I know!
grabs the goat from Daitha Lacha and shoves it in the tank
: wades back into the thread :
:eek:
What the heck have you children done to this thread?!
THAT’S IT!
Every body out of the tank NOW!
:mad:
Is this how you act when we have a newbie?
You should all be ashamed of yourselves…now clean up this mess before Feydeau finds out you’re all a bunch of ill mannered heathens.
I swear. :rolleyes:
*shoves *harmless ** into the tank with the squid and the goat, and RUNS
: sputter, splash, squish, crawls out of tank :
ANAAMIKA!
Somebody pass me a wiffle ball bat. 
:: Sunspace hands towels to Harimad-sol and Kythereia, dries himself off, looks at the wet trail of anaamika’s footprints leading out of the room, and shakes his head ::
:: an embarassed silence drags on ::
So, harmless… how about those Blue Jays?*
[sub]*The canonical Torontonian “let’s change the subject” question.[/sub]
:: Sunspace frantically looks around for another towel, finds it, and hands it to harmless. ::
If this keeps up, we’ll have to install life preservers…
In *that * case…
standing in the doorway, throws a rock at the glass, shattering it
SPLOOSH!
Last one I saw, I nipped the head off and had it with toast.
It was a bit stringy.
And if this keeps up, there will be no more lives to preserve. 
: pets and soothes the goatses :
:: The contents of the calamari vat spew across the floor. The calamari, deproved of its watery environment, flops on the floor, then starts to drag itself towards the deepest pool of water. The goat which had been in the tank leaps to safety. ::
Right, that’s it then.
:: looks around at the others ::
Let’s get her!
:: chases after anaamika ::
GEMMA![SIZE]
::grabs Gemma, won’t let go::
Tick misses his bestest. [size=1]and needs human shield…
Gaaaa! The coding!! It burrrrrns!!
That’s a pretty huge [SIZE=1] you have there, ticky
[size=1]Well I don’t like to brag…
tries to make shield against squid out of two paddle-ball paddles
Say, what’s my saving throw against tenticular attacks?
Oops! Wrong sort of role-playing…
:: Sunspace returns to the room with a satisfied expression on his face ::
Say… whatever became of Feydeau?
eyes the now-passive squid…
Hell if I know.
Page 2 and the initiate is a no-show. :dubious:
:: looks around at traces of mayhem in room: the expired squid, the goats clustered on the “high ground”, the scattered chairs and furniture, the broken glass, the ring around the walls where the water had crested ::
I can’t say that I’m totally surprised…
Tick! You’re ALIVE! Yay!
Don’t worry. We’ll all be back in Lincoln soon. 
And…**Anaamika ** sitting safely off to one side with the goats, snickering.