Re: A thread to show that there is still a pulse of life in the forum....

[Prof. George of Chaos]

Alac! Competition! I shall have to fashion a tea-shield!

#Sets to with waxed-canvas, sewing equipment and an old umbrella.#

[Pheobsky]

*ducks behind the boiler*
Don't get tea on my newly polished brass!

[Zwack]

Dashed unsporting behaviour, showering chaps with tea.

Z.

[Prof. George of Chaos]

Dashed unsporting behaviour, showering chaps with tea.

Not a tea man, eh?

Well lets see how you like my CRUET GRENADES!

#Sets down an ornamental cruet set and ducks behind the boiler with Pheobsky, fingers in ears and eyes clenched tight.

Waits.

Is faced with an anticilmax.#

Hang on...If that isn't exploding then the active ingredient must still be in...#In a panic flings his coat to a far corner of the room, where it bursts into cinnamon-smelling flames.#

I suppose a demonstration of my muffin-mortar is out of the question at this point?

[Pheobsky]

Hang on I can still hear a ticking...
*cautiously peers out*

[Sir A Poiselamppe]

Worry not!!!! I have disabled the device with my Toast Morningstar....

[Zwack]

It's not that I don't like tea, but being showered with it is a bit too much. One would much rather sit down around the table and consume the tea, and varieties of baked goods in a polite and civilised manner.

Z.

[Mrs. Sullivan]

I suppose a demonstration of my muffin-mortar is out of the question at this point?

Some years ago I left my then-boyfriend and some of his gaming buddies alone in the house with a stack of freshly baked muffins I had made for breakfast. I went out shopping only to return to find that a muffin war had broken out during my absence, and someone had broken a pane out of one of the living room windows by flinging a muffin through it.

Needless to say, i was quite embarassed to find that my baked goods had been used as ammunition.

My baking skills have improved considerably since then.

Mrs. S.

[Violet R]

Do you have dwarf ancestry by any chance?

[Prof. George of Chaos]

It's not that I don't like tea, but being showered with it is a bit too much. One would much rather sit down around the table and consume the tea, and varieties of baked goods in a polite and civilised manner.

Z.

Well...I suppose I can't fault that ambition.
#Takes crockery fromm a nearby cupboard and begins laying the table.#

Now, would any of you chaps and chapettes have a set of atches about your person?

What do I need matches for, you ask? Why, for my Internal Combustion Teapot, of course!

Violet! You too enjoy Terry Pratchett's fine works?

[Pheobsky]

Still going!

It's not that I don't like tea, but being showered with it is a bit too much. One would much rather sit down around the table and consume the tea, and varieties of baked goods in a polite and civilised manner.

Z.

Well...I suppose I can't fault that ambition.
#Takes crockery fromm a nearby cupboard and begins laying the table.#

Now, would any of you chaps and chapettes have a set of atches about your person?

What do I need matches for, you ask? Why, for my Internal Combustion Teapot, of course!

Violet! You too enjoy Terry Pratchett's fine works?

I fear that the internal combustion teapot may rapidly become an external combustion teapot- oh well! *passes matches and safety goggles*

[Zwack]

Still going!

*Dons Safety Glasses*

You expected otherwise? I'm afraid that I check in every now and again...

Z.

[Sir A Poiselamppe]

So after a long absence I find myself here again... BG having had some sort of breakdown (rubber band again probably....

So.. Tea and scones anyone?

[Herr Döktor]

Last time we suspected foul play: traces of ovaltine were found in the donkey...

[Captain Lyerly]

"Some Ovaltine, perhaps?"

"Nothing, THANKS!"


Chas.