The RHLC!

[Beauregard]

OH CR-...er...kokomobruhahalemonade...

 

[Ilikemuppets]

Sounds good! I'll have a glass please...

 

[The Count]

*Trap door installed in the ceiling swings open and a third avalanche of ping-pong balls falls from the heavens, burying Bo deeper and deeper beneath their white fluffy yet dimpled textured orblike bodies.

 

[CensoredAlso]

I get what you mean, I used to feel that way too. Though, I think Beaker has made his peace with the situation, he seems to like working with Bunsen. I mean, why else would he stick around? Though his attempts to get into the Electric Mayhem may have been a whim that he could never satisfy, I think he's generally okay with his job and his outlook on life is generally optimistic. You know, if he weren't a piece of foam.

Very well put, Meep! I don't think he ever had a grunge against Bunsen, he's just always hoping THIS experiment will work out!

 

[MeepBorkMeep]

Honestly, do you people have JOBS? Do this all day.

I must say I admire all your lack of work ethic, and will admit to probably end up doing the same thing.

That last statement goes for everyone who's in the RHLC. The people in Swaehb, you should be ashamed.

Well put Heralde.

 

[CensoredAlso]

Alright, alright, let's be nice. After all, we don't have as many posts as we used do, when it was Summertime. We need all the help we can get to keep discussions going.

 

[christyb]

kokomobruhahalemonade? What's that? Well MeepBorkMeep as president and CEO of Steve Whitmire uh huh Admirer's limited I recieve a ridculously large salary for just sitting around talking to sandwiches and annoying the carp out of any MC members who are fascinated with the man known as Richard Hunt. Ashamed? Why no I've barely even begun maxing out Beau's credit card and finding something to cover that statue out front. Not to mention those pictures I ordered as a Christmas present for all of you. No need to thank me. Just never speak of Jelly to the bagels again and all will be well.

 

[MeepBorkMeep]

Hmm...-struggles to come up with properly cutting yet insightfully witty long, drawn out response-

-fails-

Your face, Christyb. Your FACE.

 

[CensoredAlso]

Yeah, that's what I ended up saying earlier too. You know, if you say it over and over, it starts to make sense...

 

[The Count]

Ah yes... A retort as classy and witty as the ever-popular "Up your nose with a rubber hose".

*Checks deliveries... Uh Christy... They lost those pictures you ordered. And I think Sara got a hold of that infamous 21.1 pic, she'll probably use it for any number of extortion tactics.
Oh yeah... The credit company called, you maxed out Bo's cards... Again.
*Walks out trying to keep the peace between both groups.

*Trap door swings open, but ping-pong balls are absent, so nothing drops onto Christy's person.