What's the Deal with all These "What's the Deal with..." Threads?

[The Count]

*Fires two servings of slaw at Snowth, shot from the ol' salad tosser. Getting kinda peckish myself... *Dumps a serving into my own personalized bowl and grabs a mini bottle of Sprite.

 

[D'Snowth]

Say, got anymore milkshakes on hand?

 

[The Count]

The pitcher filled with what's left of vanilla and chocolate milkshake's in the fridge. Help yourself buddy.

 

[D'Snowth]

Sweet!

 

[Beauregard]

Say, got anymore milkshakes on hand?

Cheese...rat poison...cheese...rat poison...Dah!

 

[D'Snowth]

Cheese...rat poison...cheese...rat poison...Dah!

*Boxing glove knocks out Beau*

 

[Beauregard]

That's been happening a lot lately...*falls into punch bowl* Yeah...that's was your cue...

 

[The Count]

Yeah... Too bad he can't stay knocked out. Guess now he's all wet.

 

[theprawncracker]

Maybe if you're lucky, Ed, he'll end up all washed up.

 

[The Count]

One can only hope my fiend. Spooking of which, I now have a new character and new angle for when I bring in Death/The Reaper at my haunted realm.
*Evil laughter.