I’m not sure where the Wolf is, he was here a bit ago. Dyno had to bail for some RL stuff, :rolleyes: and I haven’t a clue where Arden is.
No one else seems to like Jello wrestling, go figure!
I’m just over here, attaching this collar to Wolfie…
Arden! You’re putting a collar on him? Oh the poor thing. Can it at least have a cute little tag that says he belongs to us and that’s he’s the pit plaything? Pretty please?
Kitty
Poor thing… piffle.
He followed me home, I get to keep him. 
But while we’re here, he’s still Pit Plaything.
Arden, there you are!
Those Wolves can be preoccuping, no?
I’m just sitting here like a good little wolf, just wondering what delicious things are in store for me.
The Official Jello Pit Plaything [sup]TM[/sup] anxiously awaits, Oh Mistress of Arden…
wrinkles her nose at the lot of them then covers the plaything in warm caramel
Much better, yummy.
Kitty
I do love caramel, so much better than marzipan.
::starts smearing the caramel to form a G-string on DW::
Thanks, Mauvaise. I ditched that marzipan thing an hour ago.
Hey, a caramel g-string! Yeah, just smear it…wait, uh, watch out for my…oh, nevermind. Carry on.
::carries on::
Such a bad Wolfie, I see you’re gonna need a bath again, and here I have this lovely leather collar all carved with lovely vine work and even has a silver buckle.
<sigh> No appreciation.
So I go sleep for a while and then go to the hairdressers… and what happens?
You all go mad about the last word… everybody wanting to have it?
You know what folks?!
IT IS MINE AGAIN.
dodgy
ten pages… I am proud of myself for starting such a long and pointless thread 
Oh, but it’s not pointless, Dodgy! Some of us have discovered a talent for Jello wrestling, and look! I got a pet wolf outta the deal!
Oh, and Mauvaise and I have the Last Word.
Your favorite little angel is back, regulation G-string and all. ::Does back flip, with spread eagle in mid-air, into Jello-Pit::
“Come on over here and see me, I’m getting lonely”, Lisa whispers from the other side of the pit. The word is mine!
Oh…my.
Drool.
Wolfie,mosey on over here with that last word, and I’ll rub you between the ears.
Look at that, Its mine again :: Smiles innocently::
I think some people are misunderstanding the purpose of this jello wrestling. We’re actually supposed to be keeping The Last Word from the guys. It’s a fight, see. Fight?
<sigh>
Stop drooling on my half of the Word, Wolfie.
Didn’t you pick up that leash I asked ya to, Mauv?
::rummages around:: No, that’s not it ::tosses something over her shoulder:: Wait, nope, not it either … Ahhh, here it is!
::strolls over to the Wolf and attaches said leash to his nice new collar::