Oh, flup! Rum and chocolate milk? :eek:
I’d run except that SOMEONE GLUED ME TO THE FRIKKIN’ FLOOR!!!
Everyone is eating pie, AND I CAN’T GET ANY!!! I’m stuck here and all I smell is flup’s Unit Pie, and yesterday’s whipped cream which is turning rancid in my fur!!!
Must…free…myself…
Must…plot…revenge…
AHRRROOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO! AHRROOOOMMMMMMM???
Mwhash goon on? GASP! I GMOT KWAYBEE GWUE IM I MOWF!
MOWF SHTUK! FEE-EWWWAHHH!
:: squeakles as the icecream runs down her shirt::
Oh of course it’s not cold, not cold at all
::looks down at her chest as the ice cream oozes down then blushes::
Okay so maybe it is, I’ll get you for this DW. Ah yes and you’re glued to the floor too
maniacal laughter
digs massive moat around DW and fills it with ice cold beer
Ha ha! Try to escaps now! Wait, is this really a bad thing?
Kitty
:: ArchiveGuy walks in :: 
:: Looks around :: 
:: Skitters away in terror :: :eek:
Feeds a spoonful of pie to DW.
Smears the rest on his face.
Giggles hysterically.
MC, that’s not nice - let’s clean up DW…fire extinguishers ready…FIRE!!!
Great. I’m stuck to the floor. I’m surrounded by beer. I have Silly String and feathers in my fur. I smell like sour milk. And now I have pie in my face, and I’m semi-frozen from a barrage of CO2.
Other than that, I can’t complain.
fierra, you can stop laughing your ass off and break out that solvent any time now…
Hello? Tick tock, let’s go, time’s a-wastin’…I’M WAITING!!!
DW, no CO2 - the college-dorm style water guns…
(psst…MC, got any butyric acid? - you know what that smells like, right?)
I think I can scrape some up, let me run up to the lab…
Meanwhile, I have a spare SuperSoaker if you’d like to borrow it…
You guys are all off my Christmas card list.
Butyric acid??? You’ll kill us all! Forget the stink, we’ll all go into respiratory distress! Not to mention the fact that the entire SDMB will need to replace furniture, flooring, drapes, etc. The moderators will be real mad.
Why stop there? MC, go see if you can find some Napalm. Fill that Super Soaker with H2SO4!!! I know, how about balloons filled with ammonia and bleach? Let’s see, any grape Kool-Aid? I’ve got my Nikes and my black jumpsuit on, got some change in my pockets - how about some pudding pops? Butyric acid, huh? Is this a pillow fight or an abortion clinic? 
That’s ok, fierra, you’re probably busy getting waffles in St. Albans to fling at us, so I’ll extricate myself, thanks. I just remembered that I’ve still got some nail polish remover left over from The Thread. I’ll be free in a few minutes…MWAA HAAAA HAAA HAAAAA!
It won’t kill you, just give a certain, um, AIR about you…wet wolf is bad enough. And it won’t kill us, we’re gonna leave…
Couldn’t find any, sorry. Only the leftover spinach from last week’s lab.
DW, since all four paws are glued to the floor, just how were you going to get that nail polish remover?
Awww, you look so, um, sweet with pie rubbed in your face, especially the bits that you couldn’t reach with your tongue (which is most of it after the glue on the fur got it…)
OK, I can’t get across the beer moat, so I’m going to have to throw the solvent. I’ve put it in a theatre sugar glass bottle so no one will get their paws cut! Let’s hope my aim is good…the shop didn’t have any more of this stuff…
:: throws solvent bottle at DW ::
:: solvent slowly spreads about the floor ::
: DW unsticks paws one at a time ::
So, are you going to swim across the moat, or drink it?
I’m voting for DW drinking the moat, though it’s an awfully big moat… need any help buddy?
Kitty
CHUG!!!CHUG!!!CHUG!!!CHUG!!!
should I tell him?
:: snickering ::
nah
Snicker. Chortle. Hee hee hee…
well, I guess I should tell him, after all, he did bring in butyric acid…
HEY LURKER! (snicker snicker)
I PEED IN THE MOAT!!!
:: bent over in hysterical laughter ::
hey, I wasn’t drinking it - if I;m saying chug, I can’t be chugging…but I won’t tell you what was in the whipped cream…
So, DW if you peed in it, you won’t want to drink it or swim in it (although how that differs from any public pool…), so how are you going to get across?
A good time to hand out pillows to throw at the still trapped DW I think…
:: dodges barrage of contour leg pillows ::
:: dodges body pillows ::
:: dodges couch cushions ::
:: grabs a beer-soaked pillow to wring out later ::