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Er...no. Unless Kevin is isnterested. And he said he'd take a look, but not till after the summer, I think. He's the only person I can think of off de top of my top-knot.

Yes. You got that right, Harvey Towers.

GAME MASTER: Corect. That door leads to freedom. Do not take that door or that game ends here with Skeeter never being found. And for discovering it so fast, here are two more signs they discover further down the hall. "1dering why the creatures dance, 2day the caranium thinks hard." "1...

The Muppet's walk into the hall. Darkness, then a single bulb lights up. The hallway is long and windy, with doors marked 1, 2, and 3. There are three sings down the hall. At the other end is a dead-end. The signs say: "1'ce upon a time a creature met a king who was meant 2 be alive beyond...

Yey! Welcome to the un-official hot tubs. We'll move the soggy britney of Luke's out the wy, and provide rubber duckies. Have a swim. And welcome!

Not exactly, I don't think. Hi, by the way, I'm from England.

Sorry, Vic, dear.

*rings red* "Hello. I'll be coming to your party. Is ther anything you'd like me to bring?...ok then. Yeah. Bye Red." Beau wonders in on the last word. Beau: Oh. Red. Ok.

*bang* *shoots ChristyB's list*

Er...yeah. Now, the present problem is the door has dissapeared from this room, and we can't get out, also teh compute terminal is dead, and the lights are the only things on. Now, what I think we need to do to find Skeeter we should find this guy again.

Yes, mother. ;) You've made me laugh! Which means points to you, and you are part of the club, and you get free picks. Vic, do not answer my questian as to your health or I'll get in trouble. Please acknowledge you have read and understood this message.

Gee, Boss. That was...um..interesting wasn't it. Looks to me like he was saying something about the first man in Africa killing the King of the Jungle and his brain being stored in these caves and preserved by a high-tech advanced society of elephant machinery....*deep breath* Try saying that...

Oops. Posted at the same time as you. FM, let me know any other of my songs and I'll send them to you. Vic, how are you? Bea:zany:{Trying to find an excuse for afinal post for Vic here}regard

To Flying Mesen, 1. Welcome to MC! 2. I'll send Mr Bassman plus any others you want free to your e-mai address as soon as you send that e-mail address to me (beauregard97@gmail.com) 3. Nice to meet you! Enjoy MC, and join the crazyness!

I love the chaos! I love the chaos!

The Puppeteer: Oh you would, would you. Oh my. How quaint. *does a little Jim Carry like dance* Well, my little toady friend, there is a smal problem. Mayhaps I do not wish to tell you about your sister...but, I can tell you about my-me-I-self. *grinch-like grin* Who hey! Boo! Dahrum, te tah...

Phill's had that idea suggested to him before, and he doesn't want to do the organising of a get together from MC, but I'm sure he would approve of it.

The Puppeteer: Ha! Hahaha! Mwahahahaha! *bows mokingly, swishing cape* Well, well, Mr King of Potato People. you must be wondering exactly who I am, well, perhaps I should tell you. Perhaps not. Well, Gonzo, I'm surely glad he knows who's boss.

Ok. I'll ask him. Thanks. Also, if you want to spill teh load of Mp3s asked for onto moi, I'm willing to oblige and send some of mine out for you.

*searches Kookazsa* "The Kookazsa Tribe, by Skeeter Gross The Kokazsa Tribe are the most feared race of people in our town, but we have to ask a simple questian, why? Shouts are heard, "They steal our children!" "They raid our town." But, I did not become a reporter on words alone, but...