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*Whatnot goes off to pick Beth... With pick in hand ready to strike. No! You get back here with that! Sorry, they're a bit too-literal minded sometimes. OK, since Commander Prawny has apparently abandoned his own erm, command... Private Beth, you're in charge of the coffee mugs and...

*Sorting through new posts... *Going back to work on that fic... Maybe Beth'll have an idea of an ice cream flavor for my Ace of Spades and I can move forward with my own fic laterish.

*Awake again. Yeah well... You try sifting through a 150+ page fanfic, trying to catch all the quotation marks and apostrophes after copying it from the thread to your computer files, where they don't show up, and arrange the sentence spacing so that it's all properly perfect... And we'll see...

Oh... What a lovely singing voice. Private Kate, you're on, no not KP... You get over there with Randall and get our message out to the masses. Oh yeah... And until Private Layla returns, you're all on Snowth duty. Bye. *Disappears downwards into oblivion secret rabbit hole bunker.

*Lying dead in bed... Two more chapters to go... She's killin' me with these mega-long chapters. And that's both a bad and good thing. Will... Finish... Tomorrow. *Collapses into oblivion.

*Examines Prawny and the lack of his posting here. He's dead Jim. What? How am I supposed to bring him back to life? I'm a pseudo-doctor, not a short order chef! OK, I'll go call him. Hey Uncle Deadly! We need your lightning touch!

Naw man... You do what you think best, you're the storyteller. Just sayin' to think of it as humans. Your dad was alive in let's say the 70's, but you're alive now in the 2000's. Does that mean that there were no "you's" in the 70's? Of course. But does that mean there were no people in...

So... You're versing out into the terrain of Fraggle fics now as well young Muppetwriter? Well, let me see what I can pool from my nocturnal knowledgeable drome. Skeeter Muppet, known as Kim, started one called You'll Be In My Heart where she sort of establishes Tosh Fraggle as niece to...

*Serving hot chocolate. Count: Not sure... You know how ravenous my little bats can be. UD: Not to worry, I've been saving some upon my person. Count: But wouldn't they have... UD: You forget, I can dodge the shadows as deftly as you can. Count: Ah yes. Then allow me. *Both serve their...

*At the common room... UD: Certainly. Count: You know me, the more the merrier. UD: Hot chocolate? *All sit down to listen to Steve's latest entry.

*Downstairs... UD: Isn't he finished yet? Count: No, still three more chapters left to go! UD: He's been working on that non-stop, hasn't he? Count: Vell... There have been some stops... But he vants to get the present perfected for Aunt Ru. UD: You mean the lady who's been writing—...

Ah... Expertly done. Scooter the scout... Sam the oblivious windbag... Kermit the, wait, was he even in this segment? At any rate... Post mooooore please!

Ah-ha! Private Randall! Splendid, splendid. Secure the MC Radio airwaves and start distributing our propaganda cleverly snuck in with each MUP3 requested from your personal provisions. We will get MC merchandise!

*Triggers a cannon accidentally. Blasts Snowths with a Section 8.

Hee... Why don't you just feed it some pepper spray, that ought to sound delicious enough to distract... Oh sorry, talking too loud again. Post more! *Whispering. Post more

Please... She just fell into the laundry room. Well, bye. *Leaves for family's ritual Three Kings gathering at grandfather's house.

... Uh, Commander Prawn? *Prods him with family heirloom nagging stick. *Looks up. Huh? Yay! 175H! *Flees to light penguin cannons.

Ah... Then I now understand. In that case, please allow the person who has left to make a statement themselves. We'd appreciate that level of respectfrom all our members towards each other. Thanks.

*Ahem... TSF, how do you know that Vic's not coming back?

*Sniffs. Why does something have to be wished death upon? What did anything ever do to you? In response, I say... PIES TO THE LAYLA! Oh yeah, and more MC merch. *Tunes in to MC Radio to get transmissions from special correspondant Private Swanson. There are covert messages hidden in his...