Anyone who would be mean to Rasa, is indeed a sick bastard… And that’s not a compliment right now
And no Nen, I’m not jealous of your tongue. Putting out butane torches with the tongue is not a skill I desire. I prefer to use mine for more entertaining things.
::Rasa takes her toys and goes home::
This is an example of your unimpeded mental capacity, Nen? Sad. I gave you the out, but ya just wouldn’t take it.
You can lead a horse to water . . .
I would just like to add a “hell yea” to Tymp’s sentiment. So nya. I’m stealing him and starting my own posse where there’s not so much elitist… whatever. We’ll be splitters! Rival factions! Woo!
And damnit, I bet Tymp a bazillion dollars that the first thing Nen would say upon entering this thread would be “Fuck you, Rasa.” May I pay in installments, Tymp?
I’m just trying to imagine a scenario with butane torches and tongues. Pay no attention to me.
…And now, now, children. Rasa can open an entire thread devoted to making fun of Nen and Nen can’t poke back? Let’s all buck up and play fair. Shake hands all around and we can get on with the orgy.
Besides, I always thought it was MY posse.
Okay everyone, enough is enough. Rasa, you can come play with the posse again. Tymp, you can too, on a probation basis. oldscratch, let’s call a truce and do away with the oneupmanship…for now. 
For the last time: I will not play with your posse, Nen! Please accept the fact that you are a man and that I am straight sub[/sub].
Oh! Posse! I get it . . . Oops.
But nen, the oneupmanship leads to such interesting food stuff…like sandwiches. I say we keep it.
Sandwiches? Well, if there are sandwiches, maybe I can be coerced back… only if Tymp comes too. I need him to back me up when Nen gets all diseasedly oogy.
Well, I do make a fine avocado and swiss . . .
Am I missing the subtext here?
Oh dear. My poor virgin brain is melting.
Mmmmm…sammiches. Okay, we’ll keep it.
Virgin brain, my ass, butter boy.
OK… now it’s getting too kinky for me.
Wow, I can’t believe I even said that.
Like butter?
And I totally missed the subtext that may be implicit in sandwiches. But if you’d like to read into it, be my guest. Just no butter. Margarine or ghee, please?
::Sits back, recalling fondly a conversation about a scratchie/Nen sammich. Loses herself in fantasy::
GET A ROOM!
(Well, SOMEONE had to say it…)
Why, exactly, did you have to say it? Fill me in. Sometimes I get confused.
Well, actually, we have one… But I’ve never been one for confining things to a simple room.
A room? With THESE folk? Methinks I would not escape said room with my honor intact. If I was lucky.
Besides, it’s more fun when there’s peopel to watch.
My dear Rasa,
We are, I believe, the most honorable among men. It is only that Nymysys character you’ve got to look out for.
Hmph. Well, guess I’ll have to be the instigator then. Carry on.