Edgar, friend of Emu vs. Harem Mistress of the Undead[sup]tm[/sup]
This should get interesting.
So does Edgar go better with A1 or 57? 
Dear Emu,
How did you learn to type and where did you get a credit card?
Edgar can take on your puny Harem Mistress any day. Edgar is a devout worshipper of the Invisible Pink Unicorn and has her most gracious and divine and gorgeous ethereal power. Fear him!
Oh, and he’ll be paying you a visit shortly. Yes, you should be very afraid.
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Do not question the great and mighty mysteries of the universe, my child.
Were you sad when your partner died?
Rod Hull is a legend that will live among us in honour and renown always. He is in our hearts forever, we bless him and remember him daily. He has ascended to the sweetest and most peaceful joy of the inner karmic emu, and he is blissfully one with the joyous and gladsome emu of the universe.
Meh.
I fart in his general direction.
Is it true that you can’t walk backwards?
harmless will be… taken care of… shortly. Anyways:
Alas, it is true. I can, however, juggle while balancing eighteen pickles on my nose, doing somersaults and backflips, on a unicycle that’s balancing on a tightrope while fireworks go off.
Kythereia, I love you, but are you on drugs?
Your answers seem pretty esoteric for an emu. Are you sure you’re not a Pkunk?
What’s that?
Gasping for breath? 
Is it true your brain is the size of a walnut?
If so, does it taste like a walnut?
(Touche, Inigo! May I offer a kiss as a peace offering? smooches ;))
A Pkunk? No way, man, those are our drinking buddies, they come over on Friday nights to bowl and look at dirty magazines with us and stuff. They always bring the best beer and pot, man. Aliens totally rock when it comes to that.
I have never tasted the brains of the emmu, my poor child, so I fear I cannot tell you. But yes, unfortunately, my brain is–sadly–the size of a walnut. I believe you puny and foolish humans have a saying that: “it’s not the size that matters”…?
You mean the guy who had his hand up yer ass for fifteen years? Yeah, I’d miss him too.
YOU HAVE GONE TOO FAR, WRETCHED AND PULING AND FOUL MORTAL BEING. FEAR THE ALMIGHTY WRATH AND TERROR OF EDGAR!!! :mad: :mad: :mad:
Ooh!
I know the rest of that one!
“It’s all in the way it splatters. : BLAM! :”
No? Just me that’s heard that one?
Oh, well. YMMV and everything.
Alas, the Emu must depart for now. I must meditate, and regather my inner karmic emu, become one with the nirvanic ecstacy of the emu.
(Translation: No Internet at home, I’ll be on tomorrow about 11:00 in the morning… ish.)
But fear not, my gentle and beloved friends! The Emu will return, spreading joy and wisdom and bliss to all!
Sooo…would that be Pkunk rock, then?
bah-duh bum cssh.
Ow! Just for that, Hal, Edgar will be after you shortly.
And now I–and the Emu–are really off. blows kisses to all
OMG, I was so thinking the same thing.
Am I really gonna be the first to say this?
HOLY CRAP! A TALKING EMU!!! :eek:
snort
mmm emu
And no steak sauce, you Philistines.
Question: Why does the emu bird lay its egg in the air?
Are you related to the epi and etheta?