Wow. Who do I like on the SDMB?
Oh, screw it.
stabs Kythereia & runs away giggling hee hee!
Hey! clutches bottom :mad: What did you do that for?!? I–
–I… stares, jaw slowly dropping --uh… :o
I don’t know, I kind of like that: The Uncontrollable List. Heh…
- Filial love
- Agape love
- Hi opal!
I couldn’t stop myself!
Anyone else think that should contitute volunteering to test out the conveyer belt?
:: Sunspace wanders up ::
Is it just me, or is it getting weird around here?
:: scuffs foot through the reams and reams of inexplicable computer printout, densely printed with source code and listings of inventory, that litter the ground ::
Getting?
In the relative sense, yes. Ya ain’t seen nothing yet. 
You ain’t seen nothin’ yet
B-B-B-Baby, you just ain’t seen nothin’ yet
Here’s something that you never gonna forget
B-B-B-Baby, you just ain’t seen nothin’ yet
- You forgot to stutter the “n” in “n-n-nothing”.
- I’m going to get you for getting that stuck in my head. :mad:
::walks in::
You know, you guys sure are taking your time with the initiation of OH MY SWEET, SWEET MUFFINS WHAT THE HELL HAPPENED IN HERE!? :eek: :eek: :eek:
The ground is littered with the remains of Squck and Robo-Squck, which despite their larger size were destroyed by a RoboGoat, which itself is still rampaging through the Initiation Complex, and you’re all standing off in the corner firing arrows at each other and singing Bachman Turner Overdrive songs. And poor Improbability may have suffered serious psychological damage. I mean honestly, I can’t leave you people alone for two minutes without serious devastation ensuing. It’s a wonder the whole forum didn’t come crashing down on our heads.
:: phasers the RoboGoat into oblivion ::
Well. Now that that’s under control, I think it’s time Improbability gets some counseling. Next time you want to do an initiation, hand the newbie a stack of classic threads and Cecil’s columns and tell them to get reading.
:: Entire Initiation Group turns, hears SR47’s words of wisdom, and ponders…::
:: blink…blink ::
[in unision] NAAAAAA! [/in unison]
:d
I think we should put **Spatial Rift 47 ** into the conveyor belt.
What says everyone?
I’m all for it!
:: Sunspace looks at the others, then wanders innocently up to Spatial Rift 47 (all the time wondering when everyone got indoors again, especially to the same well-worn Initiation Room, given that Hal sealed the Initiation Comples–but then realises his memory of these events is sometimes a bit off, especially after being thrown against the walls by tentacles) ::
:: Looks idly away from the group ::
Sooo… how about those Blue Jays?
:: whistles tunelessly ::
Go right ahead. Put my hologram on the conveyor belt. Should be entertaining.
What’s that? Did you honestly think I would expose my real self to your chamber of horrors? How silly of you. :wally
sneaks up behind the real Spatial Rift
Ha HA!
enmeshes him in a fine golden net, drags him back down Got the newbie!
Dude, did you really just call me a :wally ? :eek:
Hal, what’s the use of all your sophisticated computer systems? Can you track him down or something?
All right! Stuff him in there, quick! Let’s drag him over there.
*helps *Kythereia ** tie SP47 down to the conveyor belt
Ahem, Kytheria? Look at my start date, then look at yours. Who’s the newbie?
Have fun conveyoring my second decoy hologram. Neener Neener Neener!