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The Treehouse Gala Pageant That Loads Faster!

POSTED BY: Malicious
UPDATED: Thursday, February 3, 2005 20:33
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Sunday, January 30, 2005 6:31 PM

*A slither of white light appears in the middle of the treehouse. It slowly expands, growing brighter. Suddenly CosmicFugitive falls to the floor, still wearing his red dress (which is now ripped in several places and covered in multicoloured paint) and looking a mite startled.*

Gah! Get back! Don't look at their heads! They wobble!...

*He hugs his knees into his chest. He looks through a curtain of long, tangled, hair and checks his surroundings. Suddenly his eyes widen.*

Whothahwhattahawaddawhattawhit? Where am I?! What time is it?!

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Sunday, January 30, 2005 6:32 PM

*CF looks down at his arms and ripped dress. He shakes his arms allowing the paint to splash onto the floor. He looks up, noticing everyone staring down at him.*

Gou zao de! *Sigh*

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Sunday, January 30, 2005 8:31 PM

Thanks for the help TRM! I love my headband/armband/whatever-you-want-to-call-it-band (I'm really going to have to come up with a better name for it), but everything was starting to get fuzzy there for a while. Now he's happily sitting in his glass drinking some Pepsi I gave him. Who knew that he'd like Pepsi too?

Unfortunately, my boots don't actually match my dress. I don't have any grey boots, only black ones. But my black boots are so comfy that I didn't want to take a chance with a new, possibly uncomfortable, pair.

Hey, I haven't seen Mai in a while. Do we need to organize a search party?

Packer fans welcome.
All others tolerated.

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Sunday, January 30, 2005 8:59 PM

Quote:

Originally posted by TheRealMe:




Who are you? You are Mal-licious, a queen and a goddess who likes to hijack threads and bonk people on the head with your scepter.





Oh. Ok.

Do people bow to me as well? Yes? Wow. Thats pretty damn cool.

So, um, tread hijacking eh? How does that work? Do i force ya'all to talk about pineapples or what?



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Four out of five gynecologists recommend calling Ebo a girl.

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Sunday, January 30, 2005 9:44 PM

Does this mean I'M Ebo now? Or what? I'm confused. This is like the time Maryanne thought she was Ginger.

Mal-licious

Co-Holder of the Red Bell from Hell

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Sunday, January 30, 2005 9:51 PM

Oh hey! Do i get to co-hold the red ball thing too? Does that mean i finaly get to find out what the red ball thing is? This is very exciting.

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Four out of five gynecologists recommend calling Ebo a girl.

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Sunday, January 30, 2005 9:56 PM

*s-l-o-w-l-y awakens from ongoing visions revolving around Mai's unleaved posterior*

This site is rapidly losing its PG rating....

An open missive to Sereni-Treehousers, esp. TheRealMe, technomagician extrordinaire.

Heya, TRM. Can I call you "The"?. I will anyway, pending respect gained through experiential maturity.
IMHO, you deserved the Misster Treehouse prize. Though I may have, debatably, expended slighlty more energy upon the competition -- the improved pool table, the jacuzzi-needing-water, the over-burdened creditcard -- in retrospect it is clear that your methodology was, in every way, honorable. Heck,even altruistic. My methods, maybe not so much. As for SimonWho, calling upon the Brit Royal Fam'ly's aid somehow crossed a proprietal line: political connexions , how gauche!
Anyway, The, it was naive of us to assume Mal-L wouldn't somehow usurp the title. She is, after all, a goddess. They can do these things, and are entitled to do so. We, ie., the minions, can only be enthralled by our fortune to have even touched upon her presence.
My heartfelt thanks to Ebo: you can have your mind back now. (BTW: share with us every nuance, every pore, all aspects of MB's entry in your life). To KGB: Never sure if I got yer vote, but it was, um, interesting picking off that wad o' gum. To montanagirl: I done run out of Noxema... got any? Oh, if and only if I find a largish snake that has very naturally expired of old age, or croaked from indigestion because s/he consummed too many Rats would you mind if I recycled said creature into snakeskin boots?

The, sorry about the missing plumbing. I never dreamed that such old tech could be utilized in the making of dimensional portals. Speaking of which, ya want help in searching for Mai, I'll take my chances and leap thru one of them openings.



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Sunday, January 30, 2005 10:06 PM

Quote:

Originally posted by ebonezer:
Oh hey! Do i get to co-hold the red ball thing too? Does that mean i finaly get to find out what the red ball thing is? This is very exciting.



Ohh, POOR Ebo! SimonWho, can't you give her any of those drugs River was on? Or do a holo-scan on her brain? See if there is one? ()

The red BELL (rhymes with "hell?") was the device used to ring-in to answer a question during Firefly Jeopardy at the PA Shindig, back in October. The reason it was from hell is because it made us get the answers wrong. See? It weren't US who were stupid, it were the BELL.

Mal-licious

Co-Holder of the Red Bell from Hell

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Sunday, January 30, 2005 11:26 PM

Hmm.

*gives ebo drugs*

Aha. Aha. Mmmmm.

*gives ebo more drugs*

Hmmm. Ah.

*gives ebo different drugs*

Okay, let me see...

*gulps*

Er...

*gives ebo shot of adrenaline to the heart*

Ebo?

*checks for vital signs*

Oh dear. This isn't going to look good on my permenant medical history. I hear they put down a slightly sarcastic comment you when you do this for the twentieth time.

Alas poor Ebo, farewell sweet princess and repeats of Angel send thee to thy rest.

*in the background, ebo sits bolt upright*

What was...

ARGH! WHAT THE!!! ARGH!

Oh. Oh dear. The ebo golem. I forgot about the ebo golem. Stupid thing, lacking in vital signs and higher levels of intelligence. Ebo? The real ebo? Where are you?

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Sunday, January 30, 2005 11:35 PM

Quote:

Originally posted by cozen:
To montanagirl: I done run out of Noxema... got any? Oh, if and only if I find a largish snake that has very naturally expired of old age, or croaked from indigestion because s/he consummed too many Rats would you mind if I recycled said creature into snakeskin boots?



I've got some more Noxema in my room. Sorry about the makeup job . I guess I wasn't really thinking ahead to having to remove it. That's what you get with me helping you out .

Oooh, snakeskin boots! If you do happen to find said snake, I would be consumed with delight upon receiving a pair of snakeskin boots. Then I can pretend I'm a badass chick. (Right now, not so much.)

Packer fans welcome.
All others tolerated.

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