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

[Angel Tarragon]

The Ozzy rulez!!

 

[CanadienneBacon]

This of course applies only to the girls within the Hive.

There are no girls here, only "fire evil-breathing women." Goldmoon is proof of that.

Sorry, I was quoting my children, who when not best pleased with a parental ruling refer to me as the fire evil-breathing mother. And yes, I am ducking for when Goldmoon pops back in.

 

[Angel Tarragon]

And yes, I am ducking for when Goldmoon pops back in.

And I've got a goose hidden under my comforter.

 

[Angel Tarragon]

There are no girls here, only "fire evil-breathing women." Goldmoon is proof of that.

Although, Kida is the exception.

 

[CanadienneBacon]

And I've got a goose hidden under my comforter.

That, sir, is terrible. BOO! HISS!

 

[Angel Tarragon]

That, sir, is terrible. BOO! HISS!

:\ I meant a goose goose, not that kind of goose.

 

[CanadienneBacon]

I know you meant a regular goose. I was booing your terrible, terrible pun.

Are you my grandmother reincarnate? She was always a punster.

 

[CanadienneBacon]

But now I am afraid to ask what you thought I was thinking by 'goose.'

 

[Dog Moon]

But now I am afraid to ask what you thought I was thinking by 'goose.'

Goosing is naughty.

 

[Angel Tarragon]

But now I am afraid to ask what you thought I was thinking by 'goose.'

A certain male piece of anatomy.