The Insane Asylum

Pssst, Mr. Wall?
<Yes.>
I know your mother. She says hello.
<WHAT?! MY MUM!!?>
SHUSHHH! Yes, yes, yes *smiles innocently towards Ferny and MF* *acts like she's just innocently washing the floors* I talked to her...
<Oh, so you still talk to walls.>
Otherwise I wouldn't be telling you this.
<Right. Tell her I say hi. And give her a kiss from me.>
I'm gonna kiss a wall?
<Yeah. Don't worry, she's not dirty or anything.>
<*pause*>
<Okay, okay, AIRkiss her.>
Thank you. Good day, Mr. Wall.
*walks innocently past Ferny and MF, who is ranting on about her rubber duckie and how she adores Ernie from Sesame Street because her rubber duckie was having an affair with Rubber Duckie*
 
<Hey, Lossy!>

Who said that? :mad:

<I did, the wall.>

B-b-but... walls don't talk! *is scared*

((They don't, it's all in you imagination, girl.))

<Don't listen to the doorknob, it's brainwashing you.>

Why would it brainwash me? It's nice.

((That's right, don't listen to them walls.))

Right. No listening to walls. Why didn't you talk before, Wall?

((*sigh*))

<We were busy on the other side. You know, I'm the wall separating you from the next cell. Freckles and us were planning how to escape.>

How are you going to escape?

((Don't listen! They're evil walls!))

Shut up, Doorknob, they're nice.

((They called you Lossy!))

So they did. :mad:

<We didn't mean it. It was just a slip of the tongue wasn't it, brothers?>

<Sure was. Slip of the tongue.>

Oh, all right. What's this about escaping?

((Don't you listen to them! You'll regret it.))

<Shut up, Doorknob.>

Yeah, shut up.

((Fine!))

So, escape?

<Follow me, we have to go somewhere where there's no one listening or watching.>

Okay. *glares at watchers and listeners*

((You're crazy.))

Shut up.
 
Do the walls like being insane asylum walls?

<Of course we do!>

I can't understand why...

<Well, because it gives us so many people to trick and brainwash, of course!>

Ahh... I should have guessed.

<Yes, you should. Now, you're going to paint us, you're going to paint us, you're going to paint us...>

I think you need a gold watch to do that properly.

<Where in the heck would we get a gold watch? And how would we hold it?>

I'm not entirely sure... so I guess it won't work, huh?

<Of course it will! We just need to try a little harder.>

*looks at floor*

Floor: [Hi! How are you today?]

Floors talk too?

[Of course we do!]

:eek: *collapses* It's too much...
 
*whistles while painting the walls a bright bright yellowish purplish color*
*skips down halls*
*paints more walls*

AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

*paints somemore*
 
So, how is everybody today?

<Just fine.. :)>

((Same here. Although the walls wouldn't be if I could get at them.))

That's why you're stuck to a door.

[I'm fine too!]

{Me too... although I think I had a little too much to drink last night... I seem to be looking at things upside down.}

Wait... who was that last one?

{Me.}

I know THAT! Where are you? And WHAT are you?

{Well, I'm up above, of course!}

:eek: You're... the... ceiling?

{:rolleyes: No, I'm a big hairy spider about to drop onto your head.}

AAAAAAAGGGHHHHH! *faints*

{It was a joke... of course I'm the ceiling...}

<You better not make jokes like that... We don't think his brain can handle that much more.>

[No kidding... and I'M the one who has to take it when he collapses like that!]

((Oh, we're all so sorry for you...))

[*to walls* Is it just me, or do doorknobs have a rather cynical turn of mind?]

<We'd noticed that...>

*wakes up* Where's the spider?!

{It was a joke... I really am the ceiling...}

Well why did you say you were a spider? I hate spiders!
 
Olórin the Wise said:
So, how is everybody today?

<Just fine.. :)>

((Same here. Although the walls wouldn't be if I could get at them.))

That's why you're stuck to a door.

[I'm fine too!]

{Me too... although I think I had a little too much to drink last night... I seem to be looking at things upside down.}

Wait... who was that last one?

{Me.}

I know THAT! Where are you? And WHAT are you?

{Well, I'm up above, of course!}

:eek: You're... the... ceiling?

{:rolleyes: No, I'm a big hairy spider about to drop onto your head.}

AAAAAAAGGGHHHHH! *faints*

{It was a joke... of course I'm the ceiling...}

<You better not make jokes like that... We don't think his brain can handle that much more.>

[No kidding... and I'M the one who has to take it when he collapses like that!]

((Oh, we're all so sorry for you...))

[*to walls* Is it just me, or do doorknobs have a rather cynical turn of mind?]

<We'd noticed that...>

*wakes up* Where's the spider?!

{It was a joke... I really am the ceiling...}

Well why did you say you were a spider? I hate spiders!
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LOOOOOOOOOOOOOL!!! Some of your conversations are getting really complicated, Olorin!!! :p Haha! This thread is so funny. :D

<*Big eyed, lip wobbling, Hammy imitation*>

<I'm not funny.>

<*sniff*>
 
So... what happens when walls get cold? Do they have to borrow a tissue from the doorknob?

((Heh heh... I hope they do... *has evil thoughts of strychnine*))

Or maybe from the floor...

[I don't have any either.]

Well then, what DO you have?

[I use rugs.]

o_O Rugs?

[Yeah. Got a problem with that?]

No, not really...

[I think you're lying. *jerks around to knock Olorin down*]

Hey!

{Don't pester him like that, it's not his fault he's insane...}

<Oh really? It's his fault that he entered the Land of Duffers in the first place...>

{He didn't know. Don't be so hard on the poor guy.}

((Why not? Being nasty is what I do best! *evil grin*))

{I realized that... :rolleyes:}

<You're not the only one. :eek:>

I think I like the ceiling best...

{Why thank you, dearie.}
 
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[*]Spider: why does she always choose me for these sort of things? like i said last time, the cat is perfectly capable! *shudders* its cold out here *puts on jacket* thats better...
 
So, who was talking about escape?

<We were.>

((Don't listen to them))

*sigh*

{What's wrong with her staying here? We like company.}

<*glares* We don't.>

I like company. :)

{Yes, you're a nice girl.}

:mad: That's an insult!

{It is not. It was meant nicely.}

((No it wasn't.))

[The Doorknob's right for once.]

<Nice! For goodness' sake.>

Poor Ceiling's out of her mind.
 
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