Nuh-uh, you only opened my mouth up, you hadn't actually put the gag in yet.

Fine then *forces meesh to swallow her own head*

Well, this is interesting.

 

*suffocates*

The Greedy can do that without suffocating!

 

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=q4QV4o_Qq2c

I think I'll watch that whole thing when I'm not somewhere that I can't hear it.

That movie is one long acid trip. Also 2-3 times as many songs as most animated musicals.

I don't know if I want to watch it.

It's pretty harmless, just really weird. And some of the songs are actually really good; they were written by Joe Raposo, who made his name on Sesame Street.

I don't think I know that name.

Yes, but you're meesh. That applies to most knowledge for you.

What's knowledge?

It's a kind of pastry they make in Nepal.

Hmmm...it doesn't sound very tasty.

Not like a meesh, right? I do recall declaring a few years ago that your name sounded like a pastry.

Maybe, if you say so. But in that case I'm probably the sweetest pastry of all.

*puts you in Halloween candy right along with the razor blades and dirty needles*

I don't know what you're saying about Halloween.

Are you declaring that things which are socks should be thrown at you? It is important to clarify these things.

It's an inside joke, Del Rey. I can explain it if you like, though.

I mean, I'm sure min would approve of the sentiment. She did go on about socks. And penguins.

It's because everyone in my family insists on throwing objects at me when I'm sitting somewhere, minding my own business. I got really mad about it the other day because my dad threw something hard at me, and it hurt. I told him not to throw things at people, and if he absolutely had to, it should be something soft, like a sock.

 

So now everyone throws socks at me on purpose to piss me off. I hate them.

 

Or gloves, or cardboard boxes.

*throws meesh at meesh*

I do that myself all the time.

*throws meesh far far away from meesh*

I've tried that, too.