Excused Unproductivity Party.

[shisteer of nothing much]

Oh.

[lass of something much]

*frees Teer of her head, then goes back to DJing*

[Booklover]

*stops DJing and picks up sword* you must die now.

There are so many better ways to say that. Prepare to die, for example.

[lass of something much]

*stops DJing and picks up sword* you must die now.

There are so many better ways to say that. Prepare to die, for example.

(that one is over used, far over used...)

[Booklover]

Only among people who've read/watched The Princess Bride.

[shisteer of nothing much]

*raises eyebrow as Lass' sword glances harmlessly off scales*

[lass of something much]

*raises eyebrow as Lass' sword glances harmlessly off scales*

that's not how it vorks.

[Booklover]

*raises eyebrow as Lass' sword glances harmlessly off scales*

that's not how it vorks.

No. But it is how it works.

[Verdauga]

*Looks up from couch.*
Be careful what you do to my wife.

[Booklover]

I am.

[shisteer of nothing much]

*raises eyebrow as Lass' sword glances harmlessly off scales*

that's not how it vorks.

That's exactly how it vorks.

[Verdauga]

[lass of something much]

*raises eyebrow as Lass' sword glances harmlessly off scales*

that's not how it vorks.

That's exactly how it vorks.

Eh, you never used your head anyway.

[shisteer of nothing much]

Rude, much.

[Verdauga]

Lass, watch your tongue.