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The writings of Paul "OtaKing" Johnson, from back in the day.
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RANDOM WORDS
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Angst
Oh! I am dead! Damn, I seem to be dead!
Oh the angst of war.
People knew you were there when you were walking!
Oh the angst! Why am I so sad? Now I shall die! OH DEATH!
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The Garment Cat.
New Child's TV show of wonder!
The Garment Cat is a cat made of clothes. It dwells in an airing cupboard, solving problems both near and far. The Garment Cat's best friends are the Pants Mouse and the Cravatte Weevil. They too solve problems both near and far.
The first problem they see is a dying DoorMouse, a mouse made out of a door and also the Pants Mouse's lost cousin from both near and far. The dying DoorMouse repeats the plea "Please kill me", which the jolly gang finally do.
Another problem solved, thanks in no small part to...
...The Garment Cat.
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Bread for the Elderly.
Don't ask me why but every time I go to buy bread, a big elephant wearing a top hat and tails stops me with beguiling enchantment. This is, to be quite frankly honest, getting rather tedious and is testing the limits of my otherwise faultless patience. Oh yes indeed, my patience is as faultless as my face, which is utsukushii to the extreme and radiates beams of coffee doom.
At least, old Mama Roach told me that anyway. Oh well, I guess some people just have more Father Beans of rationale on the buffet plate of life.
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Lechery the Owl.
Lechery the happy old owl used to perv over naked girls he watched via his owl-like gaze taking baths and frolicking around whilst naked.
The End.
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Legends of Cheese
Hello. My name is Paul Johnson, and I wish to write seriously about a subject that is of great importance to us all, I'm sure you'll agree. I've been writing furiously on this taxing missive for some time, foregoing all food and vitamin intake in favour of several gallons of Dr Pepper, and thus I must now tell you of my results.
My results are startling. I like Dr Pepper. My results compell all to wave pom poms. I like pants.
Oh my shit, they come again for my pebbles!
Sorry about that. I'm trying to be serious, and I won't be robbed of meaning and sawdust by a large Panda! Bow to my pants! I wave my pom poms at you! Yes, YOU, Nipsy!! Rah rah nippety hopscotch caboola!
I'll start again.
Good Evening. My name is Paul Johnson, but due to a freak accident which left me with a Viking helmet welded to my head, you will now call me Thrangar the Rascal.
Anyhow, I come to you to impart my knowledge and wisdom into your pumy faces!
Hear me or listen! I am the trouser! Hear me and fear! MY POCKING EYES fill you with fear, as my dark toasted minions devour your Yorkies! I'll be the Victors pants! WHAT? My eyes are worth goats' milk!
Anyway, here's my tale. The other day, this guy approached me with a glint of unspeakable rebellion pounding through his intestinal pantaloons. "What?!" cried I. "You bastard rum-juggler! I'll be the judge of insects!"
Well well. The man appalled me! What was I to do, just accept his crippling whoreishness? Well glandular pants! I think I'm quite capable of reading the katakana for "cakes give you head rot", thankyou very much. The grief! I can't live with the grief!
A blow! "Crush!" screamed my fist! The man's head was now squiggly. That'll teach you for eating plums. WHAT? You whore!
Anyhow, here's the moral. Never ever think you can beat a puffin with a cheese grater. Why? Ask me that and I'll bite your legs, ruffian! Australians know things that you never will, Arthur! What? I AM THE MOSS SCRAPER! Without me your hideous clocktower would be full of scorpions. I sting you! I do! I am the Soul Crow! I peck your soul as though it were seed!
If a snake can legally eat a mouse or two, then so shall I! Rah! I am the mindless fool!
So what if waffles taste of peachy froth? We'll be having less of the villainy, you pointy-headed ale monster! Aaagh! My cats rebel!
"In the end, we all bake pants on gas mark 38"- Parambulator Corbusier, 18th century Inventor of stuff.
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The Tidings of Old Father Brine.
Father Brine was an old man who killed children and ate their faces in a pie most Tuesdays. After a while he stopped doing this and planted a few trees.
The End.
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New Child's TV show of Wonder!-
SIEZE THE SEAS, Ceaser of the Seas! (on after HAIL CRUNCHIO!)
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Go Away! KING SAMBO the Mighty!
