I didn’t know you cared, Sauron. You strike me as the strong, silent type. The sort of man who doesn’t have time for a woman. Haven’t I stroked your virile ego enough? I can do more, if you like. Just don’t step in that puddle of drool. Stuff is like battery acid.
Now, where to start? cracks knuckles The solid determination set in the line of your jaw? The dauntless gleam in your observant eye? The firm prowess of your body? The…the…whew…I need to sit down. fans self Damn, Sauron. You better take a few steps back…I’m getting the vapahs…
<hears muffled words of advice>
Sword? Sword? Oh, yeah, I had a sword when I was down here. Hmmm…wonder where that got to…
<watches as Tymp’s efforts pull the sword out, without Jester>
Uh, Tymp, that drool is already slippery enough. If Jester keeps a firm grip on your sword and you run backwards, we may be slipping in more than drool around here. If you get my drift. You master swordsman, you.
struuter, I appreciate the kind words, but I think the noxious fumes that still permeate my clothing as a result of my ill-advised foray into the Netherworld of the Beast (literally) have blinded you to my true nature. I’m a wimp. Honestly.
Doesn’t mean I don’t want the thread to die, though.
Okay for you, Sauron. You’re SUPPOSED to say something like, “I do what I can, ma’am. Being this incredibly brave and wonderful is somewhat draining–even for the masterful likes of me.” When someone gives you a compliment–TAKE IT!
And as for the drool…unties the neck of her cloak of waterwalking and lays it over the bubbling puddles of drool Try using that, guys. But hurry…I’m getting cold.
Love, Sauron. It’s all love. No degradation at all. Just close your eyes, take a deep breath and say, “Yes. I am the shit. I am because struuter tells me so.” (Notice, that’s THE shit. Not A shit. See the difference?)
Like I said, it’s all love.
Holy cripes! grabs Tymp’s waist and pulls Get Jester outta there! The big, gross thing is waking up! Quick! Somebody get particlewill! We need more stories!
Jeez, Sauron…I WISH you still had that ring. Jester might be hurt and anything would be great to REGENERATE his health…
Don’t be silly, you don’t want to kill the thread! If you hang around looking like you’re trying to kill the thread, but still in need of protection from drool, she’ll carry on being dresse, urm, undressed, like that…
Men! How do they miss these little (or not so little!) details?
Struuter, honey, I don’t have a regeneration device, but I found some of particle Will’s moonshine…it should kill the thread or heal Jester, or make him not care about being in pain anyway, so shall I chuck it in there?
Having seen the effects of that moonshine, I’m not sure Jester is gonna be real pleased about getting it. It might be a fate worse than being eaten by the thread.
I agree, Tymp … I think this thing just likes alcohol of all kinds. Maybe a different tack is in order. I’m gonna read some Walt Whitman to it. It nearly killed me in college; maybe it’ll work on this thing.