*wanders in* Dear heaven. *barely tolerant headshake* Does the warden know the denizens of the asylum are in uproar again? Why...they haven't had such a Concerted Craze since they started mobbing with pitchforks and worshiping the Can in the first place. Pah. WHAT laziness is afoot here? The padded walls...the padded walls haven't even been redone in years!
Oh well. None of my concern. I do hope you're all having fun with your make-believe war, I suppose. One must do something in these times of boredom. Er....excuse me, I must mean "utter desperation." Yes. I've been keeping that phrase on file for just such an...er...dire situation.
NOW then: The main point.
*pelts Glen with nuts*
I'm suprised someone could even conceive of such a thing as *shudders* melting the Can. I pity his soul which must be wandering such dark corridors of terror and evil, in the distant corners of the universe where the Can's light does not go. (Not that it cannot reach such corners, but that such corners reject the Shinniness.)
*eats CW for comfort*
I must say, you belong around here more than I thought. Quite, quite delusional. Everyone knows this is impossible. I have had the CW these many years... Guards! Increase security on this one!
Cats in the Can thread?! I believe this is a cat-astrophe.... *ushers cats back to the Asylum* Of course, humans are always welcome. *serves CW to Mewsie*
Well...everyone except YOU apparently...good thing you're in this cell already! It is a short step to keeping the door locked. And one which, as it turns out, was already taken years ago, by some prudent...(and more dutiful) warden, I assume.
*takes CW* I assure you it was only a momentary slip and they were only responding to the declaration of war. They're back in the Asylum as we speak, dealing with threats there.
And you too! Good grief.
I didn't wanna do this but... *Cliffsplats AND whalesplats PR. Sprays her minions with acidic CW. Shoots her with a nuclear frog cannon and steals back the Can*
As for you...well...I must say I am hardly surprised. After all, you have been rather led astray. Never listen to them, where CW is concerned. Or trees. Or silverware. (Remember the knives?!) Or anything really, come to think of it.
NEVERTHELESS, I imagine you won't hold out much longer before being committed, one of these days. No one ever does, you know.
What's that you say? He's been committed already? She has? He...she...WHO?
I must get out of here now. The dearth of cookies...it's getting to be too much.