Cheese Family

[Dernhelm]

*look suspicious*

You know, I think she was falling asleep.

 

[Lossëndil]

And why would you think that?

*tries to look innocently wide awake*

 

[Miss Freckles]

rofl! i love to listen to other people's random conversations! *hands lossendil special pillow* get some sleep, darling. tomorrow is another day of hard duffering work.

 

[Lossëndil]

*looks skeptically at special pillow*


Why's it special? *is suspicious*

 

[Miss Freckles]

because i GAVE IT TO YOU! *is offended* hmph.

(where's oly, by the way? his duffering quantity is lax these days.)

 

[Lossëndil]

*takes pillow*

I'm sorry! I mean, you could never be too careful around these parts. Don't feel offened.

(I suppose he's getting old, with a white beard and all. Old people often forget what their supposed to be doing.)

(But thinking back, I think I saw him earlier today. Though he didn't post anything. )

 

[Miss Freckles]

hehe, don't worry, i would be suspicious, too. *hangs around innocently, waiting for lossendil to hug the pillow*

(so he didn't forget. being here and not posting is a major crime, is it not? and he would never simply forget to annoy me to my death. people never seem to forget about that *sighs*)

[wow, two conversations at the same time in the same post... i wonder if we could manage three without getting confused.]

 

[Lossëndil]

*hugs pillow*

(Coming here and not posting, terrible crime. Maybe we should areest him or something.)

[Three conversations, nice. I'm not yet confused. ]

 

[Miss Freckles]

(i'm not sure that would work. we would need to fight the beard first, and it never leaves his face... hmmm...)

*wahey look fred the box is doing a handstand!!! tches pillow explode and cover lossendil in garlic-flavoured ketchup* *feels bad about deceiving her* *tries to make up for it by giving her another special pillow* don't worry, it's not mustard

[not yet, because we have enough brackets and things. but what if i shuffle them and add another one in a random place?]

 

[Lossëndil]

[With our dufferfied brains, I think we'll be alright till we run out of brackets.]

(Suppose we, uh... ban the brain. Yeah, that's a good idea, banning the brain. )

*Takes pillow, and give mf cookbook in return*

 

[Miss Freckles]

[dufferfied? *eyebrow twitching*]

and you didn't reply to this one thing...

(the beard has a brain? that makes it even scarier!)

*takes cookbook* hey, isn't that the one i gave to derny? she just gave it to you!!! well look who doesn't appreciate the gifts you give her... hey, there's a cookie recipe in here! i wonder where i could get arsenic...?

 

[Lossëndil]

*gives mf pillow*

[what's this about eyebrows? ]

Well, now I'm replying to it. Hi, waldo, how'chu doing?

(Yes, it does. But last I know of, I think I threw it off a cliff or something. But being such a resourceful beard, I'm pretty sure it got it back.)

 

[Mozart the Meerkitten]

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kittens............
happy I have three kittens.

 

[Dernhelm]

This is insane. I was going to say amazing, but insane seemed more appropriate.

 

[Miss Freckles]

This is insane. I was going to say amazing, but insane seemed more appropriate.

you sound surprised. how is that?

 

[Olórin the Wise]

(where's oly, by the way? his duffering quantity is lax these days.)

Some day, I will be right behind you while you're typing that, and then I will drop a whale on your head...

If only.

(I suppose he's getting old, with a white beard and all. Old people often forget what their supposed to be doing.)

(But thinking back, I think I saw him earlier today. Though he didn't post anything. )

I couldn't think of anything to post. You see, sometimes I feel very very crazy... well, a lot of the time... but sometimes it leaves me, undoubtedly because MF stole it mad, and I am left unable to Duffer. So obviously I can't post on here. But I can't live without getting on NF, so I come on, but don't post. Qu.E.D. (they always put Q with U in those word games like scrabble and such, so I figured I might as well do it too). Or was it Q.E.F. Ah, we'll just stick with Q.E.D. - Quod Erat Dufferendum.

(so he didn't forget. being here and not posting is a major crime, is it not? and he would never simply forget to annoy me to my death. people never seem to forget about that *sighs*)

Since when are there laws in Dufferland?

*thinks*

Alright, make that, "Since when does it matter if a few old and respected rolleyes forum members decide to bend the laws just a little bit, with every intention of returning to their old and guiltless ways after a brief requiem (or, rather the opposite of a requiem, but I don't know what the word for that is) (although they never do so [and if you managed to decipher that, I'll give you a cookie {well, I'll try, but the albatross express is so unreliable these days that it probably won't exist by the time it gets to you (except in the albatross's stomach, of course, but I doubt you would want it then [unless you're crazier than I thought you were {which is probably true, but I doubt if you're that crazy (and I'll stop now.)}])}])?

[wow, two conversations at the same time in the same post... i wonder if we could manage three without getting confused.]

What's worse is two, or more, different conversations in the same paragraph, especially when there's only one of you. See above.

