Oh, if only that were all the bait did . . .
I can say no more.
If you’re posting here, bub, you’ll never be accused of being a man of taste again.
Seriously, welcome to the monkey academy.
Really?
I didn’t know you were in Starfleet.
Is it true what they say about Vulcans with Athlete’s Foot?
Well, eating the bait is 'bout the only possibility I wanna consider. After reading that thread all about how y’all were fixin to launch a goat into orbit, I’ve decided that perhaps there are some questions I just won’t ask here…
Welcome, Oak!
One thing, you forgot chocolate for the mods.
The initiation will start after your 20th post.
Please disrobe, the goats will be here soon.
I get around. Didn’t spend much time with Vulcans though. Once I learned about how they only get laid once every 7 years, I figured my time would be better spent elsewhere. Well, that, and the Admiral was not pleased to learn that I was running an off campus bordello featuring Klingon Dominatrixes…
Oh dear.
You Have. Insulted. The Squid.
I cannot be held responsible for whatever mayhem will now erupt, but I will warn everyone that, ever since that octopus video made the rounds, Maria and the other cephalopods have been most …inventive.
:: shudder ::
Cephalopodic fury is really not much of a problem for us raid level druids. I have multiple options available, from a simple fear aura, moving up through advanced pyrotechnic devastation, and including an ability to charm the bait and have it obey my commands. It’s pretty cool to be a druid. Elf chicks dig us.
We’re talking about species with independently-evolved eyes here.
And some of them have skin with instantly-changeable chromophores. Patterns flit across their skin like polychromic clouds.
And they can open jars with their tentacles, too.
Are you really going to go up against something that can draw pentacles and warding signs on their very skin faster than you can break out the brushes?
With the magical powers common in my realm, it’s a cinch. If I’m limited to only the options available in your non-magical realm, it ain’t so bad either. That whole walking on land, breathing air thing is a significant advantage. I’ll meet your bait anywhere at least 500 yards from water…
Is it true what they say about elf chicks? You know, that their…ummmm…has “powers?”
My friend wants to know.
Hell, that’s true about human gals, too. Think about all the things you’ve done in hopes of gaining privileged access…
Ah, but in the Initiation Complex, er, I mean, “Reception Area”, you do not get that option.
Bah…initiations are for lesser beings than myself. In less than 30 hours, I have delurked, made a pit thread that has been remarkably civil considering the subject matter, engaged in discourse with at least 2 Mods with no unpleasantries whatsoever, and spread a little Oakie magic among various threads in multiple forums. All of that while coming to you live from a fictional realm. Damned impressive if I do say so myself. 
Sounds like you’re about ready to meet Mariah, then.
Welcome and hooray for another flavor of nerdytalk, maybe a Bertie Bott’s flavor, but it’s all good.
Sounds like quite a party. I was expecting something somewhat darker. Like the time the Minbari captured my Starfury. Lights, Grey Council, yadda yadda yadda…until they brought out the Vorlon to look inside my mind. Poor thing screamed in pain, collapsed into a shivering mass of glowing calamari-like good, and later flew his ship into a nearby star. I told him he didn;t want to look in there, but would he listen? Noooooooo…
AAAAARRRRG…while “glowing calamari-like good” says something, what I meant was “glowing calamari-like goo”, which says something entirely different, and is a more accurate account of the events described…