Attn Annabel Lee

[Brimshack]

Aáaághts Hn Ts' TDü'
Áaáaghts Hner Fligt TDët'
Knaugh' agh' Ch' Áaáaghtz Hner TDët' rheééezh

A'aññü Fl' Trrr Sk'å






…Auerrr Hluff

 

[lunachick]

Ars shau nee broug um-peety,
Ars shau nee brig um-dah.
Shree neapah, oll mook fydna.
Shree bolly, nochtel fwa.

Imphoot an geenu zadek,
imphoot an geenu bol.
Mwan dichtal youpi dillah,
mwan tzoupee, droen-bress twa.

Gfee un deppah! Undoog lah!
Hoom maudik allacht noss...

Tzroon-drah, Ha!

 

[Dayton]

Huh?

 

[Brimshack]

Arsée shäu née brougth nütst,
Arsée shaü neé brigtst dut'.
Shrü neápah, öll mook Møøk MÖÖ.
Shree ballyee, nöchtel fwøßß.

Imphóót an geenü zachædekt',
imphøøt an geenü bøllob tch' dt'.
Mwæn dichtal youpi dillah,
mwåån tzoupée, droen-bress twagh Hrnnñnnn.

Gfeé ümmnmnnn déééppah! Undoøg çah!
Høøm mäudik allacht niss Klrght

Tzrån-drahcht, Maagha!

Nstarl Hwuuurrrrp Sgné

 

[Brimshack]

It's Vogon poetry, Dayton. It takes some getting used to. Also if it isnt acompanied by the correct drumbeat, it will not make any sense. To the right tempo, however, its eloquence will prove an effective deterrent to malevolent forces commanded by our resident Klingon mistress of darkness.

 

[lunachick]

It's also copyrighted, Dayton, so don't you be goin' stealin' any, okay.

It seems to be working, too. Annabel has been beaten. Although, I sense that she is away somewhere gathering renewed enrgies. We had better be vigilant.

 

[Annabel Lee]

Au contraire, my sad, unfortunate lacky for the male death machine.

We know it's not your fault. (notice I said "we") Your will just wasn't strong enough to fight the The Evil One.(Brimshack)

Invocations are being chanted for you the world over.
When you grow weary of being a slavish toady for THE EVIL ONE, dial 1-800-grrrrrllllsrule or just send a psychic message.
We will hear you.

 

[Brimshack]

You can't trick my Kiwi friend that easily Annabel. She will see through your game.

Go on, tell her Lunachick. Tell her how you see through her games!

See, she's gonna tell you now.

HA!

 

[lunachick]

Oh my goodness, the Evil Mistress of the Dark is very resilient, indeed. To have returned from the bonecrushing reading of skullsquicking Vogon Poetry so soon is unprecidented.

There is nothing left for us to do to combat this, Brimbabe, but to take one of Jeremiah Peabody's Polyunsaturated Quick Dissolving Fast Acting Pleasant Tasting Green and Purple Pills, and hope like hell it wor.....

 

[Annabel Lee]

Tell me Luna, did he show you his pickle?

 

[Brimshack]

What? Vlassic pickels are the key to a good sandwitch. It's the side-dish that makes the meal. Everyone knows that!

Luna! Luna!

 

[Annabel Lee]

Oh stop babbling, Destroyer Of All That Is Holy.

I assume you still have him, right?

 

[Brimshack]

Him?

 

[Annabel Lee]

How soon we forget.

 

[lunachick]

zzzz........huh...wha? Wha'appened?

 

[Brimshack]

You probably erased it from my mind while I was surfing the net for kinship primers.

 

[Brimshack]

She attacked you again! She made you fall asleep. Oh the horror of this woman's whiley ways!

 

[Annabel Lee]

Nevermind. I just found him.

Forget I ever asked.

 

[Brimshack]

ANNABEL LEE, YOU GIVE SEEBS BACK HIS SOUL THIS VERY INSTANT!

It's not fair. He doesn't even post here anymore.

 

[Annabel Lee]

Don't blame me because you bored her to sleep!