and celery
Romey<!-- (1:58:39 AM)--> : Yep... They used humans to bring them back from the edge of extinction and this is how they repay us...
Harley<!-- (1:59:09 AM)--> :at least we have the slinkys
Romey<!-- (1:59:29 AM)--> : Mwa ha ha! And the rubic's cubes!
Harley<!-- (1:59:54 AM)--> :and the rubic's puzzles that my uncle kept breaking on me.
Romey<!-- (2:00:11 AM)--> : Hehe... yours did that too?
Harley<!-- (2:00:28 AM)--> :twice...
Romey<!-- (2:00:38 AM)--> : Ooh...
Harley<!-- (2:01:17 AM)--> :what if the sea monkeys manufactured them using cheap plastics dumped by the humans on the bottom of the sea... in a plot to take over the world, of course...
Romey<!-- (2:01:47 AM)--> : Hmm... I never looked at it that way before...
Harley<!-- (2:02:36 AM)--> :They made the puzzles to keep our simple minds occupied while they do their thing...
Romey<!-- (2:03:22 AM)--> : Oooh... but they haven't fooled all of us! Maybe we still have an 11th hour chance at defeating their hordes....
Harley<!-- (2:03:22 AM)--> :and the sea monkeys in our homes are actually agents of the king sea monkey. They're here to make sure we don't find out....
Harley<!-- (2:03:45 AM)--> :they watch us in our sleep.... with celery.
Romey<!-- (2:04:00 AM)--> : Luckily, my home is sea monkey free! At least I think it is... hmm...
Romey<!-- (2:04:23 AM)--> : Luckily, I had my rabbit dispose of the celery...
Harley<!-- (2:04:28 AM)--> :I'm just randomly adding, "with celery" to the end of sentences... don't mind me.
Romey<!-- (2:04:37 AM)--> : Hehe...
Romey<!-- (2:05:02 AM)--> : Cel-cel-celer-e-e-e!
Harley<!-- (2:05:08 AM)--> :it just adds that extra, "oomph"
Romey<!-- (2:05:28 AM)--> : And a mild salty zest to soups and salads!
Harley<!-- (2:05:36 AM)--> :indeed!
Romey<!-- (2:06:00 AM)--> : Great with cream cheese, too...
Harley<!-- (2:06:08 AM)--> :num num
Harley<!-- (2:06:37 AM)--> :What if we were able to figure out a way to defeat the sea monkey's with fuzzy doritos?
Romey<!-- (2:06:55 AM)--> : Hmm... I don't suppose the fruit flies are part of the sea monkey alliance?
Harley<!-- (2:07:22 AM)--> :I'd believe it
Romey<!-- (2:07:32 AM)--> : Hmm... We'll have to put our leading researchers in charge of the Dorito question.
Harley<!-- (2:08:01 AM)--> :Colin?
Romey<!-- (2:08:12 AM)--> : Ya think the lady bugs might be in on it too? They invade local houses by the millions just before winter.
Romey<!-- (2:08:20 AM)--> : Sure, Colin will have to do...
Harley<!-- (2:08:31 AM)--> :He'd love hearing that.... =X
Romey<!-- (2:08:37 AM)--> : Hehe...
Harley<!-- (2:09:00 AM)--> :We'll get our crack research team on it!... no they don't research crack!
Romey<!-- (2:09:17 AM)--> : rofl...
Romey<!-- (2:09:28 AM)--> : How about cracks in the pavement?
Harley<!-- (2:09:41 AM)--> :all kinds of cracks
Romey<!-- (2:09:54 AM)--> : Hmm... cracks in people's backs too?
Romey<!-- (2:10:13 AM)--> : I'd work on it, but I'm busy defending my own house from the flies at the moment...
Harley<!-- (2:10:17 AM)--> :{crawling into fetal position and twitching}
Romey<!-- (2:10:38 AM)--> : It's gonna be a brutal battle...
Romey<!-- (2:11:18 AM)--> : The sea monkeys have already genetically engineered the fruit flies so that they're not dependant on fruit any longer.
Harley<!-- (2:11:20 AM)--> :Well, we'll have to do what my brother does in fights... fall on the floor and scream like a little girly-girl
Romey<!-- (2:11:51 AM)--> : But will they give us their sympathy? Do they even have emotions?
Harley<!-- (2:12:20 AM)--> :Maybe we just don't understand the sea monkeys
Romey<!-- (2:13:00 AM)--> : Maybe we don't understand them, but they surely understand us... more than we realize...
Harley<!-- (2:13:30 AM)--> :Al Gore?
Romey<!-- (2:14:23 AM)--> : Hmm... Well, he's a Bob, that's for sure... whether or not the Bob are allies with the sea monkeys remains to be seen...
Harley<!-- (2:14:44 AM)--> :There's a lot of alliances against us
Harley<!-- (2:15:17 AM)--> :They pretend to be... but the Bobs want to take over the world even more than the sea monkeys
Romey<!-- (2:16:05 AM)--> : You mean... after they've assimilated us, they'll turn on the sea monkeys and assimilate them too? And all will be Bob. Bob will be all?
Harley<!-- (2:16:21 AM)--> :Bob will be all
Harley<!-- (2:16:36 AM)--> :and celery
Romey<!-- (2:16:49 AM)--> : (Hides under the table) This is scary...
Harley<!-- (2:17:31 AM)--> :it is... conspiracy upon conspiracy...
Romey<!-- (2:18:03 AM)--> : Wrapped in a mystery inside an enigma...
Harley<!-- (2:18:17 AM)--> :wrapped inside of a pita
Romey<!-- (2:18:45 AM)--> : Wrapped in a wrapper in a takeout bag.
Harley<!-- (2:19:02 AM)--> :in a box
Romey<!-- (2:19:15 AM)--> : In a delivery van.
Harley<!-- (2:19:22 AM)--> :in a tunnel
Romey<!-- (2:19:47 AM)--> : under the ocean, between England and France.
Harley<!-- (2:20:20 AM)--> :I was gonna say something with underpants.... but ah.... nevermind
Harley<!-- (2:21:56 AM)--> :I think I'm gonna hit the sack now.
Romey<!-- (2:22:07 AM)--> : Ok, G'night! =)
Harley<!-- (2:22:07 AM)--> :beware the king sea monkey
Harley<!-- (2:22:11 AM)--> :night!
Romey<!-- (2:22:16 AM)--> : I shall! And beware the Bob!
Romey<!-- (2:22:28 AM)--> : Bye!
Harley<!-- (2:22:35 AM)--> :bye!!!
Romey<!-- (2:22:38 AM)--> : ::poof::



