< stopping... >
Holy Moly, Mother of Magic! <i know. like they actually missed you or something.>
Hush, Bother.
Let me tell you guys, Vampyvet passed on the first hour's worth of messages and that meant a lot to me trapped in that damned crystal cave... but WOW! <nwn, boss. Focus!>
Er, yeah.
Anyway, I'll be a few days catching up here. <do you really *have* to read every post to me three times?>
I'm ignoring you, Bother. <and...?>
In the mean time, if there's anything happening right now, like a toasty flame war on Scripting or a new CC Maker that needs encouragement or a thread with great pun-tential, someone nudge my elbow, would you? <like they want your puns, wizard. most of them have a sense of smell.>
What does an overwei...overgrown blackbird know about a sense of smell, anyway? <*raven scowl* you have no idea how thankful i am that you didn't have a bloodhound handy when you bound me, old man.>
*wisely letting *that* subject drop*
It's just... I've missed so *much*! <you're getting maudlin, old man. you need a couple juicy snails to perk you up.>
Gah! What I need is my pipe, a brandy and some peace to catch up on things, bird. <snails. crunchy *and* juicy. That's the ticket>
Tobac and brandy. *That's* the tick... *plop* *plop* <brandied snails. yup>
*sigh*
It's great to be home, my friends :-)
< ...and smelling nothing but roses >