(Coming here and not posting, terrible crime. Maybe we should areest him or something.)

*tries to raise eyebrow**fails* Drat! It hasn't grown back yet. *raises eyeball instead* *small child: "MOMMMYYY!"*

[Three conversations, nice. I'm not yet confused. ]

I am. Although that's possibly not entirely your doing.

(i'm not sure that would work. we would need to fight the beard first, and it never leaves his face... hmmm...)

I would say something about this, but it would only make you worse, so I won't. Just remember that my beard, while it lives in a semi-symbiotic relationship with my face, is nevertheless quasi-parasitic under lunar 1/0 ratio (commonly known as the full moon). Luckily for me, it's not a full moon at the moment. Or is it? I haven't seen the moon lately, it's been so cloudy...

*wahey look fred the box is doing a handstand!!! *tches pillow explode and cover lossendil in garlic-flavoured ketchup* *feels bad about deceiving her* *tries to make up for it by giving her another special pillow* don't worry, it's not mustard

I shall mail this to the Guinness Book of World Records, with a letter asking that incomprehensibility be included in said World Records, although it beats me why a book would have a mailing address, especially a book full of old-fashioned records. Why can't it just use CD's, for heaven's sake?

[not yet, because we have enough brackets and things. but what if i shuffle them and add another one in a random place?]

You forgot the curly brackets.

[With our dufferfied brains, I think we'll be alright till we run out of brackets.]

(Suppose we, uh... ban the brain. Yeah, that's a good idea, banning the brain. )

*Takes pillow, and give mf cookbook in return*

[I'm getting tired of quoting all 3 conversations separately, or just 2 of them, as the case may be, but at any rate I'm going to take a page out of your books (what is this? Why does this page have a half-written proof of Derny's Dufferness on it? At least, I think that's what it is, although it's hard to tell with the spilled CW and all) and use different types of brackets. Extra comments will be placed in curly brackets, at a slight sucharge. Now, where was I?]

(Which brain? Mine, or the beard's? At any rate, it wouldn't work for you to do either one, because both were lost several years ago, mine to the whale and the beard's to the bowl of petunias. I am currently using a fruit bowl as a brain - I don't know what the beard is doing. It was using a coffee maker, until Lossendil threw it off the cliff.)

I don't know what to say about the pillow.

{I didn't really have any extra comments, but the idea of extra comments was so lovely that I couldn't let it go to waste. Besides, the more extra comments I make, the more surcharge I get. $_$}

[dufferfied? *eyebrow twitching*]

and you didn't reply to this one thing...

(the beard has a brain? that makes it even scarier!)

*takes cookbook* hey, isn't that the one i gave to derny? she just gave it to you!!! well look who doesn't appreciate the gifts you give her... hey, there's a cookie recipe in here! i wonder where i could get arsenic...?

[Oh, to have an eyebrow... at the moment I am trying to use Father Christmas's moustache instead of my own eyebrow, which will probably work fairly well, at least until he realizes it's missing. But I stole his mirror too, so it will probably take him a while.]

(If you want to call Lieke's alarm clock a brain, then yes. But it can't figure out how to set the darned thing! I didn't get much sleep last night.)

Second star to the left and straight on till morning. They give you discount rates, but it's not worth the travel cost unless you buy in bulk.

*gives mf pillow*

[what's this about eyebrows? ]

Well, now I'm replying to it. Hi, waldo, how'chu doing?

(Yes, it does. But last I know of, I think I threw it off a cliff or something. But being such a resourceful beard, I'm pretty sure it got it back.)

Did you just give her the gift she gave to you? Why, what an unappreciative receiver of gifts, to give them as gifts to another receptacle! {oh dear, that makes MF sound like a garbage disposal. Not to be confused with a garbage can, although it is distantly related. However, the garbage disposal is not nearly so refined, by reason of its voracious appetite.}

[The beard cut mine off. *sigh* Whyever did you give it scissors?]

(Yes. It used a fishing pole made of my left arm, fishing line made of counterfeit dollar bills, and a hook made from a squashed banana. Unfortunately, all it caught was Sturdinae, whom it threw back because he was too small {he thought he was an ant that day} and Lieke's alarm clock, which is why I didn't get much sleep last night.)

This is insane. I was going to say amazing, but insane seemed more appropriate.

...your point is?

you sound surprised. how is that?

She must be suffering from short-term memory lost. Further proof that she is a Duffer! *smiles*




Wow. I didn't trigger the 10,000 character limit after all. I must be getting better with brevity... my paper-graders will be so pleased.

(And after reading that singularly odd set of conversations, I now find myself thinking in parentheses. What an interesting sensation.)

 

[Miss Freckles]

glub. <-- sound someone makes who finds that laughing doesn't express the joy one can feel upon the purest duffering.

*cries*

*laughs*

*refuses to quote all of this*

why did i read all of this? now i feel like i want to respond to so many things in there...

alright, then. i promise to be brief. haha. after typing thirteen lines already. but now, i'll have to start. really. one, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, okay, i'll start.

