picks up 1/2 devoured turkey and promptly shoves it over particlewill’s head 
then continues to shower Milossarian with spaghetti bolognaise.
oh, cool - NOW I know what my grandmother’s brussel sprouts are good for.
<begins random slingshot carpetbombing>
Dem sprouts have an interesting trajectory… hehehehe
::Grabs Jello Mold and flings at wyldelf::
You know…lime green really is your color. Not sure about the pineapple chunks though…
Hey! Who hit me with that brussel sprout???
:Grabs bowl of corn pudding:
Lime green jelly with pineapple chunks?? uuuuuughggghhhhhh!! Lime green definately is my colour though - goes great with the red hair
Cautiously sneaks under table, commando rolls over the floor until coming up to rest next to the kitchen counter, grabs for the pepper shaker and proceeds to shower Rundogrun.
“AAAAACCCHHHHOOOOOOO!!” Damn I think that one backfired a bit.
MMMFFF! MMMFFF! MFFMMFF MFMMMFFFMMFF!
(translation: “Get this turkey off my head!”)
MFFF MFFF! SHMMFFFFGNN!
(translation: “Hey wait! Stuffing!”)
munchmunchmunchmunch!
::takes ladle of gravy, pours down particlewill’s pants (see OP)
‘Let me help you with that. . .’
::pulls turkey off particlewill, puts it into Fedex package, addresses:
Starving Children
France
::grabs turkey baster from stove, fills with the nasty juice from the bottom of the bowl of peas
‘Stand back! Ultimate weapon here!’
Backs behind large frypan for cover
“Now Now Danalan - Don’t do anything rash here”
::shivers::
Looks for nice piece of cake to hide valium pill in.
Backs away slowly
Damn - have got to stop using dpr’s computer. My fault - don’t be aiming food at the president it was me
Waves surrender flag and admits stupidity
Valium? Hell, you’ll need more than Valium! I’d start with a couple of 50mg Haldol’s, IM. Then try a Valium six-pack.
::Fires turkey baster at Guinastasia. SPLOOOOOSH!
Take that, evil mashed potato thrower!
::slips on floor, bounces head on candied yam dish, passes out.
Sits quietly smiling in an odd way, contemplating the rather pleasant feeling of warm gravy in his boxers.
Stands up, and begins pelting random victims with peas blown from a straw.
::removes pea from ear::
Damn! Where are those pearl onions?
::dumps onions down particlewill’s back::
::sprinkles salt on wyldelf::
Mmmmm…perfectly seasoned.
::sees lettuce fly by::
Hey look! A “tossed” salad! ::ducks::
::dumps tepid contents of soup tureen on Danalan::
::grabs turkey baster from victim::
::sits on floor with baster and upended tureen, and begins to drum a primitive beat::
::grabs two saucepan lids and adds some percussion to Tabithina’s beat::
:: Enters the room blinks and ducks out, then returns with the dessert cart. ::
:: Throws a strawberry/rhubarb pie at Wyldelf, "Here, you can be red on top and bottom ::
:: Rundogrun gets an apple pie in the face ::
:: The pumpkin pie is tossed at whomever attempts to get me ::
::Sits dazedly [sub](is that a word)[/sub] on the floor and dreamily licks the pie off her shirt, gives up and removes shirt::
:: Blink Blink ::
Ooooh…yeah?
You think you’re bad, huh?
Well…
grabs bowl of grandfather’s cranberry sauce and smooshes it into Danalan’s hair…
/Nelson
Ha ha!
/Nelson
With the overage of stimuli provided by pants full of warm gravy and wyldelf with no shirt, particlewill passes out from sheer joy. thud
:: Continues to stand there, gazing at the elfin one in the wild, contemplating the proper usage of whipped cream in such situations. ::
::suddenly realises semi-nakedness and grabs for two pancakes to cover the essentials::