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

[Mycanid]

You caught us. Myc and I are having cybersex. How did you figure it out?

[Slaps himself on the head]

 

[Angel Tarragon]

I'm still waiting for Galeros' reply. :\

He has to come back from watering the river.

 

[Mycanid]

Don't worry. I used some misdirection.

So I see!

 

[Angel Tarragon]

So I see!

 

[Tinker Gnome]

Funny you should mention this - I was doing that last evening myself ...

You been spying on the fungus Galeros?

I am off to milk the horse.

 

[Angel Tarragon]

I am off to milk the horse.

Harry Morgan-esque voice:
Leave the mare alone, Mildred.

 

[Mycanid]

I am off to milk the horse.

I can honestly admit that I was not doing that last evening.

 

[Angel Tarragon]

I can honestly admit that I was not doing that last evening.

I suspect that the fungus doesn't even have a horse. :\

Exactly what kind of fungus are you?

 

[Tinker Gnome]

I am off to hammer the dog.

 

[Mycanid]

I suspect that the fungus doesn't even have a horse. :\

Exactly what kind of fungus are you?

Not one that owns a horse ... that's for sure. Although we DO have this vicious, suspicious looking horse that is circling our office that I am getting very nervous about....

I think Galeros has a telepathic link to it and is spying out my activities.