(200 Episode TV series by Director Paul OtaKing Johnson)
Theme Song- "3,2,1- GO AWAY!!" sung by Yoshiki Fukuyama and the Kawaii schoolgirl chorus.
King Sambo is the story of raging splendour to fire your youthful heart!
Discovered buried deep within Mount Fuji, King Sambo returns to mighty life!!! Re-energised by the passion of Japanese society, King Sambo goes away!! To Fight the Badness!
Deep across the twist of space, the Empire of Badness re-awakens! Led by the dark lord of doom-laden hate, Skrengol McScottish!!
Upon discover of Earth planet! Skrengol orders with a boom "Go! My mighty robot minions! And attack Tokyo!" His plan is to attack Tokyo!
Shock! The first standing!!
Meanwhile! At Densetsu Super Laboratory, Doctor Bakaman orders the pilot, Ringo Sugoi, to pilot KING SAMBO!! Ringo, however, is playing baseball, and refuses to take responsibility!!
The robots of Badness attack, and soon the Tokyo is a crushed grape of horror 'neath the evil of robot bad.
With a DASH, heroic grandaughter of Dr Bakaman, Lily Bakaman, rushes to fight in the newly constructed BALLET PRINCESS Z!
CRUSH! Princess Z is in defeat! Crush! Doomed!
Lily's voice spurs into the actioned! " RINGO! TAKE RESPONSIBILITY!!"
Ringo takes the responsibility! With a shout into the sky!
"GO AWAY! KING SAMBO!!"
321! King Sambo arrives, and stands up! The mightiest giant robot! King Sambo!
"Use the special of attacks! Ringo!" calls Dr Bakaman. "But beware! If you haven't enough passion, you'll explode!!"
Ringo siezes the chance! "GO! NASAL FIRE LAUNCHER!!!"
The Badness is defeated! Skrengol McScottish curses the Sambo-
"ONORE, KINGU SAMBO-ME!" and is gone for an episode, never to return until the next week.
"You did it, Ringo!!" calls Lily!
" Yes, I did. But only for the sake of justice and love shall I continue to pilot...
KING SAMBO!!!!"
End Song- "Go Go Justice Launcher!!" sung by Old Man and the War Veteran's humming chorus.
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LETTER TO SKIP SCHOOLNIK, director of BUFFY and ANGEL:
ENDLESS PIES! The episode screenplay.
By Paul "OtaKing" Johnson
To Skip Schoolnik.
Dear Skip,
Congratulations on your highly popular Angel series! Truly, my friend, you are the man to make my TV show dream a very real reality! Here are the plans I
have drawn up for my epic assault upon the very foundation of accepted US television...the series which will be a new genre itself will be called ENDLESS PIES!
Now, don't get too excited at the prospect of a series involving the aforementioned supply of infinite pies, as I know how stressful the production process may well be upon your very brain should you choose to accept my triumphant series overview.
In fact, here it is!
After being hypnotised in a party stunt gone horribly wrong, famous baker Strudel Hotbread hallucinates visions of endless pies. Upon snapping out of the trance, he returns home to bed only to wake the next morning to find his oven has begun producing the aforementioned ENDLESS PIES.
It's got potential, I'm sure you'll agree! Let us make many a pie of Televisual success together, my friend!
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LETTER TO SKIP 2
You have found LETTER TO SKIP 2. It is stained with blood. Will you take it?
Dear Skip.
It’s come to my attention that stupidity nestles in your face, and no mistake! Why, this week, the message Ostrich flew aloft high unto my ceiling, depositing a message into my very hand. So, you’ve turned down my ideas, eh? The Garment Cat not good enough for you, it seems, hmmm?
Screw you, Hippy! I din’t fight and die on the bleak coast of Cleethorpes in the Pringle Wars just to lie cold in the Pies Grave.
Well, now’s the time for a new strike from my pen of wonder. This one you’ll be loving, sonny.
TIME PAWS. (Hear him roar as the cash flows in)
New mighty child’s TV show of unparalleled wizardry. Now’s the time for this breaktrough for adults and their vile spawn alike! Featuring a plot deeper than the pockets of a Jester’s baker. When I first conceieved this idea, 13 years previously, I was told that I was mad by both Speilberg and Cameron alike, but just now, 2 minutes ago actually, special effects progressed far enough for us to realise this dream!
Now we’ll see, on our shining screens, the exploits of a cat. But no ordinary cat, oh no, Sire!
