Woohoo! I think this calls for a beer. Anyone need anything while I’m up?
Yo! Toss one over, thinksnow.
I was about to say, “screw the potted plants” but I see Arden is already taking care of that.
Coldy’s gonna be so maaaaaaaaaddddd.
thinksnow? Make it two, pal, as long as you’re up?
::hic::
Veb
Hey! I’m not the one with the plant matter!
::looks pointedly in Astroboy’s direction::
*Psst…*Veb. Wanna see what we found in the “storage room”?
<lobbing a coupla’ brain grenades to Veb>
Oh, and sorry 'bout those plants, there was line for the bathroom and the hamper was taken.
So, anyone met the neighbors yet?
Deal! And you can keep your twenty bucks!
** thinksnow** announces he’s ‘up’ and thinks that we’d be interested in a beer???
::shivers in delicious anticipation::
Manacles? Nah, those were in the vegetable crisper.
Poofy’s carbon-based relatives?
Weird electonic gizmos in plain brown wrappers with “fuel injection” misspelled?
Not…not…a Celine Dion life-sized inflatable doll?
Veb
thinksnow…
I seem to have spilled some beer on myself-want to come lick, I mean wipe it off?
No wonder he didn’t want us touching the stereo! There’re Mariah Carey CDs in here!
Ooohh… do that again…
Hey, I just found a Plushie of the Month calender in his rumpus room!
Ah, check it out…he collects Precious Moments figurines…
Precious Moments???
AAAAAAAGH! My eyes! My eyes!
Well…um…sure they’re “Precious Moments”…but, this batch seems to be anatomically correct. This is NOT a good thing.
Speaking of disturbing items, what’s this photograph that I found in his medicine cabinet?
::pushing masking tape riddled glasses further up nose::
Ummm…Hey guys… Why didn’t anyone tell me about this party??? Ummmm… Guys… Hey Guys?..
I’ll run home and get my slide rule and my physicist trading cards… This will be swell …
Ummmm … Arden, I don’t think Coldy would like you doing that… Ummmm … Astro, you should leave coldy’s sheep alone … Did Coldy leave a number I can call him at?
I’m writing all this down in my spiral notebook for when Coldy gets home. You’ll all be in big trouble then.
I’m telling… I’m telling … I’m te… ack cough…
::being beaten by the Celine Dion blow up doll::
Oh. A hall monitor.
Quick! Duct tape him and stuff him in the coat closet!
:wakes up covered in Silly String:
Awright, who’s the wiseguy? And where’s my Goldschlager?
Oh, here it is. Hmm… maybe I’ll just drink it from the bottle. Coldy’s glasses are so fragile.
Dang, you guys–did you eat all the pizza? Oh, wait, there’s some left with anchovies! Yum! Anyone want a slice? 
hey, where’d ya think I got the whipped cream from? They’re not home, so don’t worry about it…although I shouldn’ta been able to walk right in like that…
Anyway, who wants whipped cream plastered all over them? 
Well, that entirely depends on what’s going to happen to it after it’s plastered all over me…
Sheeit, that was the longest beer run I’ve ever been on. So what’s new, kids? Anybody want Canadian beer? It’s probably a bit warm, but it’s better than that Dutch crap Coldy has in the fridge.
Oh now that’s just great! Who let Veb in here? This is gonna be more damaging than the pictures.
Dutch crap? Dutch crap?? You’ve gotta be kidding me, Ginger. Don’t misunderstand me; I’ve got nothing against Canadian beer (this close to the border, I’d better not), but Dutch crap??? There’s nothing wrong with Dutch beer! You heathen, you!
And warmish beer is OK with me, FTR…as long as it’s not American macro-brew, that is.