PART VII

Colin<!-- (10:04:36 PM)--> : Beware the sea monkeys!!!
Harley<!-- (10:04:54 PM)--> : Auuuughhhh sea monkeys!!!! where?
Colin<!-- (10:05:09 PM)--> : Over there... Hiding...
Harley<!-- (10:05:28 PM)--> : Damn them. I bet they're leering at us.
Colin<!-- (10:06:04 PM)--> : They are probably plotting against us...
Harley<!-- (10:07:18 PM)--> : I bet.... but if you say the magic words of encouragement your guardian gnome, Paul, will protect you
Colin<!-- (10:07:32 PM)--> : It's not Paul... it's Hoozbar!
Harley<!-- (10:08:02 PM)--> : No, he's the demi-god.... there are social classes of gnomes..... d'uh!!!!
Colin<!-- (10:08:21 PM)--> : Okay... So, what's the words of encouragement?
Harley<!-- (10:09:04 PM)--> : Bricka-Bracka! firecrakah! Sis-boom-bah!
Harley<!-- (10:09:23 PM)--> : Lawn Gnomes! Lawn Gnomes! Rah! Rah! Rah!
Colin<!-- (10:10:04 PM)--> : Let me write that down...
Harley<!-- (10:10:12 PM)--> : Okay. I'll wait.
Colin<!-- (10:11:25 PM)--> : Got it.
Harley<!-- (10:11:41 PM)--> : Okay. Don't forget it now!
Colin<!-- (10:12:12 PM)--> : Forget what?
Harley<!-- (10:12:23 PM)--> : Exactly
Colin<!-- (10:12:32 PM)--> : I see...
Harley<!-- (10:13:00 PM)--> : Oh, but should you ever need to call down Norm Hoozbar.... the enchanted words are.... "Klaatu berata nikto"
Colin<!-- (10:13:39 PM)--> : oooh...
Harley<!-- (10:13:59 PM)--> : you must recite the words exactly.... or Duncan, the noogie giving demi-god gnome will come down and give you noogies and twinkies.
Colin<!-- (10:14:49 PM)--> : well... the twinkies I don't mind...


