The RHLC!

[CensoredAlso]

This thread? You can't count that high!

 

[The Count]

Heh... Please, the 3rd SemiAnnual MC Award thread holds the record for ziffles in one thread. Besides, Erin... If you think there are muffins here to end a 7-year famine, you don't want to know what I have to wade through over in MopFam... Now there's a muffin bumber crop that'd keep the solar system nourished for a few eons.

OK Sis... You can stay... Just remember to not get carried away with the pranks.

Richard, you asked for it, good luck trying to deal with them.
*Leaves RHLC HQ.

 

[christyb]

*looks at Count then quickly hides food coloring*

Oookkkaaayyyy I'll be good.

 

[Beauregard]

Hey! On the subject of the Peace Carol...(Yes, I can be good)...it truely is a beautifull song, and it makes me sad to hear it...yet happy at the same time? pretty much the same reaction I get from any uplifting Richard Hunt song.

OOC: *grabs the food colouring from Christy and pours it onto a bagel to make said bagel look like a choclate doughnut*

 

[christyb]

*wipes chocolate doughnut off my face*

Didn't I hear something about an annual SWAEHB/RHLC food fight???? *gets a mishievous look*

 

[Beauregard]

Sorry CB, didn't realise you were halfway through eating that bagel when I started pouring brown ink all over it...which explains the black-and-white minstral type smile you have right now...*eyebrow raise*

So what did I hear about a softball game or a foodfight? Who says it has to be one of the other? Softball...with food! I'll bring the balls from our thread, you good poeple find some food.

 

[CensoredAlso]

Sure, we're the Richard thread, we always have food! Hehe

 

[The Count]

*Voiceover: Congratulations Bo! You just said today's secret word!
*Trap door from the ceiling opens up and Bo gets pelted by the sudden waterfall of ping-pong balls burying him under all of their collective white orblike bodies.

 

[Beauregard]

I didn't say kokomobruhahalemonade! It's all lies!

 

[The Count]

*Voiceover: Congratulations! You just said it again!
*A second torrent of ping-pong balls drop from the still open ceiling trap door, burying Bo even deeper.