More awesome AIM conversations
Kelbesque: Ahem.
Howland Owl: I"m working on it. Ghost clocks are notoriously difficult to evict.
Howland Owl: There, that's the last of them.
Howland Owl: At least, according to the UN.
Kelbesque: Well, if it's good enough for the UN, it's good enough for me.
Howland Owl: The zombie clocks are demanding equal rights. They want to be ejected in solidarity.
Kelbesque: That's fine. Give them what they want.
Howland Owl: THey also want a last meal.
Kelbesque: Can we afford that?
Kelbesque: Wait, last meal? They're not dying! Hell, they're already dead!
Howland Owl: I was thinking that it'd fix our poisoned chum surplus problem, actually.
Kelbesque: Oh, all right then.
Kelbesque: They can have their last meal.
Howland Owl: Can Bob have Jeremy's? JEremy being dead and all? HE wants to know.
Kelbesque: Is Jeremy dead or undead?
Howland Owl: He was undead, but now he's reborn, so I think he's legally dead now.
Kelbesque: Is he moving around?
Howland Owl: Not right now. He's taking a nap.
Kelbesque: All right then, Bob can have Jeremy's last meal.
Howland Owl: Bob wants to give you a thank-you kiss, sir.
Kelbesque: Not a chance.
Howland Owl: I think he's going to cry, sir.
Kelbesque: Give him a hanky.
Howland Owl: He says it's too late for that now, sir. The sword of emotional duress has been drawn and can only be sheathed in blood or a hefty settlement.
Kelbesque: That's fine. Kill him.
Howland Owl: The sword has been sheathed, sir.
Kelbesque: Thank you, Smee.
Howland Owl: No problem, sir.
Howland Owl: Unless anyone else wants killin', I'm off to the showers.
Kelbesque: Have a good day then, Smee.
Howland Owl: I'll try, sir.