Conversation between FMAxZero (Dylan) and InternetFett (Cody)
TheInternetFett: the cookies are overbaked
TheInternetFett: you better call the police
TheInternetFett: unless you want leeches
Oji Ze Ro: ::wonders wtf fett is talking about::
Oji Ze Ro: how do you link overbaked cookies to leeches?
TheInternetFett: the cotton that you make your underwear with
TheInternetFett: is not fertile any longer
TheInternetFett: so the leeches need a new home
TheInternetFett: which is not the oven
TheInternetFett: for there are cookies burning in there
TheInternetFett: and you must call some of them police guys to help move the furniture
TheInternetFett: are you getting all of this?
Oji Ze Ro: no
Oji Ze Ro: which is strange
TheInternetFett: what part needs more plot development?
Oji Ze Ro: hmmm...
Oji Ze Ro: well, start by having some kind of opening to the cookies and leeches
Oji Ze Ro: then, find a way to get to the underwear
TheInternetFett: it would take two ten-foot ladders
TheInternetFett: and a shovel
Oji Ze Ro: well, it's better than taking 3 4feet ladders
Oji Ze Ro: and a rake
TheInternetFett: unless of course, you are a rake
Oji Ze Ro: hmm... but then, wouldn't you just tell the hoe to do it?
TheInternetFett: not if the water-hose was plugged in
Oji Ze Ro: or would you just tell the leeches that they need to get the cookies?
Oji Ze Ro: from out of your underwear?
TheInternetFett: the leeches are after the drawer under the oven
TheInternetFett: where all the pots are
TheInternetFett: leeches just love pot
Oji Ze Ro: but, if the hose was plugged in, then the cords would be screwed on
Oji Ze Ro: potheads love pot
Oji Ze Ro: smackheads love pot
TheInternetFett: interesting......
TheInternetFett: i will have to look into that hose problem
TheInternetFett: but i think the shovel would suffice
TheInternetFett: when the police arrive
TheInternetFett: have them move the couch first
TheInternetFett: its the longest object in the livingroom
Oji Ze Ro: ..i would move the fish first
TheInternetFett: hide all of your salt
TheInternetFett: or the leeches won't come out
Oji Ze Ro: eat all the pepper
Oji Ze Ro: and they will go after the salt
Oji Ze Ro: but then they'll die
Oji Ze Ro: so, no more leech problem
Oji Ze Ro: but, it would piss off the creole
TheInternetFett: unless the waffles were finished
TheInternetFett: then it would cause an insurrection in the mini-freezer
TheInternetFett: which could, in turn, lead to the armed fork resistance
Oji Ze Ro: hmm.. but that usually makes the pancakes soggy
Oji Ze Ro: hmm.. will they have mini-fork guns?
TheInternetFett: yes, complete with laser-sights
Oji Ze Ro: sweet
TheInternetFett: and spoon body-guards
TheInternetFett: they block the shots while the forks suppres the enemy
Oji Ze Ro: so, will they be fightin the knives?
Oji Ze Ro: or the spatula's?
TheInternetFett: both
TheInternetFett: along with the ice-picks
TheInternetFett: who are pro spies
Oji Ze Ro: like bond spy?
TheInternetFett: almost
TheInternetFett: just without the watch
Oji Ze Ro: or, like a german spy?
TheInternetFett: more bond-like
Oji Ze Ro: damn, the watch is what makes bond
Oji Ze Ro: if he didn't have the watch, he'd be bond-less
TheInternetFett: unless, of course, Q flew a spaceship into the Wihte House
TheInternetFett: which would lead to the mounted spatula brigade
TheInternetFett: who would instantly invade the oven, and take out the cookies
Oji Ze Ro: but, the cookies got stuck to the pan
Oji Ze Ro: so they are all pissed
Oji Ze Ro: and ooze all over the spatula's
TheInternetFett: them the non-stick spray would enter the fray
TheInternetFett: spraying the spatulas down, so they can get to the cookies better
Oji Ze Ro: hmm... like, the moon being made of cheesy leeches?
Oji Ze Ro: that can only eat air,
Oji Ze Ro: then the cookies start baking humans, and eating them,
Oji Ze Ro: instead of us eating them
Oji Ze Ro: and Sugar cookies become the dominant race
TheInternetFett: the cookies could be removed
TheInternetFett: the leeches would hae their home back
Oji Ze Ro: trueness
TheInternetFett: and the police would not have to move the furniture
Oji Ze Ro: with salt and all?
Oji Ze Ro: or, will the taxi have to move in?
TheInternetFett: u suck
Oji Ze Ro: why?
TheInternetFett: not sure
Oji Ze Ro: hmm...
TheInternetFett: i'll start a study if u like
TheInternetFett: i have inside contacts with certain kitchen utinsals in your house
Oji Ze Ro: ..what is this "study you speak of?
Oji Ze Ro: *"study"
Oji Ze Ro: damn that can opener
Oji Ze Ro: i knew he couldn't be trusted
TheInternetFett: damn, one spy lost
Oji Ze Ro: i'll be right back, he must be boiled then washed
TheInternetFett: i still have 3 others
TheInternetFett: nono, don't go over there
Oji Ze Ro: it's the sharpie marker isnt it?
TheInternetFett: i am not allowed to leak that kind of classified material
Oji Ze Ro: that's not what the blender told me
Oji Ze Ro: ...hehehe lost another spy
TheInternetFett: that double crossing piece of trash
Oji Ze Ro: well, i have some inside contacts, but not kitchen utensils
Oji Ze Ro: it is all electrical appliances, that are used for hair
TheInternetFett: i'm going to edit this for maximun funnyness
TheInternetFett: butt cunt-in-you
TheInternetFett: *but continue
Oji Ze Ro: hmm... that's a strange looking animal
TheInternetFett: indeed it is
Oji Ze Ro: it's pink, with spiked hair
Oji Ze Ro: ...wait, that's carpet
TheInternetFett: and it expells a noxious gas to defend itself
TheInternetFett: in times of great need
Oji Ze Ro: oh, that's what that smell is
TheInternetFett: smell like burning fish?
Oji Ze Ro: ...he's one of YOURS ISN'T HE?
TheInternetFett: who?
TheInternetFett: i don't have command of a butt-cunt-in-you
Oji Ze Ro: ::sniffs:: yes, but more like burning hair
Oji Ze Ro: oh, must be the termites
TheInternetFett: i command them, yes
Oji Ze Ro: i am extremely combustable
TheInternetFett: they are the 131st wood-chewing brigade
Oji Ze Ro: i am the one man brigade
Oji Ze Ro: but, i'm the last line of defense on your side
Oji Ze Ro: does he know i am your spy?
TheInternetFett: no He doesn't
Oji Ze Ro: hmm... let's keep it that way
Oji Ze Ro: i don't want Him to burn my skin off with his pencil