The Order of the Can III

But don't you all get it, the Sawdust is because the ban button obliterated a member into sawdust and then ES uses the sawdust to make his cookies.
 
After months of waiting for people to respond and therefore not double-post (I don't want to become soulful sawdust), I can no longer watch this all-important duffer thread waste away. I, therefore, bump my beloved Leader's thread by using my lightsaber on some silverware.

Signed Lava. DiaD, Brotherhood Member, Polish Inspector, etc.
 
To be honest, you're smelling a lot like sawdust already...whether the sawdust is soulful is another story. Inspectors really aren't supposed to roll around on the barn floor looking for the lost squirt of CW--it's considered undignified.

Next time, you ought to send Waldo :rolleyes: or Winky ;) to find the CW. Those two have spent the last twenty-four hours watching Duffers: Murder by Cliff in the non-mod lounge, drinking coke, and spilling it all over the sofa. The janitor finds them disturbing....
 
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Being a Polish Inspector means that I do not allow people to polish the Can with defective or evil polish. People have tried before. I can roll in sawdust as I like as long as nothing is shinier than the Can.
 
Sorry to interrupt, but I have a quick question: Why is this called the ORDER of the Can, since there is nothing but chaos here in Dufferland? :D
 
There's order...if you look for it...sometimes.... There's the Order of the Can (if you're seriously curious about it, check the first page of this thread), and the Duffer Encyclopedia, and the Count (or Countess). And...um...that's about it. Maybe there's order in the mod fridge, but I'm not sure....

*to Lava* The sawdust in your hair is dropping onto the Can and sticking to its new coat of (good) polish. Better fix that....
 
Sad day *goes to wash the sawdust off and then comes to re-polish the Can*

@MissR: The Can demands the Order. And we follow His orders. Chaos is balanced when the Can is present.
 
*secretly uses Can polish on Lava's shoes* Interesting. Your shoes are shiny, all of a sudden...even shinier than the can. :eek: Has the Polish Inspector committed treason?
 
Lava does not have shoes that can become shinier than the Can (literally) but Lava destroys the shoes that Glen claimed were hers.
 
Dr. Byrne: That's psychiatrist, mind you, and I demand your professional courtesy!
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And, quite frankly, the rest of us don't understand how an "orderly" could exist in a place created solely to house the denizens of disorder.
 
A person who exists in a place without reason or order but who does so only to keep the place running and does not themselves need care is by definition an orderly. It is a noun not an adverb.
 
But the very term "orderly" either signifies that he is an orderly orderly or (my lawyer suggests) the word is misspelled, and actually is smelled--er, spelled--odorly. Perhaps that's where that distinct foot stench is coming from....
 
Caspian: :rolleyes: *grabs Glen and her multiple personalities and shoves her into the Can* *nods in satisfaction* *says to Can:* please eat her and Doc Byrne, they are a nusciance to us all. *exits thread and migrates back to the Insane Asylum*
 
How could you shove me into the noble Can? How could you? You scraped off its polish, and the polish is now on my shoe! And my shoe is on my head, and I am upside down. I find this vaguely offensive for some reason....
 
Glenburne said:
How could you shove me into the noble Can? How could you? You scraped off its polish, and the polish is now on my shoe! And my shoe is on my head, and I am upside down. I find this vaguely offensive for some reason....
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Caspian: Now just go to Fibber o' lou and you'll fit in purrfectly!:p *squirts cheeze whiz into Glen's mouth* I hope the garbage men come soon....
 
Look, my head is at the bottom of the can, so if you want to squirt cheese in my mouth, you'll have to come down in here with me. By the way, Caspian, I'm beginning to think you watch too much TV.
 
Since the kittens have invaded our leader's sanctum. A few kittens of my own would like to speak to you.

Charlie: SHHH! I is trying to sleep.
Tobey: Glen dost not belongth in the Can. Nor doth you, Caspian.
Teensy: Yeah, or I'll chase you away. I eat you.
Minnie: Hey, I is trying to sleep, too.


*Note: these kittens are indeed real. They reserve the right to change their personal ways of speaking should they change their personalities with age. Also, they may or may not reappear and some may go the way of most kittens when they age old enough to leave home. One will always be here.
 
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