um, could we get back to the OP?
PILE UP ON SAPPHIRE!!
Damn smilies!!! (saying it for Corvus)
::dodges Jello while executing a flying tackle in Corvus’ direction:: sploosh Welcome back to the Pit
Oh yeah, sure
::rummages::
Here ya are, I think this is it.
Maybe you should model it for us. Just to be sure.
:: Jumps on :: Congrats, Sapphy!!! You got the Last Post 
(neatly bringing us back on topic)
::piles on Sapphire::
You stole the last post from me, now it’s time for revenge!
Aargghh, damn smilies again!!!
Hey, congratulations, Sapphire!
:: dumps a bucket of jello with banana slices all over her head ::
There. OP enough for ya?
puts the collar meant for her on Sapphire amidst the chaos of the pile up and screams CONGRATULATIONS!
::adds some caramel and chocolate syrups to the Jello and Bananas that Wolf dumped on Sapph::
And on that Last Word (Act?), I am off to slumber-land. Night! ::gives out sticky hugs to Arden, Wolfie, Corvus, Nocturne, and of an extra big one to Sapphy::
:: stands up and applaudes ::
Yeah! Nocturne!!
Hey! She has TWO Pit Playthings now!
:: waves, slinging sticky stuff everywhere ::
Night, Mauv!
:: starts throwing banana slices at DW ::
G’night Mauv
::flings one last handfull of jello::
:: fends off AR’s banana attack ::
You look so appealing!
Hey, didn’t they ever tell you not to play with your food?
:: pulls out industrial size straw ::
Here, have some soggy blueberries!!!
P-Tooey! P-Tooey!
:: uses Corvus as human shield ::
Nay, nay, naynay, nay
:: pelts DW with cherries, which are more painful than banana slices ::
Hey no fair!
Just for that…
::grabs whip cream can, sprays AR::
:: wipes whipped cream off face and flings it at Corvus ::
Don’t make me hurt you…
:: launches self at DW and knocks him flat ::
Now, about these bananas…
:: Like a demented Pac Man, DW snarfs down all the cherries that AR can toss ::
Ha! You’ll have to do better than that!
:: tosses cling peaches (hey, they stick better!) at AR and Corvus The Human Shield ::
:: unfortunately, the cling peaches come right back at him as DW is ambushed by AR’s sneak attack ::
:: He falls backwards, with AR landing on top of him in a blaze of cherries, banana slices, peaches, and jello ::
Gee, Arden, aren’t you at least gonna buy me flowers first?
Hey! Ouch!
That’s just dirty pool DireWolf!
I thought playthings were supposed to stick together.
Well, two can play at this game
::picks up watermelon::
Ya want some of this?