My butt is not a receptacle! Nothing is to come in! YOU HEAR ME!?

Are you sure? We can let it come out as well, but that'll require a drain cleaner to be applied...

*owns all of your butts*

 

 

* bows slowly, but deeply...graciously *

* continues until he is in Lan's one-knee-on-the-floor, head-down, eyes-on-the-floor, left-hand-on-knee, right-hand-on-(imaginary)-sword position *

I stand ready, your highness.

Zy, Zy, Zy *shakes head* just because I own your butt doesn't mean I plan on putting anything- *stuffs Gwampy up Zy, facial hair and all*

    REYLER!! >:( How dare you do that to poor Grandpa G! You apologize right now, young lady and no pudding after Supper!! >:( >:( >:(

And I-i-i-i-i-i-i-i-i-i-i-i-i-i-i-i-i-i-i-i-i-i-i-i-i-i-i-i-i-i-i-i-i-i-i-i-i-i-i-i-i-i-i-i-i-i-i-i,

I'm a green egg!

 

And I-i-i-i-i-i-i-i-i-i-i-i-i-i-i-i-i-i-i-i-i-i-i-i-i-i-i-i-i-i-i-i-i-i-i-i-i-i-i-i-i-i-i-i-i-i-i-i,

I feel bad for 42!

*takes Zy, whose rumpus still contains the entirety of Gwampy, and stuffs him sideways up Bonzo*

 

*has a pudding cup for a snack*

*shivers*

 

Hate those things.  The work of satan.  The work of satan.

Even if they were (which they isn't), they're severely outranked by the robopotty. *shudders*

* breathes in deeply and holds it *

* does it again *

* then again *

* slowly inflating himself like a balloon *

* inhale...hold *

* inhale...hold *

* growing bigger *

* and bigger *

* the time is right *

* lets all of the air out at once *

* is propelled out of Zy's inards like a balloon flying across the room *

 

 

PPPPPPHHHHHHEEEEEEEWWWWWWWWZZZTTTTT!!!!

 

 

 

 

:)

AAAAAhhhhhh.

Phewzt, that's like, what, Italian?

I don't know how to properly imitate a human fart.  :-[

Yes, fortunately, the English Alphabet is limited, so thus far, progress on that project has been slow at best.

I hope Zy enjoyed that!

I don't think so.  He hasn't returned...

I suppose I should've indoctrinated him with something smaller...

Or pronounced easier.

But hey, Fiddles is subject to cartoon physics, after all. And look what Mr. Slave did to Paris Hilton! I'm only imitating what I see on television! Don't blame me, blame my environment!

True true, but thing is, I don't even know what you did for Zy, so yeh.

I shoved Gwampy up his butt on the previous page, that's what I did for him.

Oh yeah, thought that was a different thread.

 

So...

 

Why did a mutilated penguin and pudding skin pop in my head?

Min won't be happy if she finds the first of those in your head. Better clean it out!

Er...right.  What's in my head?

Cobwebs. Get dusting.

*kicks out Snow White*

 

Get a room at a motel or somethin'!  Sheesh!