A cat with a special power to stop time itself, thus enabling various heinous criminal deeds for the audience’s delight! Or rather, the power to pause time, for he is TIME PAWS the cat! Hear him roar as the cash flows in.
Not convinced? What must I do? Cut off my face?! Well, here’s something better than my face…an idea from it. Get fresh pants ready, boss man!
GAIJIN MOUSE IN NIPPON
Mouse to mouse action as lovable rogue Gaijin Mouse arrives in Japan with some time to kill! A cheesy plot and all the charm of a diseased rodent loose in all our families’ homes.
The true charm, however, is in Gaijin Mouse’s comedy inability to pronounce even the simplest of Japanese words. Laughs aplenty for young and old! Though it’s better if you’re old.
Time Paws will be a hit, and with this one, I think you’ll find that lightning sometimes strikes mice.
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Poo and the relative Claws.
One day there was a man called Poo. His name was as unfortunate as his face. A day or so later, a beast clawed his face most unfortunately and he was then killed and maimed all at the same time. The true horror was yet to be revealed, however, as it turned out when looked into by a vestigator (A private investigator permanently wearing a vest) that the beast was related to Mr Poo, and thus was his Relative Claws. Oh well. You can’t win them all I suppose.
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Rake the profit penguin!
Rake, the profit penguin, was happy in Skiddle-de-zoo. But not for long, as a hunter and his wretched kind came in with a gun and started a-shootin'! Oh shit, that's the end of that then.
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A NOTE
I'll write you a note, dammit! You'll see beauty in the eye of a worm, and find love through a tube! You'll know wisdom of random Kingsy, and feel warm squalid temperature from the feelings of swine. But all this and more you'll only get if you can pay my price. And that's a price too steep! Oh, so steep! Now you'll see, let the face flap unbounded in your eye, that terrible eye of flab! I'll be on the lookout now!
But don't give up! The road is harder than pop tart, but relenting as a beast in gravel bath o'plenty.
Why do you eat the face of your vending tatery? I dunno, so entrails!
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In the shops, SOON!
Yes, it's the eagerly awaited RPG for the Gametube! Finally, you too can experience the mind-numbing excitement of walking around a Shadow Of The Beast-esque landscape with Paul "OtaKing" Johnson!
Pick a party of cute elf girls, and get pissed off at him!
Watch in horror as he sits down mid-battle and starts drawing!
Feel the realism as he abandons your party to go play Starcraft whilst you're in the middle of fighting the final boss!
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Unholy Prescence.
"What the hell is this?!" cried Harold, leaping headlong sideways into a bush. He stayed there for around five minutes, listening intently. The dark road both sides of him was..well, dark.
"I feel some kind of... unholy prescence," muttered Harold under his breath. He clutched his suitcase to his side, knowing full well that all he'd packed was the customary sandwich and banana for his lunch break at the law firm. As far as weapons went, he was pretty much defenceless.
A few more minutes went slowly and silently by.
Half an hour later, Harold emerged from the bush, took a look around, and walked home. Nothing happened at all.
The end.
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THE WAKERY
(Yes, I was drunk when I wrote this)
A pinch of salt
a bit o' cheese
a little oat in a round sheep box
and a Farmer's smile
All of these things wake the dead!
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SONG LYRICS
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Dear Diary:
On June the 22nd, I was commissioned by Papa Roach to write a new song, in keeping with their 13-year old appeasing lyrical style. Here are my results...
ANGSTING IN THE SAND PIT
Oh my shit, my parents don't like me much
kids piss in my face on the school bus
gonna cut my face off today
make it all go away
angsting in the sand pit!
If there's a sand pit, I'm gonna angst in it
Yeah!
drowning in a pool of acidic angst
on a one way ticket to the dead man's pants
angsting in a room 'cos my mom grounded my ass
wish it would all go away so I could smoke some pasties
no one loves me, especially not my dad
no, especially not my dad
I hate my dad
Aaaaagh!
gonna cut my face up with a shattered bottle of dreams
the way my parents treat me is so obscene
I don't like my friends 'cos they dont care
I think I'm gonna shave off my hair
and put some screws through my ears or some shit like that
I'm so cool, but girls don't think so because I am fat
and neither does my dad
I hate my dad, you know
no, really.
