The Duffer Award!

[Lady Callandra]

if you know that much then why did you try waking him up!??

 

[Olórin the Wise]

I was attempting to cause the end of the world before I have to go to my piano lesson...

 

[Miss Freckles]

what are you guys doing? is this a conspiracy?

who are those people you keep talking about?

 

[Lady Callandra]

hahahahahahahhahaha...piano lesson...wow...I remember those...I'm terrible at sclaes still, but I loved playing anyway...but I stopped..bleh....blah...blob....balooga....bazooka....I want a bazooka for Christmas.

and lenny the pipe is very quite...shhh...don't wake him yet

 

[Olórin the Wise]

Who on earth would give LC a bazooka?

 

[Lady Callandra]

someone who doesn't know me.

 

[Olórin the Wise]

I shall inform all the weapons manufacturers of you identity.

 

[Lady Callandra]

who said I was talking about a weapons manufacturer?

 

[Olórin the Wise]

Well, I'll tell the terrorists too...

 

[Lady Callandra]

so?


(tenthingy)

 

[Olórin the Wise]

Hmph! If you don't see this, then I get all your candy for a month. Hah!

 

[Miss Freckles]

edit: not giving oly a reason to throw me off more cliffs.

 

[Lady Callandra]

I saw it, and I don't have candy.


btw, oly, I always look for inviso-text in your posts anymore.

 

[Olórin the Wise]

Well, it was worth a try...

 

[lieke]

Who on earth would give LC a bazooka?

...

BUT SHE PROMISED ME A COOKIE!

 

[Dernhelm]

I know. I believe I may have commented on that before. Or maybe it was Derny.



Wait... you're joking that Derny is a mod? Does this mean she's NOT?

Identity crisis? So THAT's why he kept insisting he had the ban button . . .

 

[theorangejello]

i left i came back
and i was not missed
gosh...


* LEAVES IMPRINT ON DUFFERS HEARTS*

 

[Dernhelm]

Wow. Duffer hearts are strange . . .

 

[theorangejello]

yes! i am their heart

 

[Miss Freckles]

yes! i am their heart

i believe i am a cross of the tin man and the scarecrow of the wizard of oz... no brain, no heart... i need treatment


(but toj, you weren't really gone, were you? i remember you being around... but maybe i shouldn't trust my memory...)