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Chapter 8 Clifford sat heavily behind his desk at Cliff Top Estates. He'd bought the business when he sold an old church his parents had left him, long before he ever met Skeeter. Speaking of which, he had six messages from her already, collected just on the drive over here. Clifford...

There! I read it! Happy? :halo:

Oooh, what to say, what to say...Kermit, for a start. That's Kermit. Right there. See? See him? *points* Kermit. He's real. Sam. *points at Sam* That's Sam. Robin is Robin. Bob isn't Rob, though, and Rob isn't Bob. Wait...um? But KERMIT! He's Kermit. Yes he is. And don't you dare tell...

Boy: *is unconcious* *is sprayed* *is still floating in unconciousness* Oh, hi dad...

Fan: *squeaky voice* Hi, I'm UnderPants Man's number one fan...in fact, I am his only fan...

And defends fruitarians to the last...bite of him is consumed in a Berry Lee Ripple Icecream Sunday.

Boy: *tries the same* Ow...*is unconcious*

Boy: Quick let's go! *runs and slams door* *pause* Maybe we should be outside of it first...yeah, that gag never gets old.

Polly: Not so fast! Snail: *Beauregard voice* ...yeah, I know, but I'll get there in the end. Boot: *in Sam voice* Not, if I squishe you this very instant. *does*

(Hmmm...it's an idea, but it's too complicated to work with cannon because I'm VERY selfish over Father's history and have been 'working' *cough* on a fan-fic about his past...it would just never work out properly, we'd be better off giving the family a different name and set it in the same...

I think...something that's not in the WORLD at all! It's a message! From the other-side of the world! That's dark, creepy, red-hot place known as...*pause* Australia?

*realises I was point at the mirror* Oh...crabs...

*looks up shiftily* It was...er...HIM!

Out of character: I feel so helpless trapped in the character of adolecent boy with no hair...where's Father when I need him (not you, Prawnie! Speaking of which, does this look like NOT being online to you? Hmmm???)

*throws vacvortex on floor and stamps on it* Did that help?

Drat! I really did kill it! *attempts rejuvenation* Arise Barry Lee thread, holder of the high holy Hamster and healthy, headstrong, heaving Hippos!

*grabs vacvortex from FBI man* Hands off my LIZARD! *pause* Lemme try that one again. *grabs vacvortex from FBI man* DON'T touch my LIZARD! *pause* Wait, I liked it better the first way... ...(what's the confession Beak?)

I like my women's like I like my coffee, h'okey.

Well done, Daddy. *takes wallet from uncocious father's pocket*

Er, Dad, your Mother/wife's sister is stuck in a bush...and you know a bird in the bush isn't worth that much...maybe you should take her off E-bay now?