Subject: Oh, come on...
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Posted on: 2013-09-03 18:30:00 UTC
...there's no such thing as going overboard with baking.
Unless you happen to lose it and start going Sweeney Todd, in which case I'm fairly certain I've got a Suelent Green recipe somewhere.
28,in fact, and I don't feel different from being 27.
Still, 's fun.
Now, I'd have birthday-presents for all of you, but sadly I don't think I know you well to pick the proper ones (and certainly not the quietly humourous ones that, for instance, Mr Bilbo Baggins chose.)
And for my usual birthday gift:
In honor of your birthday, I have a special present for you! Or to be more precise, a special something that has a special present for you!
Now where did I put it?
*rummages through bag of holding*
*Pulls out Poké Ball*
Here you go! Inside is a Delibird, the Delivery Pokemon. But you accept its deliveries at your own risk; its presents have a chance to either heal your wounds or explode! A very...interesting companion to have around!
...using a universal analyser and determining the contents of the box and therefore the delivery destination is a viable option?
Sort of a Shrödinger's cat situation, except instead of existing as anything between two options and solidifying if it's observed, it can only be solidified if the move is used, and the boxes themselves exist in a state of flux between existence and non-existence, at least until removed from Delibird's pouch.
With the way it thumbs its nose at physics like that, I'd almost say Delibird might be the proxy of some sort of chaos-loving extradimensional entity. I might say that, but then I would open up to whether Blastoise would be subject to a similar entity that allows it to store a nigh-infinite amount of Hydro Cannon water within a finite amount of body space, or whether the Miltank, Pikachu or what have you that learned Present from a Delibird father is also tied to a similar otherworldly being. It's probably best to just roll with the Pokémon universe's unusual treatment of the nature of matter. You'll be saner that way.
I'd rather make up my own madness to modify the one given to me.
I bestow upon you the gift of air from my lungs. I'm still working out how to transfer that over the internet.
The Internet is a series of tubes. All you need is build a lot of pressure, and maybe I'll get it.
Bonus points if you manage to air out my computer.
Happy Birthday! Here, have an Official Fanfiction University of Doctor Who sweatshirt (Sorry if it isn't one of your fandoms) and have a sonic pen. Useful for sonicy stuff.
Hope you have and or are having a great day!
I have for you a top hat kitten, strange biological anomalies and all. As I recall, you have thought about how it fits together, so I need not give you the warning associate with using feline eldritch abominations as gifts.
Happy Birthday!
...to put it next to its big brother, the gay leopard jacket, as Michael Thorton called it.
Together they're certain to be more protective than any suit of armour.
Drinks for everyone!
I love tonic water, and I don't drink alcohol.
I wonder...does Bleepto-Dismal taste similar?
I don't know that I've ever had tonic water, actually. I might have to try that sometime.
Anyway, you are not the only person who doesn't drink alcohol around here. Neshomeh is also a teetotaler, and that is perfectly fine. Just means there is more alcohol for me. :P
So, enjoy your drink of choice, everyone!
-Phobos
Have a baker's dozen of chocolate chip cookies. They're not a lie I swear.
...that I can't add much commentary to it. Nice, thanks!
Mm...chocolate.
I, uh, may have gone overboard on the baking >.>
...there's no such thing as going overboard with baking.
Unless you happen to lose it and start going Sweeney Todd, in which case I'm fairly certain I've got a Suelent Green recipe somewhere.
...I've got the oven if you've got the 'Sue.
I've put it at the bottom of a mineshaft along with the Deletium from my last Windows uninstall.
*wraps Random Generic Gift in purple paper*
*hands to DemonFiren*
*runs away*
-Aila
...and thanks for not using urple paper.
And I see I've got a blaster with two settings: Quince jelly and raspberry ice cream.
Have a sack of pebbles and your very own sling to throw them with! Also cake!
...give me a Sueliath and call me David, though, I promise I'll practice.
As for the cake, which universe is it from? Do I get uj'alayi, or a lie?