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I shove 415 dollars down the sewer, and suddenly I'm "likeable" and "sweet"? Neat. *Shoves another 500 for good luck* If they're from last year, then why wasn't I able to find them when I did the complete three hour google search? And why couldnt' I find the wikia articles either? The internet...

Oh my gosh, that almost rhymed. Creative genius! *Shoves down sewer again* Well I'm off to google Richard again. How old were those interviews?

Hang on...200...five...205..2.50...207.50...this quarter has a spot of lint... Sorry, your money is worthless. *Shoves down sewer* Lintless money next time.

Why yes. Thank you. And that will be five extra dollars for the trouble, plus 2.50 cause I feel like it. And she was buying stories, not balloons, silly. The balloons were complimentary. ::insert terrible pun here:: But now that you mention it, it'll be an extra 200 for the balloons.

Give me fifteen dollars, have I not made that clear?

No. And for that assumption, now it's fifteen.

Well in that case, ten dollars each.

Oh, I've got bajillions. Here, take some of mine. Five dollars each. *Hands out stories*

Ha, Muppetnewsgirl. Good for you, sticking up for yourself against a helpless three year old. ;) Still, I applaud your decision. I would have done the same thing. :)

Who, Richard? Ooooooh, that'd be weird. I was thinking it might be Steve. But no, he wouldn't be dumb enough to submit himself to this kind of insanity.

Wow, I really did scare the guest off. Score. *Sets out guest traps* Aw, thanks Skye. (-:

Still, there always seems to be one guest at all times. *Points to "Currently Active Users" thing* See? I wonder who it is. HEY! JOIN! *Watches them scamper off* Oops. Thank you all for the support of my poem. ^_^

Thanks Sara. How are you feeling these days, anyway? Have you been recuuperating all right with your knee and all? Hmm, only one guest now. I must have scared them away. BOO.

Eh...it's one of the first poems I've written, and I think it turned out decenter than the others (if that is in fact a word). But he would hate it, not liking sentimentality and all that stuff, i.e. the dream. It's like a boatload of sentiment. :D Oh great. Five guests. Hello, I'd love for...

Richard wasn't entertained by it, he teased me cause of it. And he rightly should have. It stinks. But I could post it...maybe...BLECH. Okay, just read it again. It's terrible, and sad, and yuck. Deleting it...maybe...all right, if you REALLY want to read it...don't you love how I don't form...

Skye, you had a dream too? Oh, I forgot. I distinctly remember that when Steve showed the quarter, he let out this laugh that sounded exactly like Rizzo's. Not that interesting, but worth noting maybe.

Long time ago. It stunk, and it wasn't about him. I thought it was, but now that I've gotten to "know" him a little better through the interviews, it doesn't really match with him well. That's art for ya. I'd post it here, but I don't want to scar you with terrible writing.

Yay Skye! *Sets out balloons* I've had 600 forever. And about half of em are in here. ;) I forgot. I had a dream finally. So Steve Whitmire came over to my house, and he asked "Which hand dost contain the trinket" AKA which hand has the quarter in it in medeival talk. I picked the right hand...

Kind of like that Richard story, where he kept spraying at the puppeteers with the water gun, so they all got him back with the hose. That's my favorite one. :-)

No, they liked it. Weird little fellows. I didn't physically lock it, I just leaned against the door. Then I jumped out of the way, and they went sailing across the room. Plus, they kept spraying at me with the hose later, so I guess it's an eye for an eye kind of thing. You're right Skye...