…just bring the goat, the 500 gallon vat of custard and the girl in the rubber chickensuit!
I’m delurking and became a member. Yes, I have arrived. I’ve been reading the SD for a couple of years now, and I feel ready to contribute.
Please, be gentle with me?
Gentle?
Please.
And who says that’s a girl in a chicken suit? You never saw a really big chicken before?
:: leads in goat ::
Welcome, Greebo Ogg! What the heck does that mean?
Um…hello everybody. I just heard from…the goat…and he can’t, I mean, he can, but he won’t be able to show up this time around and he asked if I would take his place. Um…so, hello, Greebo Ogg, I am the goat. Today. Um…this will hurt. Rather a lot I’m afraid so let’s just get it over with, shall we?
That’s right. yes, hold this hose like this…no, like this right next to your…yes, that’s it exactly. Now Mr Bus Guy, will you please start the lard drip and stand ready with the 9-volt battery? OK.
(Man, I hope this doesn’t hurt as bad as I think it’s going to…)
Just don’t start a Great Debate thread entitled, “Did Greebo shoot first”.
Well, this would be Greebo. And I quote;
That’s just me all over. Except for the “leather clad, rippling muscles” and “mane of black hair, broken nose, and black patch over his eye” bit. (On the other hand… is the belly a muscle? Mine does tenmd to ripple, when you poke it…)
And yet, this;
does tend to happen.
Hey, sorry, the hardware store was out of 9-volts. All I could find was this outboard motor battery. It’s bigger, but it’s got some kind of dial on it doesn’t it? I mean, we could dial it down, right?
Eh, either way, here goes…
Woah!!! Watch where you poke that thi… HEY! What in the name of Og is that!? Uhm… my legs don’t bend that way, folks… carefull with those AAAAAARRGHHHH!!!
Actually, that’s kinda nice… could you move that over to the left a bit? MmmmMMMmmMMMMMmmmmmm…
Yeaaaah…that’s right. Who’s the billy? Who’s the billy!
Looks like someone could use a margarita. Welcome!! Salt or no salt?
Please don’t drip custard on the cats.
I suddenly find myself starting to rethink my decision to not make a grand entrance when I signed up…
At any rate, welcome, Greebo! I’d shake your hand, but, um…well, you seem preoccupied.
Alright, now we can get the catapult out…
For the last time…it’s a trebuchet, dammit! Get it right next…oh…hmmmm…well, he is a cat…
Pull!
Welkom en gefeliciteerd! Een nieuwe klompedoper!
Waar ligt Leerdam?
Cheers. If they tell you to put your hand in the box, for Heaven’s sakes don’t do it!
He’s just a big softy, really. 
Welcome, Greebo! (I’m a semi-lurker, but I couldn’t resist replying to this…)
Welcome! You had me at “Greebo”.
snaps on latex gloves
Now if you’ll just step this way, we’ll conduct our final security check…
Can I open the door to the Squck’s chamber yet? Huh? Can I? Can I? Pleeeaaase?
Dankjewel, capybara. Leerdam ligt net boven de basis van de driehoek gevormd door de A2, A15 en A27. Ongeveer 30 kilometer onder Utrecht, vlakbij Gorinchem.
Note: I challenge any non-klompedoper to make sence of that one!
"Welcome and congratulated! A new klompedoper! Where lies Leerdam?
Dankjewel, capybara. Leerdam lies formed just above the basis of the triangle through the A2, A15 and A27. Approximately 30 kilometers under Utrecht, nearby Gorinchem. "
Courtesy of Babelfish.