I may be 40 but I skate with the kids
no-one understands me but aphids and squids
it's all 'cos my parents left me alone in a thicket
all alone in a box filled with worms and shit
my dad didn't even buy me Coco Pops
No Coco Pops for me
No Coco Pops for meeeeeeee!
Aaaagh!
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BACON DISASTER
(the full Lyrics to the as yet non-existant Thrash Metal anthem by me.)
Eat the bread that tastes like toast
Toast the bread that tastes like toast
Drink the juice of fruit and doom
Squeeze the fruit from tree of toast
Sandwich down
Hammer the crown
Crown of King
King of roll
Eat the roll
Fry the rind
Arise! Sunburn!
Burn the bread
Fry the dead
Raise the dead
Butter the head
The head of the dead!
It’s Bacon Disaster!
Kick the bird and peck the word
Say the word to fry the bird
Seize the rake to flay the cake
Beat the cream of Father Bean
End the roll
Fill your bowl
Mostly potatoes
But there’s a bit of meat in it
Fry the rice
Defy the mice
To spin the dice
Hack at the ice
It’s Bacon Disaster!
To fan the smoke
To beat the yolk
Give Bruce a poke
Tell ruthless joke
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Song of the lonely chat show host in treacle with prawns!
Why, oh host, do you beat your children with a rattlesanasndjadsajkn!
I can’t pronounce that word, so how will I sing it!
YOU WHORE!
I hate you! I doooo! I doooooo! I do!
Grammy award to MEEEEEEEEEEEE!
I sing like a rabid washer lady bitch bastard thing whore pants feeseees.
IKE!! BAN FANELS!
YOU!
YES YOU!
YOU…..
(guitar solo)
BUSEYYYYY!!!!!!
That Rik will be furious!
I am the pheasant! Superhero with a head o’ hair!
And a beard o’ boot!
Yes you heard! Sailor, must have beard!
And ….
Police Chief must be grizzled!
I call your name! But it’s a different name! Oh my pants!
I’m gonna get me some paper and MAKE A MAP!
Oh, Oh my wrestler!
Posing to the crowd! That’s egotistical! So egotistical!
You say it’s for family entertainment,
But once you hurt our friend, that’s just the end!
Oh, those puzzles puzzle me so!
But then, so do fat people with asses! Rumbling their ass cheeks! That’s dangerous! So Dangerous!
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Not to Bee
(words by Paul Johnson)
I've gotta catch a bee
to replace the bee that went free
Need to catch a bee today
To replace the one that flew away
Once I had a bee
Secrets and wonders became clear to me
Into infinity
And endless days of infinite tea
It's the cold old world
when you're beeless
I'm eighty-three today
Out on the highway
collecting nectar from the people's juicy brains
To be or not to bee
Not to bee
It was not to bee
Believe me
It all got finished with the victory
And now it's one long killing spree
To be or not to bee
I've gotta be at tea for three
But it's oh so hard when you've lost a bee
Need to catch a bee today
Hunt down a bee through the ends of the garden
Once I had a bee
Endless power was mine to see
Say a prayer for me
'cos a wrapped up seagull's impossibility
It's all a coal toll void
when you're beeless
I was ninety-three yesterday
Out on the airwaves
collecting donuts from the addled backs of trains
To be or not to bee
Not to bee
It was not to bee
Believe me
It all got finished with the victory
And now it's one long killing spree
To be or not to bee
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It's University Cola
(words by Paul Johnson)
There's nothing you can do
There's nothing you can say
When the river marmots carry you and all your stuff away
There's nothing left left to do
There ain't no place to go
After the rags which tie your future wife burst up in flame
In the end you've got to worry
Everything was made to end your stack of hay Or so it seems today
One more piece of burning stairway
After the end there's nothing left to say
Just university cola
No flowers left to bloom
No tax men in your room
When angry gardeners sell you and all your pets for clay
There's nothing left left to do
There ain't no place to go
If ever you feel down just try and keep the pocket change
In the vending rooms of glory
For the lack of cows they write the day It takes your face away
If you're low on beef just call me
But my advice comes at a price you can't pay
It's university cola
Just university cola
Drink deep of cheap sleep
Just university cola
It tastes the same
Just university cola
It costs a fiver
Just university cola
Manufactured for your healthy life
(Yeah yeah yeah)
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IRC sessions (these were usually to annoy people on sex channels at 4am in the morning)
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(This was on a "roleplay" channel, using the name "Thrangar.")
