Okay...

 

Chicken pot pie, spontaneous combustion.

 

Great connection.

With tapioca pudding.

And a telephone pole.

Only if you want to dance.

On second thought...

Dancing's not my thing.

 

I might kill somebody.

Waving your nuts around could be hazardous to our health.

*nods*

 

I think it's best I just sit back and hide.

Only one more page.  12 points.  For the win.

Yes, we all know you rock.

I don't rock.  Rocking chairs rock.  I sizzle.

Fo shizzle, dizzle.

No.

:-*

 

*hides*

*seeks*

*burrows under some moles*

*opens up the trunk of a tree*

*throws dirt at Sage*

Now I'm all dirty.

 

Get it?

I get that you are covered in dirt. :P

Exactly.  Which is funny because I just took a shower.

Oh, sorry, didn't sense that through the bond, dweeb. :P

Why would you?

I wouldn't.

So then, what's the hold up?

* prescribes DSage for a healthy WoT series re-read*