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Oh so VERY creepy.

Yay! And a penguin! Insanity rules!

Maudlin nudges the volume button with the tip of her fingernail. It clicks to 123445567889099876754422 decibels and refuses to go any further. "Drat."

he sets the volume on OVER NINE THOUSAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAND!!!

Dude, those are cool, yo!

"WELCOME TO THE PARTY!!!" said Krisp.

... to ELEVEN.

Truly creepy.

In the interest of Halloween, I stumbled upon a very awesome collection of art that was a) Halloween-ish and b) PPC-ish. Here's the link so that you all can see it.

http://jeftoon01.deviantart.com/gallery/#Twisted-Princess

What do you think of it?

Both the agents nodded in acknowledgment heaved the piñata over to the designated spot.

"Goodness, girl, what kind of candy is in this thing, rocks?" Sive asked Eesa as they both experienced the numb-armed feeling of someone who has carried something too heavy for too long.

"No rocks, I'm afraid," replied Eesa, trying to tug an offset part of her costume back into place, but unable to do so because her arms wouldn't move. "However, I did add quite a bit of half-pound chocolate bars spiked with bleepka."

Sive tried to raise her arms to scratch her forehead and winced in pain.

"That would explain it."

Sounds like a kind of duck.

Maudlin gives Krisprolls the "hand of rock" and fiddles with buttons on the CD player, barely managing to insert the disk without catching her sleeves or hair in anything. She straightens up and turns to Sedri. "'A Word World', eh?"

A ferret, a small fox, two teenagers, and a Potterverse wizard came rushing in.

"PPC-wide Halloween party?" Adder yelped. "We were gonna have one ourselves, but this is better!"

"Oi, Cai!" the ferret Kestrel whooped. "It's our RPin' debut! Why'd yer make me get outta me costume, eh?"

The wizard sighed. "Mainly because I don't want to have to carry you to Medical after you get shot for dressing up as Enoby Dark'ness Dementia Raven Way."

"What a shame," Deuce muttered.

Kieran stayed silent, periodically looking back to make sure a certain tattooed ferret kit hadn't followed them.

Nobody could ACCIDENTALLY render "Minister of Magic Cornelius Fudge" as "Mystery of Magic Cornelia F**k".

But something about the kitten guy makes me think he's for real. There's something so creepily earnest about him ... Don't get me wrong, I firmly believe that what somebody writes does not necessarily bear any resemblance to what they may think in reality. (Though after some thought I think I will edit the warning on my "Mossflower Science Theatre" page to reflect that Chaser Wolf pointed out that in the book Matthias' age isn't given, so we can imagine it's an AU where the poor kid's eighteen. I don't know if that was CW's intent, but I'm going to pretend it is. Given that the characters are clearly fictional it's unlikely to get me into any trouble if I don't, but just in case I ever go to Canada or something :) ... Didn't occur to me there'd be a problem when I first put it up because it's clearly fictional and I didn't write the icky bits myself, and if it was going to be a problem someone would have told me long ago, but now I think I'd be more comfortable if I redid it like that. Won't change the actual MSTing though. Excuse long tangent.) But this guy ... to quote someone on LJ, the inside of his head has to be one ugly place.

...I did not just mistake the "author" field for the "subject" field... *Jedi mind trick*

"A pity I'm disguised as a non-violent person. Whatever," said Krisprolls.
"Yeah?" said What'.
"Not you, you idiot."
"We should have brought our virtual Vulcan before you said anything. Now it's too late. We're stuck."

"We're going to play U2!" Krisprolls couldn't wait.

"Excellent!" said Sedri. "Set it up over there past the food tables and we'll try and find some non-leathal sticks for people to hit it with."

Agent Sedri gleefully begins punching buttons on her snitched portal generator.

A blue glow fills the room, vanishing a few moments later. Sedri reappears with a massive, and obviously very expensive CD player.

"Where did you get that?"

Not quite meeting Maudlin's eyes, Sedri replied, "Er... a Word World... Does it matter?"

Agent Sedri paused in her decorating to eye the pumpkin. Her brow furrowed, and she approached it hesitantly, carving knife in hand.

"All right, you," she said. "Are you here as a guest or as dinner?"

Unless there are canonical hybrids, then no, they're not going to be able to reproduce.

For a start, the one thing everyone knows about Gallifreyans is they have two hearts, right? Humans have one. Anyone want to work out how the maternal-to-foetal bloodflow issue is going to work?

'Selaface, 'genetically similar enough to produce offspring' is actually one definition of a species. So, uh, for that to work, Humans and Gallifreyans would actually have to be the same species. Because they are two different species, ergo they are NOT genetically similar enough to produce offspring.

"Krisprolls is going to eat it all at once."
"Like he wouldn't. There ain't got no hope for us."
"YAYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY"

I also worship the band and believe Bono, especially when he talks about Edge (including the stuff about him being basically a Vulcan from the future). But I don't mind mocking the bandmembers from time to time. Especially Bono.
And Larry is 2cm shorter than Bono.
Well, nice to meet a fellow fan. I love these guys and their music. It's totally awesome. Especially what Edge does.

As a matter of principle, I am not okay with this.

Because I am one of those wacky fans who has no sense of humor and hero-worships the entire band believes every word out of Bono's mouth almost without question.

(Besides, the shortest guy should -always- be Bono. He just has to wear platform boots. Geez, man, pay attention!)