OOPS meant to say mother… SORRY!!
Scylla - I know what you need for a subtitle to this story.
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All your baas belong to us.
[fleeing]
Damnit man, she’s on to us. Light those torches! Brandish those pitchforks!
ON TO OLYMPUS!!!
Dirty little boy checking in. Line forms to the left. No shoving, please.
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After much pondering, I think I’ll leave that one alone…
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::Dijon slinks off, still pondering::
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::Ponder, ponder, ponder…::
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I’ve been watching from the projection room and just dying to know what happens.
In the mean time…
Scylla wrote something that I didn’t bother to write down the entire passage:
To which I ask, baaashfully, is it me or does this sound like like Jet Li saying the title of the movie Hannibal Lecter was in? ;D
In closing, I leave with a joke:
What did one shepard say to the other shepard?
Let’s get the flock out of here.
[sub]Thank ewe, Thank ewe, ewe’ve been a great audience! [/sub]
Scylla, dammit, get baaaack here and finish this!!!
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Scylla, this should be your sig line.
In light of recent events, Scylla, I have to ask you: Are you now, or have you ever been, a follower of Is-lamb?
No, no…that would be Sirens of the Rams…
(God-awful puns, references to underage sex…could Scylla actually be Piers Anthony? Makes ya think, don’ it?)
I should note that I felt certain that comparing their two bodies of literary output would make it clear that I had to be joking…just in case Scylla wants to clobber me for the perceived slandering of his good name, there…:eek: 
I know I was shocked. I mean, sex with livestock, machinery and hillbillies is one thing, but being Piers Anthony?!?!? Oh the shame of it!
eh, is Athena part ewe?
ducks and runs, but not fast enough to avoid thunderbolt from above
ZZZZAAAAAPPPPPPPP!!!
YEEEEEEEEEOWCH!
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[tapping foot patiently, shoving more popcorn in her mouth}
Dangnabit, I have to take a whiz… What do ewe want to bet that I’ll miss the next instaaaaalment while in the baaaaathroom?
Please, sir, can I have some more?
[fake british accent]
Wooooot did yew siye?!
[/fake british accent]
Please sir, can I have some more, please, I’m still hungry…
[pulls threadbare, woolen sweater closer to her frail person and looks up at Scylla with luminous, doleful eyes…]
awwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwww… isn’t she cute? 
ow, ow, OW! i get it, i get it! ducks under Velvet’s whaps
yeesh…
Cougarfang! get your bloody head our from under my sweater!
Sheesh, a girl can’t even flirt with Scylla anymore. Hell, how else do you think we’re gonna get him to finish the story? It’s not like asking nicely is working, I just thought that maybe I could appeal to his overdeveloped baser side…
Maybe I’ll just knit him something warm and sheepish instead.
Um…shuffle-shuffle…can, um…I, like, you know, put my head under your sweater…? Just while we’re waiting, is all I’m saying…
Bump bump bump bump bump!
Oh, great! Just ruddy great!
Now I’ve got a real mouldy oldie running through my head!
Ewwwwwwwwwwe send me !
Darling Ewwwwwe send me
Ewwwwwwwe send me !
Honest ewe do, honest ewe do, honest ewe do!
Thanks HEAPS!! (or is that SHEEPS!?)
I probably shouldn’t be here— (finds seat miraculesly empty, brushs off strange grey powder, and sits down)