Hi everyone. I think the first thing we should do is lynch Zoggie. Hmmm. Wait. Wrong game? Still. I’ve got my eye on her.
Two down already! Yikes! Guess we’ll have to watch what we say!
Don’t bother to try to get me drunk, though – I don’t drink. Ya got any pop? I’d love a Diet Dr Pepper if you’ve got one. rummages through the cans in the cooler Ooh! And those mini-quiches look divine!
Damn, WhatExit?…you’re coming off really nerdy always dropping Lord of the Rings references into everything you say.
(official guess, more in the spirit of the party)
But I guess if you’re going to be really nerdy, an SMDB party is the place to be 
Zoggie, are you ok? You sound a little confused…
I haven’t allowed lynching at my parties since 1926, anyway.
twickster I guess drinking and karaoke kind of go hand-in-hand. If you don’t like karaoke, you surely won’t like it while sober!
Just hang out and watch Antinor01 act like a fool. That’s really the best thing a sober person can do at a karaoke party anyway
Hi there! That’s why I stayed of course, I knew you’d miss me. 
I do recognize a few people around here from another party I was at, but there a seem to be a couple new faces as well. But that’s what a party is all about right? (well, the drinking and karaoke help too.) 
Well it is my favorite book, but heck there was even a clue in my location. I think I need to be a little more subtle in future games. More like Aragorn than Boromir.
My official quirk was to be a Middle-Earth bore. Always turning the subject to Middle-Earth somehow. Technically, many of my references were not from the Lord of the Rings, but from the Hobbit or even a Led Zeppelin song partially about Middle-Earth. (Just to complete the bore part).
Oh, somebody didn’t tell you what I said earlier, did they? This is so embarrassing…
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That explains it, then – they invented (imported?) karaoke after I got sober. Oh well, I always find something to amuse myself with at parties. Did anyone bring a deck of cards? We could play hearts, or crazy eights, or war, or go fish, or …
I’M confused? I’m confused?
I’ve played this game hundreds of times already!!
Look, I’m sorry to get annoyed, but I know what I’m doing, okay?
Gosh, sorry I;m so late,everyone. After my plane got shot down, I wound up on the far side of a massive jungle from this place. Happily, I had my lucky pith helmet and machete handy. I had to ford streams, hack my way through underbrush and risk many terrible trials to get here.
Does anybody have a snakebite kit? I’m feeling a bit woozy.
You forded the streams? You should have taken your kayak. shakes head disbelievingly
Here, I’ll go check the medicine cabinet – maybe they’ll have a snakebit kit – or at least some aspirin or something.
Round my neck?
It’s a noose. Someone told me it was a costume party so I came as the Hanged Man. Groovey, eh?
Hey I want a turn on the Karaoke!
*Seizes microphone and sings.*I of course reply
With lesser brands one finds
Smoke gets in your eyes
Ah, what the hell, if you can’t beat 'em, join 'em. grabs mic from MHaye
“When the moon hits your eye like a big pizza pie, that’s amore…”
I always though that lyric sounded painful, things really shouldn’t hit you in the eye. To answer your earlier question, I think I have some cards. Still up for a game?
Ah, sheisse.
Well, I’ll humour our fair host and join in the karaoke. Just one song, though:
*Well I was sitting, waiting, wishing
You believed in superstitions
Then maybe you’d see the signs
The Lord knows that this world is cruel
I ain’t the Lord, no I’m just a fool
Learning lovin’ somebody don’t make them love you
Must I always be waiting, waiting on you
Must I always be playing, playing your fool *
Is this a party boobytrap?
Sure! I don’t know how to play poker – do you know how to play spite and malice? That’s a good game.
That sounds awful, and incidently is my excuse for being late too. Don’t you know you need someone to suck out the poison? not it
MHaye, did you see Napolean Dynamite? What did you think?
No I didn’t.
To be honest I’m having trouble working out what it’s about. TNT with delusions of grandeour?