This duel will never end on it’s own. Someone should just call the copse.
Sage advice, but judge us not, lest ye be seen as lily-livered.
To bring everyone up to date, Scylla & Fenris are still locked in a cajun soon they shall be freed. I have attempted to curry Fenris’ favor, but all he would say was “Nuts” Bet- chive gotten the last word, though!
Mnementh, getting fed up with all the words and the lack of bloodshed, begins chasing Blackclaw around the room, screaming insanely about justice and honour and generally acting like a nutcase, simply for something to do
I’m a man of peas!
(Princhester smiles wryly at opponents and their cleverly wielded rapiers, swords and garden implements, pulls large gun, fires, turns and walks away).
Nope, sorry. I simply didn’t respond because I was stunned into silence by the horror of all these plant-based puns. I’m better now, but I was clearly suffering from Fuscia Shock.
Fenris
(Pun <ahem> borrowed from Callahan’s)
But what’s Scylla’s excuse? does he want to be considered a Pansey? Lettuce consider our options at this point. I wood berry mulch (I know, used before, but damn a tri-fecta) like to know who is going to judge and thus end this.
By Days-ease ing into night, I hope to put the rest to bed.
(do I get points for quick return?)
Sheathe your blade, Mnementh; the battle here is one of wordplay, not swordplay. Unsheathe, instead, your rapier wit, and fly at your opponents with cutting remarks and pointed gibes. Surely your sharp tongue will soon cut them to the quick. Go on, take a stab at it, and remember: the pun is mightier than the sword.
aww. cut it out. It’s not knife to fool with us that way.
Well, I thought this thread needed a comic foil.
This thread is a strange tractor for every cucumber in the tomato patch.
with the bantering from you two blades (I get credit for both ya know), 'tis difficult indeed to tear myself away from the un-lime-ated a-peel of this thread.
Stop trying to plant your pitiful puns on me; whatever you’re selling here, I haven’t botany.
This reminds me of a similar duel I had years ago. Ten times my opponents attacked me with their feeble attempts at wit; ten times they thought to strike me down with clever words, and yet no pun in ten did.
Hey, bud, watch who you’re talking to, and stem the tide of the insinuations please… :D. Have you taken leaf of your senses? Your seedy responses have no point.
Now, now, we’re all fronds here. No need to vine about arboring thread. Orange you all in agreement that there’s too much violets on the media already?
I will therefore not azalea with weapons, but rather say to all those who would use guns rather than puns: “Begonia!.”
All this impatiens for new puns is starting to get to me, too. It takes thyme to come up with puns, so I’d ask all you rap-scallions to keep mum on the subject for a while.
-astraeus
I shall subplant my wishes now, fer-telize-here any longer would cause me to olive my usefullness.
DRAT! You beat me to it! (Guybrush Threepwood, you’re my hero!)
I need a life…
I can see this thread has already gone to pot. Or, with the fall of night, shall it bloom yet again?
certainly 'tis a poppy-lur one, eh?