<hott964> hey
<hott964> wanna cyber?
<Thrangar> Oh yeah. Honestly.
<hott964> ok
<hott964> roleplay?
<Thrangar> Alright then! Roleplay it is! I'll start!
<hott964> wait, what roles?
<Thrangar> Have you done roleplaying before?
<hott964> yea
<Thrangar> OK then. What roles, you said?
<hott964> i say bro/sis?, is that good?
<Thrangar> What kind of roleplaying is that? Are we talking tabletop or console-based here?
<hott964> like console based, but pretend we're with each other
<Thrangar> Hmm, do you want to use a gradual experience-buuilding system? Or are we equipping materia slots?
<hott964> what?!?!
<Thrangar> Oh, OK. Let's talk roles.
<hott964> bro/sis?
<Thrangar> That's not very traditional. The classic roles are best, so I propose the following...
<hott964> .......?
<Thrangar> I'll be Thrangaaaar the Barbarian, and you can be Blibble the Mystical Thief.
<Thrangar> Now, are you gonna roll the dice first or shall I?
<hott964> you
<Thrangar> Oh, it was double 7's.
<Thrangar> That means my magic points are doubled and I have resistance against Fire-based attacks.
Session Ends
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(This time, I assumed the name Endless Cakeforce.)
<bi-52> hi..cake force?
<Endless_CakeForce> Ragh! I am insane! run from me now or I'll destroy you with a blast o' chance! Rah, I say!
Session Close: Sat Apr 29 04:29:37 2000
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(For this one, I assumed the name "RandledThrancegrind.")
<ats10> hi
<ats10> i need a pussy
<ats10> pleeeease
< RandledThrancegrind.> Go to the cattery. There are lots of homeless cats abandoned in this horrible world.
<ats10> nooooo
<ats10> pleease
< RandledThrancegrind.> Turn from your filthy life and look after a cat. You'll feel happier, and things will go much better for you.
<ats10> feel my pussy
< RandledThrancegrind.> A cat, I tell you. Lots of cute cats all wanting a home.
<ats10> pleeeeease
<ats10> aaaaaaaaaah
<ats10> .........aaaaaah......aaaaaaaaahh
< RandledThrancegrind.> Do you have constipation? You sound like you do.
<ats10> nooooo
<ats10> i need pleasure
<ats10> pleeeeeeease
<ats10> where ustay
<RandledThrancegrind> Hmm, take a trip to a nice fun fair. They have oh so many rides aplenty!
<ats10> i need u
<ats10> ok
< RandledThrancegrind.> Have fun on the lovely rides! Oh, such fun!
<ats10> r u alesbo
< RandledThrancegrind.> See you later, piss face! I send you off with the ancestral words of my ancestors: "You eat worms."
<ats10> i want 2 eat u up
<ats10> i think u r not a lesbo
< RandledThrancegrind.> Cannibalism went out with the dark ages, my fine bladder-wearing stoat urchin.
< RandledThrancegrind.> And you can't screw a corpse without the proper snorkel and pasty!
<ats10> 25 m india lets have decent chat
< RandledThrancegrind.> Ok, piss head, let's chat. Are you ready to hear what I want to do?
<ats10> y
<ats10> asl
< RandledThrancegrind.> Y? What does that mean, flibble-crunching rumplestiltskin?
< RandledThrancegrind.> Ah, I'm sorry. I really am. Shall we talk properly now?
<ats10> yes
<ats10> asl
< RandledThrancegrind.> OK! I'm 21, age 28, in the year 1971.
<ats10> location
< RandledThrancegrind.> That was the Chinese year of the rind.
< RandledThrancegrind.> I'm in the location of Placetown, in Localbreweryskill, England.
<ats10> which club u support
< RandledThrancegrind.> The club of Scrindleston-bottomley. They're low in the bees league.
<ats10> i am a liverpool fan
< RandledThrancegrind.> I like liver, too. I ate one once with my friend Father Beans and Mister Chianti.
<ats10> i feel sorry for robby fowler
<ats10> no
<ats10> are u a lesbo
< RandledThrancegrind.> Yeah, he's in a right spot of Cholmedley Warner, and no half custard! Geez..the fur did fly, Guv'nor!
< RandledThrancegrind.> That's for the courts to decide, and no half custard, homey bro!