PART VIII



Harley<!-- (9:04:53 PM)--> : Dammit. His phone is busy.
Romey<!-- (9:05:13 PM)--> : Oh, hehe...
Harley<!-- (9:05:14 PM)--> : My friend Jose did some animation for Cartoon Network.
Romey<!-- (9:05:27 PM)--> : Woah... =)
Harley<!-- (9:05:38 PM)--> : It's supposed to be on now. Brian was supposed to tape it for me... cause me no have cable...
Harley<!-- (9:05:47 PM)--> : But his sister's on the damned phone.
Romey<!-- (9:06:18 PM)--> : Dang...
Harley<!-- (9:06:50 PM)--> : Ah well
Romey<!-- (9:07:12 PM)--> : Err... maybe he'll remember anyway?
Harley<!-- (9:07:30 PM)--> : Riiiiiight... and I'm the queen of England. ;-)
Romey<!-- (9:08:08 PM)--> : =X
Harley<!-- (9:08:24 PM)--> : I am.... really....
Harley<!-- (9:08:35 PM)--> : =X
Romey<!-- (9:09:31 PM)--> : Uh-huh... and Bill Gates listed me as his sole heir, in his will... =X
Harley<!-- (9:10:37 PM)--> : heh heh heh... don't you wish. ;-)
Romey<!-- (9:11:24 PM)--> : Hehe... we could buy out Time-Warner...
Harley<!-- (9:11:40 PM)--> : lnd fire all the execs.
Harley<!-- (9:12:00 PM)--> : for their complete and total incompetence.
Romey<!-- (9:12:34 PM)--> : And we can have the studios all to ourselves, yes!
Harley<!-- (9:14:31 PM)--> : No more Schumacher
Romey<!-- (9:14:54 PM)--> : Err... I guess... =)
Harley<!-- (9:16:08 PM)--> : heh heh heh
Romey<!-- (9:18:31 PM)--> : First, we'd have to make a name for our new administration by repairing the devastation that's been done to the Batman franchise due to all those lousy sequels they made...
Harley<!-- (9:18:59 PM)--> : Yes. Cause that's our cash cow.
Romey<!-- (9:19:49 PM)--> : And this time we'll make sure it's milked properly, and keep everything from going sour...
Harley<!-- (9:20:27 PM)--> : yes.
Harley<!-- (9:20:48 PM)--> : then the animated films... We could kick Disney's asses in that.
Romey<!-- (9:20:54 PM)--> : And we will. =)
Romey<!-- (9:22:53 PM)--> : We'll show the world what "original concept" really means...
Harley<!-- (9:24:03 PM)--> : Yeah! when we make an entire network about lawn gnomes!
Romey<!-- (9:24:34 PM)--> : Maybe a tv series about lawn gnomes would be enough. =)
Harley<!-- (9:24:46 PM)--> : Awwww.... :-(
Harley<!-- (9:25:20 PM)--> : But lawn gnomes are cool!
Harley<!-- (9:25:56 PM)--> : Especially the enchanted ones... They guard against Sea monkeys
Romey<!-- (9:26:00 PM)--> : Well, we might risk scaring people away if we made the change too quickly. We'll start with a TV series on them, and they'll slowly take over from there. People will never know what hit them!
Harley<!-- (9:26:53 PM)--> : I can see it now....
Harley<!-- (9:27:36 PM)--> : An Action series.... Detective/Firemen lawn gnomes protecting the world from the scourge of the sea monkeys and bleu cheese!!!
Romey<!-- (9:28:30 PM)--> : And don't forget medical dramas! ("You've got to help him... he fell down the stairs and cracked!")
Harley<!-- (9:29:26 PM)--> : "Oh, no! Get me an APB on the RGB on 7th and 5th for the 911 of the 411!"
Romey<!-- (9:30:37 PM)--> : Not to mention a good sci-fi series, like the G-Files!
Harley<!-- (9:31:28 PM)--> : Yeah! That's where we'll expose the Sea Monkey menace! "Trust No Gnome!"
Harley<!-- (9:33:06 PM)--> : "They're out there!"
Romey<!-- (9:33:24 PM)--> : And the two lead characters will spend considerable time tracking each mystery down to one treacherous gnome who betrayed his people... CSG.
Harley<!-- (9:33:20 PM)--> : And we could have Gnomewatch!
Romey<!-- (9:33:28 PM)--> : Yeah!
Romey<!-- (9:34:13 PM)--> : And lots of spinoffs like, "Gnomewatch: Suburban Nights"
