Summer Nameday Feast

[Ungatt Trunn]

However, even if they don't exist in redwall, they at least fit in well, unlike the logic 7, and are therefore acceptable.

But time won't have it that way, so they just won't exist!

[psybox]

Fine, let the piano get eaten.  I'm building a new one.

[Ungatt Trunn]

Well, your piano will have to w-what a minute! We should be asking Leatho about what music he wants, not what we want!

[Duxwing]

Burr aye, laddies and lasses, yer not doin' it roit.  *drags in a keg of heady cordial whose broached side drips with sweet, tangy red liquid*  *strikes a second hole into the keg and tips the first hole to his mouth* *chugs it down, down, down, 'till his belly is fit to burst!*  *tosses the empty keg onto the floor, where it bounces and rings with a deep wooden sound*  'Ere, now that's how ya drink a toast!  *burps*  Now, erm, wot were we toastin' again?  Oi!  The Summer o' the Cerulean Skoi!  Well, if oi'm to drink ter that, then oi'll need anoother keg, burr aye!

-Duxwing

[Thomas Barkshield]

*Digs in to a deeper n ever pie* Aye, a grand name it is!

[Shadowed One]

For he's a jolly good fellow, for he's a jolly good fellow, for he's a jolly good fellow, and so say all of us!

*drinks deeply*

[HeadInAnotherGalaxy]

*Takez a drink an' fallz off ze table* Vot vaz ah doin' on ze table again?

[Shadowed One]

Dancin' of course!

[Leatho Shellhound]

Well my friend, get your self an otter maid.... on second thoughts....every one get a partner and we'll all dance. 

[Rainshadow]

  *Raises paw*  Who wants to dance with the insane wildcat maiden?  *Cricket chirping*  Anybeast?  Anybeast?  No beast at all?  *Sits down and buries face in mug*  Ouch.

[Ungatt Trunn]

Who would like to dance with the great and all-powerful Ungatt Trunn?

[HeadInAnotherGalaxy]

Nay zankz, ah vill juzt zit 'ere an' drink zome October Ale. *Takez a drink an' fallz off o' ze table again* Na' 'ov did zat 'appen?

[Leatho Shellhound]

  *Raises paw*  Who wants to dance with the insane wildcat maiden?  *Cricket chirping*  Anybeast?  Anybeast?  No beast at all?  *Sits down and buries face in mug*  Ouch.

Who would like to dance with the great and all-powerful Ungatt Trunn?

Why don't you to wildcats dance together?

[Maudie]

*raises bowl* a toast! yay! *falls off of chair, drunken with happiness.*

[Leatho Shellhound]

Some one help this drunken otter.