With Thanksgiving but a few days away, what better way to celebrate a short work week and the feast of over-indulgence than with some cranberries on the ceiling and gravy down your pants?
::scoops up mashed potatoes in one hand and stuffing in the other and flings across room::
Smears cranberry on roll, flings at Coldfire.
Grabs another roll, dips it in gravy. . .
Fields the roll thrown at Coldfire, decides it looks good for breakfast, and runs off to work. Promises to bring back jelly this afternoon to Danalan to throw at whomever you please. 
damn that was meant to read I was going to bring jelly for you Danalan so you can throw it at Coldfire instead.
Still too damn early in the morning for typing
Throws gravy-soaked roll after wyldelf.
‘Make sure you bring jelly that washes out – no grape.’
Grabs another roll, ducks behind chair for cover.
::Catapaults spoon full of peas over chair at Danalan::
:::Cuts off slices of turkey and flings them around like frisbees while dodging flying rolls:::
Makes it to work in the nick of time, searches madly for some jelly.
“Dammit- the guys must have eaten it - will custard do?”
“OUCH!! Did you put rocks in those rolls?”
::rubs lump on forehead:: 
Nope…those are leftovers from last year.
::Fills up super-soaker with warm gravy::
Hey, I just throw them, I didn’t bake them.
::Slips on peas, grabs tablecloth. Inadvertantly pulls dish of candied yams off of table. Grabs yams before they fall.
::Begins tossing handfuls of yams at all and sundry.
Take that!
:grabs 2 cans of whipped cream and starts decorating Danalan and Rundogrun::
rummages around for newly baked pumpkin pie
finds aforementioned pie
dumps it on wydelf’s head, beaming
Intercepts whipped cream and dumps bowl of gravy over wyldelf’s head.
Flinging globs of mashed potatoes off of her spoon @ whoever dares to walk in her path.
::walks in with green bean casserole, hawai’ian salad, and velveeta/chili taco dip::
“ammunition anyone? Straight from the white trash table to your face”!!
::slinging in a wide swath o’ destruction::
Dry clean that!!
Grabs for corn relish dip in one hand and a bowl of paella in the other and sandwiches hypergirl in between. ::splat::
Makes a dash for the popcorn…
::Picks up two buttered corn-on-the-cob ears.
‘Now what should I do with these?’
…
‘I didn’t say that out loud, did I?’
::Begins drumming on Milo’s head with corn. Butter splatters all over.
‘Incoming!’
::Throws ears towards hypergirl, ala WWII grenade toss.
** Alright all you kids! put down that food! There are starving kids in France that would love all this food you are wasting! I said Put it down! I mean it! Uh oh…