Harley<!-- (9:35:37 PM)--> : Gnomewatch... "Gnomes... They're not just on your lawn anymore!"
Romey<!-- (9:36:21 PM)--> : And we'll replace a certain other show with "Gnomkemon"...
Harley<!-- (9:37:48 PM)--> : And we could have GnomeCop. He'll have a cool child partner. And they'll protect the bad streets of New York! " Gnomecop - "You have the right to remain entertained!"
Romey<!-- (9:38:27 PM)--> : Hehe... but what would people think when it comes to "Gnomes in Black" and "BatGnome Beyond"?
Harley<!-- (9:40:04 PM)--> : Well, I think in Gnomes in Black, we'll have lawn Gnomes saving the world from the scum of the sea monkeys... and trying to integrate the good ones into society....
Harley<!-- (9:42:09 PM)--> : And BatGnome Beyond? Picture
this.... Futuristic Lawn.... BatGnome has seen his last day in the sun.... He realizes he must choose someone to replace him. He comes across Spanky, the troubled but good-hearted teenage gnome from across the yard...
Romey<!-- (9:40:22 PM)--> : Yeah, that'd work. =)
Romey<!-- (9:40:40 PM)--> : How about "Gnomey the Sea Monkey Slayer"?
Romey<!-- (9:42:54 PM)--> : lol... hey, do you think we could get away with "Third Gnome from the Lawn"?
Harley<!-- (9:43:34 PM)--> : I think we could!
Romey<!-- (9:44:11 PM)--> : Or "Ally McGnome"?
Harley<!-- (9:45:08 PM)--> : "The Lawyer-Chick Gnome and the pressures of life as she makes lots of whoopie and solves cases at the same time!"
Romey<!-- (9:45:57 PM)--> : I'm not sure about "Touched by a Gnome", though...
Harley<!-- (9:46:13 PM)--> : That could be interpreted in the wrong way.
Romey<!-- (9:46:22 PM)--> : Erm... good point.
Romey<!-- (9:46:39 PM)--> : We'll skip that one...
Romey<!-- (9:47:12 PM)--> : "Little Gnome on the Prairie?"
Harley<!-- (9:48:20 PM)--> : Ah! Perfect! We'll need that to help round out the schedule.... A nice touching Gnome story... A family of Gnomes living out in the middle of nowhere and their wacky antics.
Romey<!-- (9:48:37 PM)--> : Hehe...
Harley<!-- (9:49:15 PM)--> : How about a t.v. show based on the video game, Gnome Fighter?
Romey<!-- (9:49:15 PM)--> : How about a mini-series called "Gnome Man's Land"?
Romey<!-- (9:49:28 PM)--> : Go for it.
Romey<!-- (9:50:25 PM)--> : And "Gnome Man is an Island"...
Harley<!-- (9:51:08 PM)--> : Gnome Man's Land: "The Adventure of a Gnome in the virtual world. Where he finds out that everything he believes may not be what it seems!"
Romey<!-- (9:51:24 PM)--> : Yes!
Harley<!-- (9:51:27 PM)--> : How about "A World With No Gnomes"?
Romey<!-- (9:51:53 PM)--> : What would that be about?
Harley<!-- (9:53:36 PM)--> : It'd kinda be like, "Gnome Sliders". It's the adventures of a Gnome as he travels between dimension only to discover that the Gnomes of the other dimensions have hidden from the World... and tries to liberates him.... He also has a wise-crackin' buddy along for the ride."
Romey<!-- (9:54:34 PM)--> : Great, but we'll need at least one late night game show with high-stakes questions. How about: "Gnomenclature"?
Harley<!-- (9:54:54 PM)--> : I like it!
Harley<!-- (9:55:25 PM)--> : We'll also need a late night talk show.... "The Gnome Show!"
Romey<!-- (9:55:41 PM)--> : Yeah!
Harley<!-- (10:00:30 PM)--> : "Fun with gnomes"
Romey<!-- (10:01:27 PM)--> : Oh, I know... we need a home project show, like "Gnome Time".
Harley<!-- (10:02:08 PM)--> : yeah... and Gnome Improvement
Romey<!-- (10:02:23 PM)--> : Can't forget that!
Harley<!-- (10:03:20 PM)--> : You're telling me!
Harley<!-- (9:56:27 PM)--> : I think we've milked the Gnome cow dry. ;-)
Romey<!-- (9:57:17 PM)--> : Hmm... pretty much. I think we'll need to start a spin-off network now.

