Um guys - I’m not sure I want a portrait of the Three Stooges do Safari in my living room - I thought understated hotel room was kinda nice…
And HEY quit using my bunnies at paint rags - they will NEVER get the paint out of their fur…
I’m gonna make you people put yer clothes back on in a second…
The lady wants flames, then flames she will get. Shibb gets dibs on which side - I owe him.
While he’s deciding, I’ll consult with alice on the paint scheme (rolling up sleeves…wait, I’m not wearing anything - how can I prepare if I have nothing to roll up?)
Actually, alice, come to think of it, I haven’t seen any bunnies since I fired up the Shop Vac…
WELL, it’s nice that SOMEBODY decided to consult with me - sheesh.
I think a nice roman theme would be good - perhaps some pillars, and like a steam bath. Throw in some scantily clad nubians, and we’ll really have something going.
Now, who wants to help me with these olive branches…ShibbOleth quite playing with Jumbo over there, and help me with this paint, Pretty Please.
::batts eyelashes appealingly::
Humm - I’m sure they’ll chew their way out…
Ooo - I see that the vomitorium is coming along nicely…
{Muffin, head hung low with shame, walks dejectedly down to the lake to wash up.}
{But he returns with a smile on his face and an ancient Grecian pillar over each shoulder. That tourist site with the lake is turning out to be quite handy.}
Where do you want the braziers?
Nubia? Radicitus, comes!
{Muffin blinks confusedly a couple of times, shakes his head briskly, and knocks his forehead thrice with his palm just to see what shakes out.}
Ut humiliter opinor, in medio atria.
{Muffin scratches his head rapidly. He’s getting more than a little worried about what is flowing out of his mouth.}
I am.
JoeyHemlock has pictures to prove it.
Sic faciunt omnes. Salut, Ginger! Melius tarde, quam nunquam.
{Muffin starts looking around for something to stuff in his mouth – where are those bunnies?}
Don’t stop Muffin - the roman(?) thing is really quite cute.
Now, who wants a butter-tart while we take a little break from painting?
Well, on your head of course, silly.
While you’re up, Spangley, can you take my car to the place to get the oil changed? Since you’re nekkid and all? Since I’m so eloquent that I can’t remember what the name of the place is?
I have no bunnies, but I do have peaches.
Note: Ozarka Natural Spring Water is refreshing, but oh, so cold when spilled on the nekkidity.
I’m gonna grill a steak real quick. Hungry?
Um.
I’m kinda chilly.
I think I’ll get dressed now, ok?
Mmrmph nmffnrm mphrn . . .
{Muffin pulls a rag out of his mouth . . .}
Libet? Quid rides? Nescio quid dicas. Mihi ignosce, latine loqui coactus sum. Non tolerabiles ineptiae. Vita luna! Pavesco, pavesco! Sum raptus regaliter; raptus regaliter.
Veni, Vidi, volo in domum redire. Vale, lacerte.
{A seriously freaked Muffin heads home for the night, figuring on having to spend the weekend searching the boards for a speach-language pathologist, and swearing to never re-decorate with a Roman theme again.}
(As the night ends and the sun rises in the cold blue sky, galen looks over the drunken, naked debauchery and decides, It Is Good. He returns to the sunny climes from whence he came, quietly closing the thread behind him…)
I just thought I’d sneak in here and announce that our very own Anniz is naked right now, in the shower.
Thank you.
I…can’t…take it anymore…
Argh!
::rip::
::tare::
::snap::
Ta daa!
<stands in “hero pose” with hands on hips, looking up and left into the sky. Silhouetted by a rear spotlight in his full nakedity>
<Insert Fanfare>
(Oh that spotlight it hot on my bum)
Muffin! Stop talking to me in dead languages! I mean, I know you’re from Ontario and all, but come on!