Attention-Deficit Roleplaying

While the happy couple in the previous posts...er... interacted with each other in a lively manner, in the desert moon of Vega, Barf the Mawg kept trudging through the desert still carrying Princess Vespa's matched-luggage. This time he hadn't complained as much because he had surreptitiously gotten rid of Her Royal Highness' industrial strength hair dryer that he had tossed over the crest of sand dune when no one was watching.

He's gonna be in serious trouble as soon as the princess washes her hair again.
 
Meanwhile, the stunt doubles for Vespa, Barf, Dot Matrix and Lone Star were passing time and keeping limber by playing a game of Twister.
 
Barf the Mawg, however, was in serious trouble much sooner, and from a totally unexpected source. Barely a minute after ditching the princess's hairdryer, a sandspeeder drew up and two uniformed men alighted. One of them went to retrieve the hairdryer, whilst the other addressed Barf officiously.
"I must, first of all inform you that this conversation is being recorded for training and security purposes. You are aware, sir, that it is an offence to deposit litter anywhere within this desert? I am going to have to give you a fixed penalty of £100, which must be paid within the next 14 days. Failure to do so will result in an excess charge of £1,000 and, if that and the original penalty is not paid within the next seven days after, legal proceedings will be taken against you by our employers, who will be seeking full costs of the case from your good self. Have a nice day!"
 
But then Master Yogurt appeared and told them: "As Barf's attorney, I must inform you that you are misguided. The blower device my client has so carefully positioned is intended to promote healthy circulation of the sand. Thus, as an aid to the planetary environment, it cannot be considered litter."
 
Meanwhile on planet Earth, a tree fell in a forest, but since not a soul was within ten miles of the scene, people still don't know if it made a sound or not. But light years away on Corneria, the sound of a crashing tree was heard on Peppy Hare's cheap scanner, which was positioned in the back room of his candy shop. Both Peppy and his friend Slippy Toad, who was at the candy shop buying Krishna Lollipops, heard the sound and immediately looked at each other.

"Is that a tree crashing in your back room, Peppy?"

"No, Slippy. That's my cheap scanner I built last week, remember?"

"Yeah. So what was that sound?"

"You wouldn't believe it, Slippy, that darn thing picks up the craziest sounds, not only from the further reaches of this galaxy but from other galaxies as well. Heck! it even picks up sounds from other realities!"

"So that sound..."

"Who knows where it came from," said Peppy shrugging his shoulders, "but it was definitely a tree falling to the ground."

And so, while on planet Earth the silly humans still grappled with this infamous philosophical question, on Corneria both Peppy and Slippy already knew the frigging answer. Shucks!
 
This argument did not last long, because the most recent Doctor had an advantage. He could remember having BEEN each of the previous Doctors; therefore, he could remember every point any of his past selves had tried to make in this very argument. As a result, he was able to come up with a crushing counterattack for every idea his past selves brought up. At last, the earlier Doctors had to face the fact that they had lost the debate.... and, being influenced by Earth culture, they resorted to calling the winner a racist.
 
In Narnia, Footylumpkins the weasel was wondering whether this thread would get a real party started soon or what. He was thinking that there was a lot of violence and not enough dancing on that other RP thread and he was seriously mulling about moving to this one. "Seems kind of mellow," he was thinking to himself, "and I'll probably be able to relax more."

Footylumpkins obviously hasn't read enough early posts and doesn't know about Master Chief, Captain Obvious, the Daleks, and Smerdyakov the evil purple duck and his Mafiya posse.
 
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(Mike, thanks for unearthing this thread!)

Being at a quiet point in his Middle-Earth crossover adventure, Emmett the gunslinger had Bat-Bat transport him on a side trip to the Jane Austen universe. There, he shot and killed Wickham, Willoughby, and several other despicable scoundrels, thus sparing Jane Austen's heroines from a GREAT deal of trouble and grief.
 
Not only did he shoot them, but he shot them with a blast from the repulsor rays from the Iron Man armor that he "borrowed" from billionare industrilaist Tony Stark.
 
Tony Stark was not at all happy that his repulsor ray was "borrowed", so he chased Emmett the gunslinger until he had him caught with his back against the DeLorean.
 
However, there differences had to be put aside as it turned out EDWARD CULLEN was still alvie and well and had discovered the secret of the diporable word.
 
While others were inquiring about Silence with a capital S, and while Rosie O'Donnell was loudly insisting that she was the world's greatest actress, Emmett the gunslinger headed back to his fanfic story in progress in Professor's Writing Club.
 
Rosie's shrieks were silenced by Wolverine and his adamantium claws, and just as she was about to recite Vogon Poetry.
 
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