*out of respect for the above post, i will type your name correctly in all the quotes i'll use. feel honoured already!

Some day, I will be right behind you while you're typing that, and then I will drop a whale on your head...

If only.

i know. i know. this threat is the reason why i live life to the fullest, because every day could be my last and thus every new day is a miracle, full of cliffs and cacti. thank you so much!

but sometimes it leaves me, undoubtedly because MF stole it (),

hehe.

What's worse is two, or more, different conversations in the same paragraph, especially when there's only one of you. See above.

stop bragging, wizard, and get back to scrubbing my whale's saddle! i want to see my face shining in it by morning!

I am. Although that's possibly not entirely your doing.

awww.

I would say something about this, but it would only make you worse, so I won't. Just remember that my beard, while it lives in a semi-symbiotic relationship with my face, is nevertheless quasi-parasitic under lunar 1/0 ratio (commonly known as the full moon). Luckily for me, it's not a full moon at the moment. Or is it? I haven't seen the moon lately, it's been so cloudy...

..................you know... backwards flip over chair and all that...

You forgot the curly brackets.

i didn't. i just ignored them, because they hid my chocolate spread this morning. hmph.

I don't know what to say about the pillow.

apparently, you didn't read my pillow essay. fail!

(If you want to call Lieke's alarm clock a brain, then yes. But it can't figure out how to set the darned thing! I didn't get much sleep last night.)

the alarm clock, which rings every time she enslaves another mod to her will?

She must be suffering from short-term memory lost. Further proof that she is a Duffer! *smiles*

duffers suffer from short-term memory loss? i didn't know that. well, maybe i knew it yesterday.

Wow. I didn't trigger the 10,000 character limit after all. I must be getting better with brevity... my paper-graders will be so pleased.

you have paper-graders...? who are... you know, alive?

 

[Olórin the Wise]

*out of respect for the above post, i will type your name correctly in all the quotes i'll use. feel honoured already!

I do. By the way, if you're willing to honor me that much, would you mind a golden crown...? and maybe a throne, and if you don't mind a kingdom would go very nicely indeed, thank you...

stop bragging, wizard, and get back to scrubbing my whale's saddle! i want to see my face shining in it by morning!

Did you ever see what happened to RF when she tried to make me her minion?

the alarm clock, which rings every time she enslaves another mod to her will?

No. This is her backup alarm clock. Its name is Friendly. It keeps licking my face, though.

duffers suffer from short-term memory loss? i didn't know that. well, maybe i knew it yesterday. [/quoe]

*lol*

you have paper-graders...? who are... you know, alive?

*sigh* Unfortunately, my papers are all graded by zombie robots who write F on everything. Every once in a while, though, one of them malfunctions and I get a Q, or a Φ. I still can't figure out whether those ones come because the robot couldn't stand the sight of my paper, or because it was overcome with joy at how good of a paper it was.

 

[Miss Freckles]

I do. By the way, if you're willing to honor me that much, would you mind a golden crown...? and maybe a throne, and if you don't mind a kingdom would go very nicely indeed, thank you...

no. you must learn to live with what you got. which is a rebellious beard. and no eyebrows. alright, then, that is too hard. you can have derny's crown. but i won't take the responsibility for your health when she notices it's missing.

Did you ever see what happened to RF when she tried to make me her minion?

no, and i don't think i want to, or i wwon't be able to go to sleep. *nervous twitch*

No. This is her backup alarm clock. Its name is Friendly. It keeps licking my face, though.

rofl. lieke has so many interesting items. toothbrush, coffee machine, alarm clocks that lick your face... awesome. oh, and an orange beanie.

*sigh* Unfortunately, my papers are all graded by zombie robots who write F on everything. Every once in a while, though, one of them malfunctions and I get a Q, or a Φ. I still can't figure out whether those ones come because the robot couldn't stand the sight of my paper, or because it was overcome with joy at how good of a paper it was.

or maybe it just wanted to write something else than F but didn't know what, because F was all it ever learned to spell before they took him from the robot school and made him work in lieke's coffee plantation.

 

[Olórin the Wise]

no. you must learn to live with what you got. which is a rebellious beard. and no eyebrows. alright, then, that is too hard. you can have derny's crown. but i won't take the responsibility for your health when she notices it's missing.

Oh, thank you. *takes Lieke's crown* Does it matter if I leave a false trail of cheerios to your house? I thought not.

no, and i don't think i want to, or i wwon't be able to go to sleep. *nervous twitch*

*searches* Ah. Here it is.

rofl. lieke has so many interesting items. toothbrush, coffee machine, alarm clocks that lick your face... awesome. oh, and an orange beanie.

MY ORANGE BEANIE! Is that where it went?

or maybe it just wanted to write something else than F but didn't know what, because F was all it ever learned to spell before they took him from the robot school and made him work in lieke's coffee plantation.

B-b-but... Lieke's coffee plantation is worked by monkeys, isn't it?