When we feel like letting you!

Now thats just plain mean!

Yup that would be me

Gaffa (duct) tape comes off in 2 ways... the slow way and the fast way, there is no easy way or painless way. I speak from experience.

why is gaffa tape like the force?

My mind is-a-boggling!!!!

because it has a dark side and a light side and it binds the universe together

*goes off and hides in a corner hoping the desire to tell more jokes goes away*

* somersaults over table landing gracefully, flips up his night vision goggles, deposits big box of cream cakes on the table... *

" Binds the universe... " He he he!

* Attempts to dissapear ninja like into the shadows, but falls over the scattered bean bags in the Wyvern hq... *

*rearranges Matthew into an upright position and dusts off*

Strange thats the first noob with eyes at foot level but I suppose anythings possible. Its good to see noobs still find this place though.
Welcome All!!!

*shrugs and knocks on the wardrobe door*
Any of that mallow sticky stuff left anti dear???

*inspects the fairy lights with interest*
Im impressed, someones been keeping this lot tidy and theres hardly any evidence of blood stains. Either someones good at dodging their bites or the fairies are getting slow.

bryden42 m'dear you forgot to mention that like the force, duct tape and it's varients are all pervasive and all powerful even the anti Cath bows before its glorious power!

*selects a cream cake and sits back with a glass of bubbling cocktail, lights it and swigs*
Ohhh niiice....

Duct tape rules!

*chuck mallow stuff at Wyv which sticks to the middle of her forhead* Bullseye! Nice one me!

Grrr....
*scrapes of stickyness and uses it along with duct tape to attach the wardrobe to the floor and sela the door*

That ought to stop that for a while.

*trans dimentional wardrobe disapears leaving tape and stickstuff behind then reapears* You thought that would honestly work?

Not that but the small explosive fairy that snuck inside...yes.

Oh! is that what that was well it got lost somewhere back there might have blow something else up by now! Oh! Bugger now you've do.....
*the whole universe disapears*

Helllooooooooo, anyone heeerreeee!!!!

Hehe

*Watches whole Universe dissapear from safety of patent Anti-Disappearing-Universe Cardboard Box*

*Floats in limbo like void*

"hmm amber triple toffee fudge mallow"

*reaches out and grabs some mallow gets comfortable, kicks back and waits for a big bang or something*

*drifts across harnessed to several matchbox shaped humming objects and contemplates the void*
Gah, typical she did it again!
Although I never expected nothingness to be quite this spangly....strange.....

*gets tired of waiting for a big bang an decides to make one happen. Floats around collecting stuff like atoms and cupboards, puts them all together and grabs some dynamite, Lite sthe fuse and then swims for dear life*

"I hope this works"

*floats past useing the wardrobe like a boat*

It wont you forgot the duct tape.

"awwww poo"

*swims frantically back to the jumble pulling some gaffa tape from his trousers, starts to wrap the bundle in gaffa tape when it goes off with a huge bang*

*Arthur comes floating through the thread, doing the backstroke*

Arthur: Hmmm. Even the laws of physics went blooey! Ah, well, Magic should still work...

*Arthur takes magic wand from built in pouch*

Arthur: Hmmm. Now what was that spell, again? Ah, yes...

*Arthur waves wand*

Arthur: Ahem. 'Minutus Balorum, Minutus Cantorum, Carborata descendum Pantorum!'

*With a loud *Crack!* the wand begins producing clown after clown, after clown. All sizes, all colors. As they issue forth from the end of the wand, they begin to scatter, each one looking for an audience to abus... er, amuse... finally, after what seems an eternity, Arthur regains control, and shuts down the spell, but there are now hundreds of clowns occupying the thread...*

Arthur: Nope, that wasn't it...

*Arthur shakes wand, to clear it of an obstruction. A small dog, wearing a clown hat, falls out, and shoots through space, yapping away...*

*Cheesemoose observes the chaos*

Cheesemoose: Oh, yeah, Arthur, that's Muuuuuuch better!

Arthur (Growls): How'd you like to be a paisley handbag?

I think you meant to say "Minutus Balorum, Minutus Cantorum, Minutus Carborata descendum Pantorum!"*

Which is probably why it didn't work and there are now clowns everywhere

*Which, for those who don't know, means "A little song, a little dance, a little seltzer down your pants"

*Rae materialises in mid-space and crushes a clown*

"What the hell happened here"?!

*munches aggresively on chocolate bourbons*

Anyone for a biscuit? *shakes tin*

*opens up small wormhole and shovels all the clowns in, snags a bourbon from Raevn and drifts around in thought*

Ahh... *rummages in pockets and brandishes the original matchbox*

*matchbox starts emitting a pulsing light*

Ok everyone erm...well...brace yourselves!

*matchbox strobes violently setting off a massive explosion of something and everything goes dark*

*muttering from the gloom*
Hmm interesting, I think. Now lets not panic everyone be patient and see what happens next

*tucks matchbox into pocket and watches the air with interest*

What have you done now I starting to see thing that look suspisously like fractals and I really dont think that can be a good thing!

