Green Bean launches herself at SwimmingRiddles 'cause she is mad that she brought Koogle into this food fight. Barf-o-rific!
HEY! Can anyone join in here?? <ducking suddenly to avoid the guacamole someone threw her way> hehehehe! missed me, nanner, nanner, nanner! 
<throws her stash of gooey, jello pudding at Demo> THAT’s for laughing at me on ICQ! 
<Slipping suddenly on the gooey mess on the floor, purplebear plops down on her tuckus> :o Darn it!
You sing in my consciousness like a counterpoint to my life.
L.L.
Nanner nanner nanner? Everyone KNOWS it’s “neeener neeener neeener.”
::throws the now-violently ill Green Bean at purplebear::
Your Quadell waltzes through the room, oblivoius to the goings-on, while food whizzes past in all directions. Amazingly, he is not hit.
Green Bean vomits Koogle onto Quadell’s shoes.
Myron, the wannabee, steals in with the Sledge-O-Matic.
Imbibo, ergo sum.
Saxface launches a banana cream pie at Alphagene, who ducks. In walks Eve, who gets it right in the kisser.
Gazes through pie-covered lorgnette: “WELL!”
Yo idiotboy – you heard what I told Demo about those cans!
::: opens cans of Spam and starts shoving the meat product up idiotboy’s nose :::
Hey Fromage – you may not be a cheesehead, but you are a MEATHEAD!
::: throws some of the newly freed spiced ham product at fromage’s head :::
Yo Green Bean – Want some Spam to go with that Koogle
::: flings more of the pink contents of those little pink cans at Bean :::
Hey Eve – look over there ::: pointing up ::
::: pitches Spam at the distracted SwimmingRiddles (gets em every time) :::
Spam! Damn.
Vestal sidles into the room, finds a corner, and unlimbers his slingshot.
“heheheh…olives!” he’s heard to mutter as he draws bead on Purplebear and hits her right between the…
Now, where’s Falcon…
VB
Some people say that cats are sneaky, evil, and cruel. True, and they have many other fine qualities as well.
< ducking out of the way of Green Bean, purplebear gets up from the floor just as VB launches his attack>
HEY! That hurts! Watch it, VB, just because I wore a lowcut blouse today, doesn’t mean you need to attack me like that!!
<pulling mushy olives out of her top, pbear tries to get out of the line of fire, again>
hehehehehe! Take THAT! VB<pelting him with strawberries> and THAT! Demo < pelting some strawberries in his direction.
Now, who’s next?? hehehehe!<looking around to see who’s still standing up>
You sing in my consciousness like a counterpoint to my life.
L.L.
Saunters in with a Salad Shooter, which has been fitted with a gas engine…
Fires it up like a chainsaw…
Pulls cucumbers, carrots and from her quiver…
Hoses the room with salad fixings, not caring who gets beaned
I mis-wasted my youth.
:: removes spam from nose ::
Ok, now that is just foul!
:: starts hurling bologna slices across the room ::
:::belatedly realizes that SwimmingRiddles has thrown Koogle at her::
Hey, this stuff doesn’t taste like I remember it…
Gamera is really neat, he is full of turtle meat, we’ve been eating Gam-er-aaaa…
Hey, look what I brought. Silly Pate!
:::DD starts bouncing the elastic hor d’oeuvre all around the room:::
Hey, Demo, watch out, cover your…ooohhhhhhh. Sorry about that, dude. Here, I’ll call a proctologist right away. Maybe he can remove it.
Steals AzRaek’s salad shooter, fills it up with canned Pork brains and spryas the room. Odieman follows this disgusting salvo by launching a tub of spaghetti sauce onto the floor
Uhh, he also sprays the crowd.
::while no one was looking, SwimmingRiddles has snuck out of the room, and went to the local Walmart. She returns a 1/2 hour later with her arms full.::
PLASTIC PONCHOS! Consider them armor for your food fight, people! $5 a poncho!
Pssst, Swimming. You may not want to mention to aha that you got the ponchos at the *&%# Walmart.
Anyway, I’ll take a poncho.
::: picking up a slice of bologna, scooping up some spagetti sauce with it, and flinging it at purplebear :::