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

[Mycanid]

Am I the only one who wants to go picking up women with a moth along as support?

C'mon, Mothra, you can be my wingman.

With Mothra?

Hmm ... well ... good luck is all I can say. :\

 

[Angel Tarragon]

I do! FIE on Jimi! FIE I say!

Fie. :\

 

[hafrogman]

C'mon, Mothra, you can be my wingman.

. . . because . . . you know . . . moths have . . . you know . . . wings. . . .



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*sigh*

 

[Angel Tarragon]

I might need one. I'm glad Goldmoon isn't here.

*Does the Goldmoon summoning dance*

 

[Mycanid]

LOL every human excreets pheromones. Insects and animals do too. They actually make some perfumes and colognes with human pheromones in them. Used to attract the opposite sex.

Ah ... this explains. Synthetic smells actually cause me to stop breathing. So I ctually kow very little about them. :\

Seriously. My grandma had it too. One night I was visiting some friends in Nevada. The sheets had been washed just beforehand. I woke up in the middle of the night literally unable to breathe. I ran to the front door, unlocked it (setting off the house alarm, btw) and ran outside rasping for breath for about 5 minutes. Scared me good.

 

[Angel Tarragon]

. . . because . . . you know . . . moths have . . . you know . . . wings. . . .



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*sigh*

I thought that was obvious.

 

[Mycanid]

. . . because . . . you know . . . moths have . . . you know . . . wings. . . .



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*sigh*

Applauds his stupendous performance! [clap. clap.]

 

[hafrogman]

FIE on Jimi! Jimi on FIFE!

FIFY

I wonder if Jimi ever played the fife. If he did, would he have set it on fire? Painful on the lips.


Her lips were like a volcano that's hot.

 

[hafrogman]

*Does the Goldmoon summoning dance*

Dammit Fru!


...


Put your pants back on.

 

[Aeson]

Dammit Fru!


...


Put your pants back on.

That would be the Goldmoon banishment dance. He has to put them back on to summon her.