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Father: Yeah, keep talking Ghost Picture or I'll be rearranging your ghostly visiage and you'll be looking like a Picasa...Yes, I get aggressive when approached by creepy artestry...

YaY! Welcome back! Missed ya, CherryPot.

*pulls Bear face* Oh where, oh where, oh where is Byron... Where oh where oh where is Bryon.... Where of where oh where is Byron... Where can Byron be... Oh BYRON!

Gee, I do hope Mokey's man is m'okey.

Father: *pulling the picture off the wall* Alright, we're gunna need clear instructions, nothing artsy or tricksy, or I'll start Pick-asoing your paint off...

Why did a mime try to cook an egg on his foot? Because it was a pan-toe...Panto...get it, get it?

Bo: *falls asleep on computer*... Beau: That can't be comfortable... Bo: Izzz not... Beau: Why are you--? Bo: Wiki...must write...wiki... Beau: Ahh...*lifts Bo up, carries him, and dumps him into bed*

Father: *shakes head and walks along the hallway of the spooktastic hotel, turning a corner to see a line of Suits of Armour...* I knew it...this place is crawling with robots...*spin-kicks the first sit of armour, sending it crashing into the others, throwing the entire line down like dominoes*...

I can't wait! Well, I can...but...that's not the point here.

Father: *stares at scarpering children* Yes, I do use talc on my nose when it gets itchy, red, or greasy...that does NOT make me appear like a ghost in the dark I swear...Guys?

Father: *glances over shoulder, sure he's heard something* *then is pushed inside the building by Goat* Oh...that works. Shh! Do you hear evil laughter? *turns to camera* I don't mean the laugh track...

OOC: Wahhaaha! Father: Should we attempt to knock, try ringing the doorbell, or just kick through the woodwork?

*laughs!* Wocka, wocka! *throws stuff like rotten tomatoes...and chairs* Pantomime in the British sence of the word is a very traditional show that tends to be put on at least once in every town or villiage around the whole of the country every January-ish time. Here's what I found on...

Father: *smacks the mutant badger on the nose, knocking it to the ground, and steps out of the woods* Now I wonder why this place has a rumour of being creepy...*steps over a team of heavy-duty-battle-armed-tiny-mutant-ants*...Mother, keep up. This is the hotel where Kyle was kept by himself...

*giggles!* It comes up from time to time. He once posted a very classic thread which has stuck in our minds, suggesting that men should join forces and stop showering, because the 'natural scent' of a man was what attracted women. Apparently. Don't you agree? I know that Byron was posting...

I'm very impressed! It's retro, and awesome. The kind of thing that you'd find on t-shirts in years to come.

I have elbows! uIo CANuaNOT erTYioPE WITasH TreHEM.

Fish don't like you either.