Aww I don't know fractals could be interesting, especially when it comes to locating the exit!

A line from the TV classic, "Chuckles the clown is dead", an episode of the Mary Tyler Moore show. The local TV station where Mary and her co-workers work, sponsers a parade, in which local kids show host, Chuckles the clown, is marching in a peanut suit. A rogue elephant breaks free and tramples Chuckles to death. This leads to gallows humor, all around, which Mary finds offensive.

"Chuckles the clown died today, as he marched in a parade dressed as beloved Character, Peter the Peanut... authorities have stated that this is the first time they've ever seen a man shelled to death..."

"... Cause of death: a busted Goober!"

Finally, the funeral has come around. Everyone has gotten the dark humor out of their systems. The preacher starts his sermon, which is unintentionally funny, on many levels, and Mary begins to crack, fighting to supress a case of the giggles. It's a battle she loses, big time, when the preacher quotes Chuckles' catch phrase: 'A little song, a little dance, a little seltzer, down your pants'.

The preacher calls on Mary, encouraging her to laugh, as it would have been Chuckle's wish to make people happy, one last time...

Instead of laughing, though, she begins sobbing.

Classic comedy!

*stares intently at the fractal like forms*

That looks suspisiously like...Oh my...it survived even the end of everything.....its, its sooo Purple!!! Oh no actually green, no orange, no red, no OH NO It's still mutating!

Everyone Fleeeeeeeee..........

*starts trying to get away from a rather ominous bottle shapped object emerging from within the fractals*

*Jimmy appears in a dark corner and begins scrawling down notes eyeing everything intently*

*Stevie the magic turtle falls out of Jimmy's pocket and fly’s around the room belching little yellow flames as he hunts for cheese*

*Stevie disappears with a flicker*

What's emerging from the where now?

*Stevie reappears with scavenged cheese from another dimension*

Mmmmmmmm trans-dimensional cheese

OK SO what has been going on here? Rumour has it that the Anti Cath broke the tribe. What happened in here!!!!

It's was me she did it to!!! *points at Wyvern* and look what she's done now!!!!

What do mean it was me?! I think I can safely say it was the fairies fault!!!

I quite like this void look though, very spacious! Although the fact that the purple stuff survived leaves me a little nervous.

Oh! Yeh! Definatly the Fairies fault!
The Fractal look is kind of fun actually.

Faeries are NEVER to blame!!! We always find someone else to take the rap!!!

Well it wasn't anthing to do with us so it must be the Fairies this time!

*floats through the ether, reaches into own head and pulls out a picture of the old tribe wyvern HQ, Unfolds it so that it is the size of a large blueprint, pulls pen from pocket and scratches some measurements and construction notes. Floats through the ether some more trying to find fairies, Tempting the fairies in with toffee triple fudge mallow until a large cohort follow*

"Now guys and girls, of the fey, I need some help to rebuild the Tribe wyvern HQ, You will all be paid one tea-spoon of toffee triple fudge mallow per hour for helping. Up for it?"

"now here's what we are gonna do"

*goes into strokey beard type huddle conflab with the fairies around the floating blueprints.*

Won't work luv! Faeries and hard labour DON'T go together! Now the scuttlers...

Yeh! the only reason the Fairies were there was after they got into the glue we stuck them to the cieling as Fairie lights. Except for the ones with the tags!

Tagged faeries can dance!!!!

*Dances around like a loon!*

*looks up from strokey beard meeting*

I was kind of hoping they could magic it back or something

*shrugs*

Oh well, no triple toffee fudge mallow for you guys then.

* Looks soppily at Bryden* Pleeeeeeease can I have some Mr Bryden Sir? I'll be reeeeeeeallly good. I'll even give you some Spangles...

*Aims Spangle cannon an Bryden*

oh ok then triple toffee fudge mallow all round

*looks worriedly at the cannon*

errr what is a spangle, and will it hurt?

Spangles are a highly evolved form of glitter that sticks to your clothing and never leaves you. They are my speciality and the cannon fires them at high velocit'es towards your person. It is a great honour to be spangled by the Spangle cannon. Many would die to be spangled!!!!!!!

(or so I tell myself)

go on then... heres your triple toffee fudge mallow

****************************SPANGLE!!!!!!!!!!*******













(that took fu£*ing ages!!!)

*gets hit with the spangle cannon*

"ooooffffffffff, look at me im all covered in glitter, you even got my signature!"

*Hoists spangle cannon back up to arm level and blows over the barrel*

My job here is done!!!

*floats into the void-that-was-HQ*

I wonder if the mutating cocktail absorbed enough Tribe vibes? If it was compressed small enough would it explode into another HQ? I'm thinking Big Bang theory of HQ building.

*distracts floating scuttler with a cookie.*

What do Tribe members think? Would it work?

Apparently i was a tribe wyven member in a previous life... When did that happen?? And even more importantly, what is it exactly that i was a part of??

AKA the long departed Alien Moe

That could happen, but do you think we need to put a huge spark of energy into the drink?