Kiss or Kill LXXXVI: Please mail suggestions for a new title to the Governor's Office

[Drakeburn]

*offers a carrot*

@ V : I'm not turning over to the ponies side, I'm just trying to make peace with them.

[Mauve Shirt]

*stabs* Don't be friends with the ponies! In fact, what are you doing here? Go back to the counting thread!

[Amiria]

* puts in a comfy chair and gives hot chocolate *

Relax !

[Mercenary Pen]

*pokes you with the soft cushions, demanding the entire time that you confess everything*

@V: I am one of these

[Balmas]

*examines closely* What exactly are you, anyway?

...

*munches the carrot*

[Lord Fullbladder, Master of Goblins]

*leans in close*

He's going to tell you he's a robotic suit. His other secret is that he doesn't have a pilot.

*lights cigarette with acetylene torch*

@V: Actually I'm the flammable one. I'm taking medication for it.

[Drakeburn]

*Douses the cigarette with dwarven ale, accidentally setting the Master of Goblins of fire*

Oops. Who knew dwarven ale was flammable.....

[Strategos]

""Good Morning!
**hugs**
**gives a bottle of fine elven wine to**

[Amiria]

* good night ... hug *

[Kneenibble]

*sits on shoulder and preens the feathers on your costume smooth, tweeting and clicking a string of sweet nothings*

@v *nibbles fingertips* Just no slime in the hair, luv

[Lix Lorn]

(pets gently, dripping slime and promising to take care of you and look after you always and forever)

^ I'll try? (is a slimegirl today)

[smuchmuch]

*Overcooks* with extreme prejudice

[Drakeburn]

*pokes with a stick*

[Balmas]

*presents with an upgraded flamethrower* It drops to approximately melee range, but does three times as much damage.

@V: Now there's an idea; a series of clones to take the fall for the insidious way I eat my biscuit. *drinks orange juice* Thank you.

[Elemental]

I thought I sentenced you to the tower...
Oh well. Must've been your evil twin then...

*serves biscuits and orange juice while conversing politely with*

[Kneenibble]

*enters the room quietly, and gives you and Balmas cushions woven from the fleece of llama's throats and embroidered fancifully with silk thread, stuffed with budgie down gathered from the nests of my largest flock*

*leaves some Anzac biscuits on a plate of alabaster inlaid with lapis and jade, made with treacle as per Elemental's instruction*

[Drakeburn]

*gives Kneenibble a plate of mashed potatoes and gravy, a bowl of peanuts, and a pumpkin pie*

[Balmas]

*records a CD of classical recordings for*

[Mercenary Pen]

*records images of CDs into replica classical architecture*

@V: *dissects it with beam funnels about a kilometre away from me*

[Amiria]

* gives a tasty thermonuclear missile *

[smuchmuch]

*Hugapitate*

[Kneenibble]

*lifts up bottom of mask with fingers in a glove of navy blue silk satin sewn with seed pearls, and kisses on the bare point of the chin -- the smuchmuchian chin beneath all glamours, leaving a red petal of lipstick there*

Il y avait une âcre saveur sur ton menton. Était-ce la saveur du sang?


@v *flutters into the middle of the bowl and gobbles down nuts, berries, and jewels alike greedily*

Thank you *tweet*

[Drakeburn]

*hands Kneenibble a large bowl of nuts, berries, and jewels*

[Balmas]

*gives a rocket launcher* Go! Zombies are attacking the old farm!

[Watcher]

*slaps with a trout* Hey, whoah, hey. Wait wait wait wait. Maybe they're friendly! *wanders out towards the horde*

Gyaa-haaggh! *runs back* Yeah, never mind. *unslaps with the trout*

*readies the cannons*

[Lord Fullbladder, Master of Goblins]

You didn't even try the universal greeting! Thanks a lot, Watcher, you've completely compromised our diplomatic capabilities!

*boards up the door*

I figure we can last a week if we eat Balmas.

[Drakeburn]

*accidentally blows up the old farm with the rocket launcher*

"Cough, cough, cough. Did we win?"

[Amidus Drexel]

*hands cat*

Here, have this cat instead. It doesn't talk as much, so should cook quieter.

Edit:

*Kills ninja-pirate*

None of that, now.

[Watcher]

*heals with Cure Critical Wounds* Hmm. There's probably some Cleric ability that can help in this situation, right? Nothing's coming to mind...

[Mauve Shirt]

*animates all of the dead* Zombies! Zombies for everybody! Hooray!