The Hive is (realy) Dead! Long Live the Hive Mind!

[Heckler]

Heckler! Squeeze that octopus!

Dah da duh dee dah don dun dee!

I'm doing my best!

We don't have octopi in Ohio!

 

[Angel Tarragon]

Obviously you have never attended a bagpipe playing contest for children.... :\

Well, you'd be right aboput that.

 

[Mycanid]

I'm doing my best!

We don't have octopi in Ohio!

You sounded GREAT Heckler.

Not bad for a first try.

You can now add that to your resume.

 

[Mycanid]

The nice thing about all this is that the umbrellas controlled themselves this time.

 

[Angel Tarragon]

Cotton-Eyed Joe, Cotton-Eyed Joe
Where did you come from, where did you go?
Where did you come from, where did you go?
Where did you come from, Cotton-Eyed Joe?

 

[Mycanid]

*Puts down the guitar.... Takes up the fiddle.*

Bring out the fiddle,
rosin up the bow
Play an old song called
Cotton eyed Joe

Where did you come from
where did you go?
Where are you going now
Cotton eyed Joe?

{Attempts to saw the fiddle in half with the bow as the music gets faster and faster}

 

[Angel Tarragon]

*starts plyaing flute faster and faster*

 

[Mycanid]

BOOM!

An explosion rocks the hive and the fungus disappears in a blaze of fire and smoke!

 

[Angel Tarragon]

BOOM!

An explosion rocks the hive and the fungus disappears in a blaze of fire and smoke!

*The explosion send fru's fur flying and he wakes up in Oz.*

Oh man, where the heck am I?

 

[Heckler]

Whoa...

He sure knows how to make an exit.