*tries to put 2 and 2 together*

 

*keeps getting 3*

The answer is actually 5. Do we have to send you back to the Ministry of Truth?

Say I sent my butt through a black hole. Would that relinquish your ownership?

Sorry. No can do.

If that was directed at me, mine was directed at reyler.

My rule is absolute. Or Absolut, whichever *imbibes*

Absolut Peach if you please.

When has it ever been my intent to please?

When I say that me being pleased is actually the state of ultimate unhappiness for me?

*nose is made of wood*

Well, no, actually my intent is always my own satisfaction, so I guess in a way I do aim to please.

Like a Peruvian steamer that is manned by those with Aspergers?

That's "assburgers". Do your homework.

Don't need to. I have it so I should know. Pardon me while I shake my hands for no apparent reason.

You have assburgers? PERHAPS YOU SHOULD EAT THEM

Oh trust me I tried. But I couldn't decide what angle I wanted to take.

Want to borrow a protractor?

Thank you for the generosity, but I'd probably start daydreaming before I could use it.

*gouges it into your throat*

Well. The only way I'm going to have a prestigious singing career now is if I become blind or get my bits cut off.

Or if you're William Hung.

Too late; I hung William.

But he was not hung very well, and thus managed to escape.

 

*waits for meesh to read that*

Then he went to start his new band, William and the Hung Jury.

And they toured with Josie and the Pussycats *snicker*

Not to mention Fitz and the Tantrums.