*gets out shotgun and shoots at gramps*

RUN OLD DUDE RUN :o

* feels rock salt making craters on the moon *

:o

USE THE MACHINE GUN! :o

*hits MC with rubber mallet blade*

* rock salt draws a line through reyler and writes BC above where reyler used to be *

Looks like BC is executing a butt takeover (can't remember how to spell coux).

Its coup  ::)

Won't rey rey be pleased!

That's her business

What do I care?

* points to thread title and creator *

She'll care.

Butts are butts, even the wrinkly ones.

She won't want to let one slip away.

Besides...she likes my cheeks.

She said once that they were "peachy".

No, I don't know what post number it was...look it up!  >:(

It's not a matter of branding, ye tomfoolerer; it's a matter of contractual ownership, and your rump is not publicly traded. I think you'd know if it were.

Funny

I seem to still have my cheeks.

It's not a matter of branding, ye tomfoolerer; it's a matter of contractual ownership, and your rump is not publicly traded. I think you'd know if it were.

 

 

OK.

Whoever you are.

Back away from reyler's keyboard right now and there won't be any trouble.

The real reyler would not have responded this civilly.

You didn't even separate any body parts.

Unless you want to suffer the wrath of the queen of Fiddlesticks, I suggest that you take your impersonating paws off those keys and VAMOOSE!!!

Quick!!!

Before she gets back!!!

RUN!!!

* watches the interloper lope away in haste *

* nods *

Her majesty will be proud of me for sure.  :)

*sigh* My audience expects an awful lot of me. *hammers wooden shims between each of Gwampy's vertebrae and then releases the termites*

no, we don't.  You just expect us to expect a lot out of you.  It's just a phase.

You missed one.

I did so on purpose, for that phase was in time-out.

That's cheating and not being in touch with its inner spam.

You dare speak of cheating? *impales you on a toothbrush*

multiple-posting IS a form of spam.

It just seems dishonest, I can't really explain how. It flouts any concept of interactivity in Fiddles. Hell, if I wasn't against self-responding, I could be the top poster by morning.

True, true.  Your point is taken.

Between the ribs?

No, with a pinch of salt.