Honeymoon

[Locke]

:'(  You could've just used your nose!  That would have been a perfectly rational response!

[reyler]

Yeah but allergies

[Locke]

I didn't do it.

[reyler]

*glue-guns yer mouth shut*

 

What's that right there then if not a confession

[Locke]

An impeachment!

[reyler]

*puts gum in your hair*

[Locke]

At least it's not peanut butter this time. 

[reyler]

By which I meant I bit into your skull so hard that my teeth sank in all the way up to my gums.

[Locke]

I wish it was peanut butter this time. :'(

[reyler]

Maybe if I had eaten a peanut butter sammich beforehand, but I don't likes peanut butter, so the odds of that were pretty odd.

[Locke]

Peanut Butter Stew, made just for you!

[reyler]

I kind of want to kick the ass of that guy who comes in here only to post in the one little game thread he made that nobody else seems to post in.

[Locke]

I kind of want to flood my school with pineapple juice.

[reyler]

You're awfully fixated on foodstuffs tonight, Ick. They not feeding you well enough in the salt mines?

[Locke]

[reyler]

So glad I'm not Chinese.

[Locke]

Well, if you were Chinese, you wouldn't exist.

[reyler]

No, that's Oztrlya; China has to exist because that's where all the things get made.

[Locke]

I wonder if my cat was made there too. 

[reyler]

No, cats come from another dimension; just you ask Alan Dean Foster.

[Locke]

Let me guess. He's a card collector. 

[reyler]

... No, he writes silly science fiction novels, where have you been?

[Ireond]

The moon.

[reyler]

He's certainly got the matching pockmarks.

[Ireond]

Eight ball, corner pockmark