<ats10> bye
< RandledThrancegrind.> Oh, don't go! I was gonna say something you'd really like.
<ats10> what
< RandledThrancegrind.> Have a guess. It's something you've wanted all night.
<ats10> i didn't understand
< RandledThrancegrind.> Something you really like...
<ats10> i want u to say it
< RandledThrancegrind.> OK. Are you ready for me to say it?
<ats10> yes
< RandledThrancegrind.> You sure? You might not be able to take it.
<ats10> i can easily
< RandledThrancegrind.> Well, OK. Are you ready, 'cos here we go!
< RandledThrancegrind.> Ready?
<ats10> yes thats the spirit
< RandledThrancegrind.> Okey dokey, this is gonna be the best thing you've ever heard! Are you up for it?
<ats10> bye
< RandledThrancegrind.> OK, I'm gonna say it now.
<ats10> go ahead
< RandledThrancegrind.> Right...ya ready?
<ats10> bye
< RandledThrancegrind.> OK, but you'll miss it...
< RandledThrancegrind.> Here I go...
< RandledThrancegrind.> Saying it now...
< RandledThrancegrind.> This is it.
<ats10> ok then bye
< RandledThrancegrind.> Ah, you're obviosuly not interested. I won't say it if you don't want me to.
<ats10> ok
<ats10> bye
< RandledThrancegrind.> You want me to say it? I'll say it on the next line if you want me to.
< RandledThrancegrind.> Ok..well, you know my pants....?
<ats10> no
< RandledThrancegrind.> Well, they're red and oh so big. There's something in them.
<ats10> no
<ats10> what
< RandledThrancegrind.> Do you want to see?
<ats10> yes
< RandledThrancegrind.> It's pretty extreme...you sure?
<ats10> fo
< RandledThrancegrind.> fo? It's not a fo, it's something you'll like to see...
< RandledThrancegrind.> Do you want to see or NOT?
<ats10> iam chating with some one qlse don't disturb
< RandledThrancegrind.> Right, I'll show you on the next line.
< RandledThrancegrind.> You ready?
< RandledThrancegrind.> If you don't look at this, you're definately gay.
<ats10> ok
< RandledThrancegrind.> This is the defining moment of your life. Wanna see it? Here it is...
< RandledThrancegrind.> It's a tiny mouse.
< RandledThrancegrind.> <squeek>
< RandledThrancegrind.> Hahahahaaaaaah!
< RandledThrancegrind.> HahahHAHAAAHAAAH!
< RandledThrancegrind.> HA!
< RandledThrancegrind.> You're drowning in a shameful bed of your own making, you shit-eating crustaceon-burgler! The only thing you could have sex with is a vole!
SESSION END
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(This time, I was in a lesbian sex channel using the name "Thrancelance." You'd think that the name alone might tip the posers off that I was, in fact, NOT a girl. But no...)
The sea.
<electtra> do u hav any pics?
<ThranceLance> I have lots of crustaceons. Do you know of them? They're all the rage in the sea at the moment.
<electtra> nopes
<electtra> i dunno
<electtra> what do ya mean
<ThranceLance> You know, sea? The place in greater watershire?
<electtra> yeah
<electtra> heard of it
<ThranceLance> Excellent. I see you know the intricate things others can only piss near.
<electtra> wow
<electtra> what then
<ThranceLance> That's right. Now off to the piddletown village meeting with you! They are discussing dogs and shrews!
<electtra> what do u want to chat
<ThranceLance> Maybe. You'll have to start though 'cos my chimp's almost roasted, homey bro!
<electtra> bro?
<ThranceLance> Yeah, an affectionate term for a fellow shrimp.
<electtra> i dunno what do u want to say
<electtra> u r afuckin guy
<electtra> i am sure
<ThranceLance> You're gonna miss out then, if you think too much of the groggy spree!
<electtra> bastrad
<electtra> stop pretending a girl
<ThranceLance> You shouldn't use your mumsy's pants as a groinal guard, sonny Jim. In my day that would fetch you a farthing to the spleen!
<ThranceLance> You really are a puffin, aren't you? Off to the land of hands then! Piddle for you then!
SESSION ENDS
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The IRC chats are quite epic.
It made me happy to see more things resembling the Tick.
I think I may be infected with the nonsense of the were-glows. I wonder if that's a bad thing or a obvious thing. If only my frown were upside down I could throw something onto a chopping block.