glug glug?

 

You're a strange orange.

Would it be strange if it were "gulp gulp"?

No, because we drink orange juice.

:o

Unless you drink milk, of course.

*is under the rug, waiting for someone to trip on his carbonite encased body*

Too bad the rug doesn't cover you...

:o

Yeah, it ain't pretty.

 

*pulls out an axe*

*wishes he could crawl away and that his face wasn't stuck in a perpetual :o*

I'm going to wait for you to thaw out, then you're going to get a taste of this axe.

 

This axe was handed down to me from my father, to whom it was handed to by his father, and he by his, and so on.  All the way back to the time of Carmichael, who first gave it to my ancestor as a reward for killing a man named Seph.

*wiggles his fingers*

Seph, of course was the brother of Carmichael, and they were in a contest of who could live the longest.

*clenches fist*

My ancestor, named this axe, the Blade of Finite.  For only a select few could wield it.

*bends toes*

*Corn has lost all his limbs to frostbite*

*POSTS*

Hey! I was frozen in carbonite and they didn't even do it good?! Geesh, service these days.

That's what you get in a receding economy.

... a receding hairline?  :-\

That too, of course.

*sheds in the shower*

*collects*

All right, I seriously need to at least finish the roughing in of this sketch. I'll be back after.