PART IX

Romey has entered the room.
Harley<!-- (11:21:10 PM)--> : boogedy
Colin<!-- (11:21:15 PM)--> : eek!
Romey<!-- (11:21:19 PM)--> : Hello folks!
Colin<!-- (11:21:25 PM)--> : Hiya!
Colin<!-- (11:21:44 PM)--> : anyone else we need on that we need to invite to this conference?
Harley<!-- (11:21:58 PM)--> : I don't think so
Harley<!-- (11:22:42 PM)--> : Colin brings bad news
Colin<!-- (11:23:05 PM)--> : Paul, the Gaurdian Gnome, is in cahoots with the Sea Monkeys...
Colin<!-- (11:23:46 PM)--> : In fact... I have heard from inside sources that ALL the gnomes are in conspiring with the Sea Monkeys...
Harley<!-- (11:24:00 PM)--> : No, but the gnomes are good!
Romey<!-- (11:24:21 PM)--> : Yeah!
Harley<!-- (11:24:46 PM)--> : It must be just Paul
Harley<!-- (11:24:56 PM)--> : the sea monkeys already have the bobs on their side
Colin<!-- (11:24:57 PM)--> : But the worst part is where the orders are coming from...
Romey<!-- (11:25:44 PM)--> : Where? =X
Colin<!-- (11:25:59 PM)--> : as was expected from the very beginning... the orders are not coming from the Sea Monkeys... but they are coming from PIKACHU!
Harley<!-- (11:27:09 PM)--> : {gasp}
Colin<!-- (11:27:38 PM)--> : It seems that Pokemon has a hidden agenda here in the US... to conquer us through Giant Mutant Sea Monkeys!!
Romey<!-- (11:28:02 PM)--> : What about the midget mutant sea monkeys?
Harley<!-- (11:28:28 PM)--> : that's what I wanna know
Colin<!-- (11:29:23 PM)--> : The Midget Mutant Sea Monkeys were all crushed (literally) in the Texas Chainsaw "Moo"sacre
Romey<!-- (11:29:44 PM)--> : What were they doing in Texas?
Colin<!-- (11:30:12 PM)--> : I dunno... Pikachu probably told them to start there since Texans will pretty much agree to anything
Colin<!-- (11:31:21 PM)--> : Harl, how goes the mission to spread the word about the Sea Monkeys? Now... more than ever... we need support!
Colin<!-- (11:31:31 PM)--> : Did you happen to get in touch with Letterman?
Romey<!-- (11:32:05 PM)--> : I didn't...
Colin<!-- (11:32:34 PM)--> : hmm... who can Romey contact... hey, would you wanna fly out to California to tell Leno?
Colin<!-- (11:32:53 PM)--> : Someone should also inform Craig Kilborne...
Romey<!-- (11:33:04 PM)--> : I'm afraid I might get knocked out of the air by his chin...
Colin<!-- (11:33:28 PM)--> : We can send Belinda with you... she can take care of the assault from Leno's chin...
Romey<!-- (11:33:34 PM)--> : Hmm...
Colin<!-- (11:34:33 PM)--> : Something must be done... or what will we have to be thankful for this Thanksgiving??

[Harley]

From August of 2004:

I'm so glad the Sea Monkey Crisis of 2000 died out and the sea monkeys never rose to power. Those were indeed some dark times...



Yeah. Not only was Paul was a double agent... he was actually a triple agent... Had them all wrapped around his little finger. Got all the sea monkeys to invest all their money in this little island off the coast of Atlantis. Then it mysteriously sank even further into the ocean. Turned out there was a lava pit below.

Who knew the key to winning the war was to ruin them financially? I sure didn't.

[Jave]

He left these lands in search of the meaning of the Lawn Gnomes.He tried to steal fire from a man and he hid it in his pockets.

[Matthew Hunter]

What the hell? I'm not even gonna ask.:sylvester Anyway, good to see you back, Craig. I haven't been around too much recently either, most of my online time goes into GoldenAgeCartoons...but I haven't forgotten you guys! In fact, this thread here reminded me of the OLLLD days, I couldn't resist replying. The original WBC, before TZ became what it is...that was one of the most fun internet groups I've ever been a part of. I don't remember gnomes or sea monkeys, but I remember all kinds of stuff like that! I also have to wonder if somebody saved all those threads about renaming the WB's mash-up cartoon show with the endless name. All I remember was that is was the "Warneroonie Big Cartoonie Show" with a whole lot of weird prefixes that nobody could resist making fun of. Somehow that all kind of got lost in the fray...glad to see just a little bit of that coming back. Keep this up and I'll swing by here more often!
-Matthew ("beepbeep":coyote: )

[Craig Crumpton]

This thread scared me at first -- I thought people were discussing my future without me.

There aren't that many Craigs in the world, but somehow TZ ended up with two of them.

I got to chat with "the other Craig" a couple nights ago for the first time in years. To all you single, collegiate-type ladies out there: he's a talented, funny guy with a bright future ahead of him. I thought so highly of him, I gave him one of my Pinky & The Brain shirts from "The Craig Crumpton P&TB T-Shirt Collection".