No, I think tigg had it last, you might want to ask her 
hmmm…I’m still here.
Dead? No I don’t think so.
Anything you want us to do about that…
Oh… No.
I just like touching this thread in the morning and then just walking away.
Suuuuure…
Sapphire Bullet!!!
Nope not here…
Well, thinksnow, it sure seems to be the right thread, but I dunno. Something’s changed. I’m not sure that this next generation of threadkillers has quite what it takes to really do respectable-type battle.
Where’s the witty banter? The mini-story lines? The jokes about struuter being naked? Alas, this is all just padding, and words with no substance behind them. Some of the veteran threadkillers better get in here, and bring some class to the whole debacle.
I weep for the future.
Well, since I’m obviously not cool enough to be in Jester’s threadkiller club, I don’t think I want to play this game anymore.
How’s this for going off on a tangent?
…is a mobeus post.
Mathematics is the languange of nature, 1,1,2,3,5,8,13,21… The Fibonacci sequence is a patern. This post is a pattern. This is a mobeus post. Mathematics is the languange of nature, 1,1,2,3,5,8,13,21… The Fibonacci sequence is a patern. This post is a pattern. This is a mobeus post. Mathematics is the languange of nature, 1,1,2,3,5,8,13,21… The Fibonacci sequence is a patern. This post is a pattern. This is a mob…
Or maybe I’ve just been listening to way too much BT.
Curses. My strategy failed. Hmmmmmm…but the plan was to insult them, which would obviously make them sad enough to never post here again! It was foolproof! Fie, I say! Fie!
Well, guess it’s back to plan B.
Hey, look over there! It’s a thing! On a thing!
<Waits for everybody to run outside and look, so he can lock the door behind them>
Heh heh heh. 
Wha? Where?
Man. Am I gonna have to stay up all night and defend this thread from the evil threadkilling Jester? Ooooo… He’s “so” evil…
Looks like everyone has left, I’ll just slip back in and lock the door.
Now where’s my monkey?
::speaks from the shadows in a darkened corner of the thread…arms folded…head bowed staring up from under his brow::
We are always about, my friend.
Mwu hahahahahahahaha.
Your wittiness never fails to make me laugh, Euty.
That made my otherwise terrible day. :^)
::in a faux British accent:: Oh this is fun. Do tell. Let’s have a game, wot? It will help us pass the time, and Jester tells us we’re boring. I do say, that was unspeakably bold, old chap.
How about…a game of guessing questions? I’m thinking of an animal, mineral, or vegetable…Um, an animal.
No, wait! How about a game of charades?! Wonderful idea, old chaps, wot? ::staggers about the place, flailing arms and tripping over ottomans:: What a delightful game, oh i’m not s’posed to speak, am I- wot?
Sim, shouldn’t you be off writin’ music or something.
I’ll stand guard for you, see ya in a couple days. Bye, later on dude.
Goodnight Simetra.
I must sleep now. Spidey is calling.
::falling asleep at his “post”::
Would that be dereliction of duty?
I can’t help but get a kick out of life, even when it’s a kick in the teeth.
::singing to Welfy::
*'Cause I get a “kick” outta yoooou. *
Actually, I just visited your website. Very nice, and I must say, “How “you” doin’?”
There, I’m flirting with a pretty young lady. That oughta kill this thread right out.