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Yep! Ru is perfectly <large clunking sounds> free to <chains dragging> move about the room. <heavy padlocks clink shut> I'm thinking of donning one of her Piggy wigs and talking her into adopting me. We have been having, oh, SUCH fun! (And the fact that I think being bitten by a garden snake...

Oh my! Well, before things descend into violence, let me just step in here. First off, I am still very happily out of Canada and visiting the continental US. Actually... I'm NOT visiting the continental US. I'm visiting Ruahnna. <listens happily for the terrified screams of non ushy gushy...

<stares> Canadian BACON? Yeesh, where's Piggy and her karate when you need her? She knows how to deal with that sort of unflattering nickname! Besides, back home, we don't CALL it Canadian bacon. We call it back bacon. And, yes, thank you Ed, I'm having a lovely time, and very much looking...

Leyla: Lieutenant Jimmy, we have a situation! There's a hole... there's a hole... there's a hole in the bottom of the se- I mean... there's a hold that needs patching! Now, I need you to go fetch a few more planks... Jimmy. Jimmy: <to Lisa> Hi there, sweet thing. I see ya over there. Listen...

Leyla: Look! Oh, everyone's here to help! <sniffle> It does my warrior's heart proud! Hilda: You're an elementary school teach- Leyla: My cold mein and muscular form quiver at the sight of such a touching- Jimmy: She's been a little high strung, lately, ain't she? Leyla: Seal them in...

Leyla <sporting camoflage, a Canada, eh? hat and a bucket of tar> : C'mon! Move it, move it, move it! Hilda: This is the craziest- Leyla: Never say never! Or craziest! There's always room for crazier! It's the Jello (TM) of mental states! Now move! Wanda: But where are we going with all...

Attention please: For those of you anxiously awaiting posting, I'm afraid there's been a delay. You see, due to Prawnie's unexpectedly tripping into a gutter, his story, his mind and his mouth must all undergo a thorough cleaning. Don't worry, I'm on the job, bleach and a scrub brush at the...

<belts> It's your birthday, it's your birthday, it's your birthday, boy or girl! I'm sure I'm referencing something with that song, but I've no idea what it is anymore. HAPPY BIRTHDAY! <butters her nose>

YAAAAAAAAAAY! Oh, great job Prawnie! Love the snooty guy, the suits, the correspondance school! <laughs> Oh, such fun! Adored Rizzo attempting to help Gonzo, and Sam's apology! And I like that when Rizzo gives up, it's just the impulse he needs to get in there. Awesome. You're good...

NICTITATING MEMBRANES! Totally made my day... and I'm WELL into the next day. Also, I finally GOT P Harmony. Yes, I am dumb as a post. Maybe when Beaker dumps the stump he'll talk...er, meep, at me. Love Kermit's faith in Fozzie, and Robin's in Kermit, and really the whole thing is so fun...

Oh! OH OH OH OH OH! It's been SO long since I've read this! Oh, I've forgotten so much of the ANGUISH in this. It's completely restabbing me, and I have no defense... and it''s tragic and... and beautiful for it's tragic ness... and darned if I'm not trying not to cry. Oh, shoot. There I go...

I'm sure it could be worse, Lisa. Apparently beats sleeping. You? And.... what is Prawnie implying over there? That my cello doesn't WANT to hold on to me? That I am somehow forcing it to dance because it has no arms? Well, let me tell you ... <drags back escaping cello> ... That is simply not true.

Um... actually... that's the cello, Prawnie. But yes! He can! I have the most peculiar friends too. It's a gift... at least, that's my story annd I'm sticking to it.

<dances with cello> Hey Prawnie, hey Lisa! They kicked me out for rapping. So... now I'm dancing.

<pats cello contentedly> Don't worry, I won't let Gonzo get a hold of you aga-... what? You gotta be kidding! <listens> Seriously? ...but if you go into a daredevil lifestyle, who will I play rap songs on? <listens> Yes, I DO think it's disturbing that I keep talking to inanimate objects.

<tosses coupon at nearest American dancing couple> And you had no rhythm, either! <hauls out cello and slips into penguin orchestra> Some fun, eh? How about a little Mozart? No? Telemann? Verdi?

<continues dancing with coupon> I am SO not stepping on your toes. <frowns at coupon> You know what? I'm sick of this. I'm joining the penguins. Where's my black and white concert dress?

<tries to get coupon to dip her> Gender neutral inanimate object is STILL closer to "guy" than I am. And I am NOT pathetic.

<continues arguing> I don't care if you have no legs. You're the guy!

<argues with coupon> Well, I just don't think I should lead! I'm the girl!