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

[Aeson]

Okay. . . there's tired, and then there's "YOU HAVE A PROBLEM". Aeson and I on are the way for your intervention.

You grab the sound system. I'll take the TV. The only chance we have of saving her is to the things that enable her.

 

[Aeson]

Stop shakin the walker Bront ... you'll fall over!

HELP! I've fallen and I can't get up.

 

[Mycanid]

...What do call a bad weave that smells like brimstone? Hell Toupee

ARGH!!!

 

[Angel Tarragon]

Happy birthday! I hope you were not struck by lightning for your birthday?

No, but he was almost overrun by a hippo, stung by a birdies beak and bit by an ewe.

 

[hafrogman]

I'm not making a spectacle of myself for the whole world to see.

Darn.

 

[Mycanid]

Not too much really. I did get an "unofficial" word that the military is going to stop persuing the charges against me. I hope that it becomes official so I can stop worrying about it.

Yay for Goldmoon!

Whew!

 

[Mycanid]

No, but he was almost overrun by a hippo, stung by a birdies beak and bit by an ewe.

UNLESS the bird was a frumious bandersnatch!

 

[Angel Tarragon]

Darn.

Damn straight.

 

[Angel Tarragon]

UNLESS the bird was a frumious bandersnatch!

Nope, a hummingbird.

 

[hafrogman]

Damn straight.

Shaft?