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Post by Robyn on Oct 5, 2006 18:26:37 GMT -5
"Bah! Not risking death is no fun." *shifty eyes* *glomps Aris while scattering cards everywhere*
*sigh* "You know what I need?"
Kihee: *holds up coke*
"Thanks, but no. I need....music!" *digs out her Romania CD and pushes it into the CD player the van just 'happens' to have* *eyes dart* "Muaha."
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Post by Kirukelgyr on Oct 5, 2006 23:38:27 GMT -5
"But Skiv," Furball said timidly, "If you become the driver I shall be demoted from Nagigator to Drink Holder. I am not very good at holding drinks. Once I spilled coffee all over my mother and the car wasn't even moving at the time..." she paused. "To come thinking of this, I am not altogether not good at not Nagigating."
Another pause.
"That sentence makes me think of negative signs and paranthesis and how they relate to the positive or negativeness of the numbers they are containing."
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Post by Skiv on Oct 6, 2006 1:12:08 GMT -5
"And that makes me think of math, which is icky." Skiv nodded, and sat back in her seat.
"Fine fine, I'll stay here, and I would never demote you Furball! I loffs you!" She beamed, and offered Furball a Dr. Pepper.
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Post by Kirukelgyr on Oct 7, 2006 22:18:28 GMT -5
"Yay!" exclaimed Furball all aglee. "Thankies Skiv!" She accepted the Dr. Pepper and proceeded to gnaw on the cap.
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Post by Skiv on Oct 8, 2006 18:44:08 GMT -5
"Anytime! And it amuses me that you just did the first thing I always do to drinks. Pwahahahs." Skiv rolled onto the floor and under the seat. A muffled voice emits: "I'm invisible!"
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Post by Jette Vonavisca on Oct 8, 2006 21:24:54 GMT -5
"You know, we still haven't moved..."
Jette russled around in his pocket, and pulled out a piece of cardboard with an arrow drawn on it, and handed it to Furball.
"Here, use this compass!"
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Post by Aris on Oct 15, 2006 14:34:40 GMT -5
*eyes the compass* I think I saw it move!
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Post by Skiv on Oct 15, 2006 16:59:30 GMT -5
"It TOTALLY spun." Skiv nodded, peering over Furball's shoulder.
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Post by Kirukelgyr on Oct 16, 2006 16:53:20 GMT -5
Furball squinted at the compass.
"This can't be right," she said slowly. "It says that that direction is north when everyone knows that that direction is Dennis." Furball shook the compass a few times experimentally.
"Do you think that maybe it is broken?"
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Post by Skiv on Oct 18, 2006 22:21:52 GMT -5
"Perhaps in the language compasses, compi? What's the plural on that?..."
Skiv puzzled this for a moment, this disreguarded it as insignificant.
" 'nyway! Maybe in their language, 'North' means Dennis!"
She beamed at this turn of events.
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Post by Jette Vonavisca on Oct 21, 2006 18:03:45 GMT -5
"Maybe, maybe. If only I had packed my Handy-Dandy-Smashing-Small-Animals-Sized Compass-to-BWE Dictionary, we could translate..."
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Post by Kirukelgyr on Oct 24, 2006 20:53:21 GMT -5
Furball frowned. "Compasses can't speak." She paused, looking consideringly at foresaid compass.
"Unless they are telepathic or somewhat." She said. Furball eeped. "Noes! Mind-eaters!"
There was a clatter as Furball tossed the compass out the window and onto the pavement. Still squeebling with fear, she huddled down into a small ball on her seat.
"Don't let them get meeeee 'vissssshhhh..."
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Post by Jette Vonavisca on Oct 28, 2006 22:27:16 GMT -5
Jette tosses a Japanese Soda out the window and onto the compass, which dissolves the compass.
"Gotta love the Japanese. Pure caffiene and water in that one."
He pats Furball on the head.
"There, I got rid of it. It can't eat your brain anymore."
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Post by Kirukelgyr on Oct 31, 2006 4:18:06 GMT -5
There was a small but profound period of silence in which Furball raised her arms in the "goal!" position.
Then in a barely audible voice...
"The Colts took the Broncos down by three points. The Chiefs only be down by two now..."
A blink.
"Er...I mean...Woo...ooo...oot...?"
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Post by Aris on Nov 6, 2006 18:38:56 GMT -5
Aris blinks. "Furball? Are you okay?"
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