MC Dorms: Sorry, We're Closed Take 2

[Muppet Newsgirl]

Of corpse diets stink Kath. Don't you know what they mean? It's DIE with a T!
UD: Someone die?
No, just proving a scientifically longheld well-established point.
UD: Oh, my mistake.
*Goes back to trying to find something good to read from the library of fanfics' offerings.

Storyteller: Now, I think it's quite noble of her. I mean, the efforts to eat healthy foods, to take excellent care of herself, to resist temptations...
Beige: Oh, Storyteller, you're NOT helping. And you're really one to talk, after you devoured half that pan of radish bars while working on that play about the Merggles.
Nora: (lying on sofa) Hey, guys, keep it to a dull roar, okay?
Erin: (playing Clue with Scooter) How's the headache, Nora?
Nora: Like I've got a jackhammer grinding into my right temple.
Erin: Oh, yeah, I know the feeling. I always get one of those when there's a deadline on the horizon. (to Scooter) Your move.
Scooter: Right. (rolling dice) All right, Professor Plum, in the billiard room, with the rubber chicken.
Storyteller: A rubber chicken? That's not a Clue weapon!
Erin: (holding up card with chicken on it) In this edition, it is.

 

[The Count]

*The manic laughter you hear coming from underground is me dying after reading an MST/Carmen Sandiego fanfic.

 

[RedPiggy]

Me (appears in a flash of water with the others): Oh, school?

Rizzo (coughs out water): I t'ought you didn't wanna go back to school.

Me (smiles): Zoot would make a good teacher, though.

Turbo (looks at Spamela): I'm sittin' wit' her.

Oscar (sighs, wringing out burlap)

 

[The Count]

Hmm... Don't think I saw it. The one I sorta fondly remember is She-Creature. And I do love Final Justice's ending with Mike tossing Crow out of his office—the movie theater—before getting into a meeting with Steve Guttenberg's people. Those are the episodes I laughed at the most, when they have an added discussion/sketch during the movie's credits.

 

[RedPiggy]

Me: So, what's first on today's lesson plan? World domination?

Turbo (gazing at Spamela): Honey-flavored Doozah stick configurations?

Rizzo (elbows Turbo): Yer droolin', sweet pea.

Oscar: How 'bout settin' up a recyclin' program in Hensonville? Just hand me all yer trash!

Rizzo: Whatcha gonna turn da stuff into?

Oscar: Who says I gotta do anything wit' it, Rat? I jus' want it!

 

[The Count]

*Sees Kelly stepping out of her watery fall... *Floored by her heavenly form.
Mama? Wha hapa?
*Passes out again.

 

[RedPiggy]

Me (to Rizzo): Hahaha, fail!

Rizzo: Bite me, Cleopatra.

 

[The Count]

*Tacks notice next to the door. We'll be opening our doors next Monday, 2/1/2010. Applications should be submitted upon the date mentioned. Study hard and good luck to all.

Signed, Mr. E?

 

[RedPiggy]

Me (reads notice): Oh, so we ARE opening soon.

Rizzo: You got da apps filed, right?

Me (nods): Yeah, but it says here you gotta file on that day. *shrugs* I guess I have to go scrounge around for y'all's birthdays again. *to Oscar* Hey, you got it, that little note I kept the birthdays on?

Oscar: Nah. Why would I keep up wit' dat trash? Not like I'm gonna make cards or nothin'.

Me (puts hand in pockets -- finds note): Never mind! Here it is!

 

[The Count]

Don't worry Kelly, I still have your roomies' info. Applications filing was meant more for whoever new decides to want to join, and others from the regular cast of residents.
*Sneaks off to do some reading.