Well here’s my 333rd post! I am the son of Phil, Prince of insufficent light, and I shall being forth a time of ultimate dimness and not niceness upon the world. As soon as I am done showing Hardy some new uses of the pitchspoon anyway. 
Man, you step out for just a minute, and everyone shows up! Cool!
Hardygrrl, here’s another beer. You and Verrain have fun, but don’t sit on that couch over there - the beast was on it awhile ago, and I don’t know if Slortar got to it before it sinned or not.
MissDavis, have another beer, but don’t forget <reverb>The Heineken Uncertainty Principle</reverb>, first proposed by physicists early this century. It states:
“The mere act of drinking beer in an attempt to measure your tolerance is likely to affect your impression of how many beers you’ve drunk”.
UncleBill: So this is Hell? It looks like my office. Oh, wait a minute…
Beelzbubba: Yup - I need more practice working miracles, though. I tried cousin Jesus’ trick with the blind man, but it backfired. I made a blind man lame…
You know, that beast is back on the couch.
With a quiet confidence, JC murmurs, “down” at the beast. The beast, being the obedient sort, jumps down from the couch and heads for the food bowl.
JC, confident in his mastery of the supernatural, moves on, quietly.
Hey, don’t mess with my beast. He’s kinda cuddly. And get another beer while you’re up.
JC, you might want to teach that to Verrain. Hardygrrl is pulling out all the stops.
But not just yet, OK? He’s still enjoying it, I think.
Of course he is. 
Now,where did we leave off? I think we were at # 165…
My brothers, I have recently joined you in the half of the Beast. Is he anything like Halvsie?
::Takes a cold one and stands around looking cool::
Congrats, RalfC. Just stay away from the wine, okay? Your luck with miracles, you might wind up turning it to water. Which would strike me as going through an awful lot of effort to get the same results as drinking it.
And I’m just here 'cause it seems as good a place as any to fling out my four hundredth post.
::sees hardygrrl on Verrain’s lap and nudges Ralf::
Dude, I really like yer choice of party favors. Where can I get one?
::Ralf thumbs through his book::
#165, huh? Don’t you need another parachute harness for that one?
Wolverine, welcome and congratulations. I think The Whole Beast was responsible for Halvsie’s condition.
Tygr, stick around. Hardygrrl wants to work on a sequel, I think. It’s gonna take all of us to help do the research!
Slortar, catch!
Looks like KKBattousai will soon be the Beast’s double.
Oops - pardon me, I’m derelict in my hostly duties.
Hi, Gunslinger. Have a beer! (Uh, you are old enough, aren’t you?)
missdavis, how you doin?
catches, guzzles
Hey, I just noticed I was exactly two-thirds of a Beast a few posts ago. Yay.
::Leaving Verrain in a satisfied but semiconscious heap,gets up,stretches and looks around the room. Notices Tygr standing there and slowly struts over to him::
How YOU doing? And do you live up to your name,Tygr?
Grrowr… Step closer and find out.
Tygr: Fierce but not ferocious. Prepare to be pounced.
::Moves in closer,batting her eyelashes::
:: Leaps forward, grabs her and picks her up by the waist::
GrrROWWRR…
::Plants “bites” along her neck up her jawline to her ear::
[sub]Can’t help it - the strut and the eyelashes will get a pounce every time.[/sub]
Watch out Tgyr Number 69 is to die for but number 288 is just too gross.
::d & r:: to the bar for refueling.
Hey, Verrain, thanks for the… well I was gonna say the “heads up”, but that’s just too damn obvious.
And, no offense, but yer really not the one I need to thank for that.
Besides, I bet 288 won’t be that gross once it’s coated in powdered sugar, chocolate syrup and whipped cream…
[sub]Say, Ralf, how well’s your pantry stocked?[/sub]
::Wraps her arms and legs around Tygr,purring.One hand starts sliding up and down his back,nails lightly scratching::
You’ve got me purring…but can you make me howl?
::Leans in and teasingly licks Tygr’s ear::
Babe, that’s what Tygr’s do best…
::Turns to push her up against the wall, freeing hands to explore past hemlines. Mouth and tongue rove down her neck and past hemlines of their own::