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[scissor_gypsy]

Thank christy I leave this thing lying around, and not on my person on at all times, otherwise who knows what might have happened

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[king_of_mods]

when you say you wanted to kill the mod you mean you wanted to kill me! i had no choice but to knock you out cold with my reel-to-reel copy of quadrophenia. i can't believe you had tommyzola in the fridge, howard. what were you going to do with it, sprinkle his calcified remains in liverpool while riding on the back of a norton motorcycle?

[scissor_gypsy]

I was away, I was dreaming, I was lost in a haze of Eddie Cochran and fumes from motobikes, all I could think of was headbutting the mod. Which was you, admittedly, but I wasn't myself, Vince.

I was keeping him in case we needed him, you know, to feed to Fossil if he starts asking questions about the stuff we nicked from the zoo or anything. And then I was going to take him on a pilgrimage to Brighton, where I would look down my nose at mods and their artifical spangliness, then throw him gracefully into the sea. Tommy always spoke reverently of the sea, I think he felt a kinship there, what with his fathomless depths, and, er, liking for eels.

[king_of_mods]

tell your inner-tommy that the 60s are over. mods and rockers can live in harmony now, especially if they've got the right sort of leadership at the helm.

and let the record show that you did headbutt me. i'm just lucky that i'd used a new concoction of glue, sugar and egg whites instead of the usual maximum shine spray. i think my hair may have actually done more damage to your head than your head could have done to my hair. have you still got a lump?

i can see where tommyzolla might come in handy down the line. did you munch it all down or are there still a few crumbly survivors between the butter dish and the marmite jar?

[scissor_gypsy]

Nah, there's still a pile, under a bowl next to the smoked mackerel. I think I might move him to the freezer though, less chance of having an accidental cheese-based nightmare.

Your hair came well tight. It's just as well I am Northern and able to cope with such a barnet flying at me. The lump has gone down with the help of some ice, yeah.

[capt_margaret]

Never stop questioning the nature of reality

[unique_think]

eh, with Naboo spiking the water cooler round the Board every Thursday, we've not much of a chance of that!

[house_of_jones]

Do you name your cheeses, Howard? Why?

It could have been laced with LSD or something by the fish in the frock? You'd better watch out for stuff like that, Howard. Keep your peepers open.

Anyway, I've been meaning to apologise to you for my ungrateful behaviour regarding our jazz outing... and for shouting at you at Pardon My French. It's been bugging me for ages that I was such a prize tit, and I'm sorry, Howard. Do you still want to go out and musically educate me again? :D

[scissor_gypsy]

No, it's... special cheese. It was provided by my old mentor, my hero in life, Tommy, and it sort of makes you start questioning the nature of reality. Tommy was a great man.

And I accept your apology. It's alright, I was capable of rising above it, anyway. If you're ever at a loose end I'd be more than happy to take you out jazzing.

[muff_cock]

wh3r3 c4n 1 g3t sum of d1s T0mmy ch33z? 1t 50und5 w3ll fuck1n d41ry

[scissor_gypsy]

Did you fall asleep with you forehead on the keypad and accidently type this? I don't know what you're talking about.

[naboo_thats_who]

Where are all my eggs?

[scissor_gypsy]

In a pie in my stomach. Well, it's out of my stomach now, obviously.

Either that, or in the bin where I threw them at Vince's knees.

[naboo_thats_who]

You threw eggs at Vince's knees? Why his knees? What?

And Bollo wants to make another cake. Are you going to explain it to him, or should I?

[scissor_gypsy]

I was on my knees because I though I was a dwarf.