Insane Asylum.

[Booklover]

*throws bucket over Ebby in such a way that no water comes out (probably against the laws of physics, but they don't always apply on this forum)* It's up to somebody else to catch the bucket before it hits the ground.

[lass of something much]

*stabs Bookie*

[Booklover]

*stabs Lass* Look, I don't like violence, but I'm acting in self-defence here.

[lass of something much]

and I am also, on behalf of Ebby!

[Ebantu the Kararehe]

*is still asleep but starting to panic*

[Booklover]

Did you not read what I said?

*throws bucket over Ebby in such a way that no water comes out (probably against the laws of physics, but they don't always apply on this forum)* It's up to somebody else to catch the bucket before it hits the ground.

So far, the bucket of water hasn't done anything to her. You might want to catch it, though.

Don't panic, Ebby. I have a towel in case you get wet.

[Ebantu the Kararehe]

(Getting wet is the least of my worries right now.)

this is not a roleplay XD

This is totally a roleplay.

Also, Kade seems to be building an army of plushie otterbadgers that are absorbing living beasts so that they can have life and movement, but are still bent to his will and obey his every order, lulling their victims to restful sleep and peaceful dreams whilst they take over your mind and body.
What end the commander has in mind, I do not know, but his methods are certainly interesting to observe. (though don't you dare try it on me, Kade Rivok)

[Booklover]

So? "A towel, it says, is about the most massively useful thing an interstellar hitchhiker can have.

Spoiler

Partly it has great practical value - you can wrap it around you for warmth as you bound across the cold moons of Jaglan Beta; you can lie on it on the brilliant marble-sanded beaches of Santraginus V, inhaling the heady sea vapours; you can sleep under it beneath the stars which shine so redly on the desert world of Kakrafoon; use it to sail a mini raft down the slow heavy river Moth; wet it for use in hand-to- hand-combat; wrap it round your head to ward off noxious fumes or to avoid the gaze of the Ravenous Bugblatter Beast of Traal (a mindboggingly stupid animal, it assumes that if you can't see it, it can't see you - daft as a bush, but very ravenous); you can wave your towel in emergencies as a distress signal, and of course dry yourself off with it if it still seems to be clean enough.

More importantly, a towel has immense psychological value. For some reason, if a strag (strag: non-hitch hiker) discovers that a hitch hiker has his towel with him, he will automatically assume that he is also in possession of a toothbrush, face flannel, soap, tin of biscuits, flask, compass, map, ball of string, gnat spray, wet weather gear, space suit etc., etc. Furthermore, the strag will then happily lend the hitch hiker any of these or a dozen other items that the hitch hiker might accidentally have "lost". What the strag will think is that any man who can hitch the length and breadth of the galaxy, rough it, slum it, struggle against terrible odds, win through, and still knows where his towel is is clearly a man to be reckoned with."

[close]

It's a long quote, so the detailed bit is in the spoiler.

[lass of something much]

*pokes Ebby in the armpit*

[Ebantu the Kararehe]

(You can't. I'm almost inside this soft toy.)

[Booklover]

*wonders if either Lass or I need medical attention, but apparently we don't*

*tries to push the soft toy off Ebby* Lass, help me!

[lass of something much]

*Helps from under the toy*

[Ebantu the Kararehe]

(Guys, I honestly don't think it's possible. This was made by Kade, for goodness sake.)

[Verdauga]

*Could teleport Eb out if she wants.*

[Ebantu the Kararehe]

(I think it would get teleported as well, but you can try, I guess.)