Attn Annabel Lee

[lunachick]

I can't believe I read the whole thread

Yes. That is the power of the evil Annabel Lee.

Brimshack has since PM'ed me, and shown me the error of my ways. I should've never fallen for Annabel's "I am woman, hear me roar" wiles, and I repent.

Brimshack has forgiven me, and as such I shall return to him all his stolen disembowelled bits.

I just hope that that means I am not returning his bowels.

 

[Plan 9]

::I fear I must disagree. K'Ehleyr is merciful and only uses her power for good. She wants only the best for all misguided and unhappy beings here in the Alpha Quadrant.

I wish you the best of luck in returning Brimshack's bowels. As an ex-Borg drone, personal experience has shown me that once someone has relieved you of a body part, such as your left eye, there's no getting it back again::

"Men seldom make passes
"At girls who wear glasses."~Dorothy Parker

 

[lunachick]

:erhaps you would care to threaten Brimstack in conjunction with us::

"I'm always chasing Rimbauds."~Dorothy Parker

I, too, am always chasing Rimbauds. I shall not threaten the noble and peaceful Brimshack with them, however, as I know how difficult they can be - especially in French which I cannot speak, only gurgle in absinthe; but I shall attempt to read them to him as protection when he is feeling poorly, or diminished in strength from fighting the evil that is Annabel Lee.

 

[lunachick]

::I fear I must disagree. K'Ehleyr is merciful and only uses her power for good. She wants only the best for all misguided and unhappy beings here in the Alpha Quadrant.

I am not so sure. And to be safe I wear, oh where, the armour of Dorothy, also.

And I invoke my spells thus:

Razors pain you;
Rivers are damp;
Acids stain you;
And drugs cause cramp.
Guns aren't lawful;
Nooses give;
Gas smells awful;
You might as well live.

And you shall see that with this spell, this magick, I can indeed replace the poor green man's bowels, without the help of any green fairy at all.

 

[Plan 9]

::Any diminishment in his strength is more likely the result of your disemboweling him and then attempting to re-insert them in his abdominal cavity, for reasons only known to yourself. Do not attempt to approach me unless I can clearly see that your hands are empty ::

 

[lunachick]

Plan 9, Seven of Nine

You must trust me. For I am a doctor.

 

[Plan 9]

::Of course you are. Nevertheless, do not approach any closer; my weekly maintenance was performed yesterday, so I do not require your services at this time. In adddition, I wish to retain such organic bodily material which remains to me::

 

[lunachick]

The organic can be replaced. Do not fear.

 

[Plan 9]

::I agree. I found that experience...annoying and do not desire a repetition, thank you. One day you are minding your own business, bothering no one. Then the Borg come along and assimilate you, altering your DNA, discarding a number of body parts and replacing them with 'superior' technological implants, all for your own good. Eighteen years later, you are minding your own Borg drone business, assimilating people and those very people rudely sever you from the Borg Collective, restore your DNA, throw out, or render dormant every technological implant you can spare and continue to survive. Then they replace others to give you a more cosmetically pleasing appearance, all for your own good.
Please refrain from further assisting me in this manner, Doctor. I consider two 'makeovers' suffcient and would prefer to forgo the one you are contemplating::

 

[lunachick]

But I am not a Borg. I am a sweet woman, a Doctor, a looney chick, and a bleeding heart liberal.

If I dream up any kind of extreme make-over - as I have done for you - it will be in your own best interests to accommodate my vision and comply. My vision is greater than 1 more than 9.

If you would allow me and my lovely assistant, the luminous green Brimshack, to ...enhance you... you will not regret it. Money back guarantee.

Besides, it's a free service.

 

[Plan 9]

::I could not help but note that you have attached your lovely assistant's kidney to his nose and that his islets of Langerhand appear to be dangling from his right ear. On this basis alone, I must decline.
I will not comply, although I do not doubt that your heart is bleeding; Brimshack's certainly is, unless that's a merely an enormous, pulsing goiter protruding from his carotid artery? On second thought, please don't elucidate; I would prefer to remain in ignorance of its precise nature::

 

[lunachick]

Please! That pulsing goiter protruding from his carotid artery is some of my best work!

 

[Plan 9]

::It is certainly quite a conversation piece; artfully displayed, as well, Doctor::

 

[lunachick]

Yes. I am an artful Doctor, with great artistic vision.

You know, your ears really are in the wrong place. I can help you, and I see by your graemlin that you would like my help.

Don't be shy. I have the perfect anaesthetic. It works a treat y'know. Hell, I drink it all the time and I never feel a thing! It's quite tasty, too.

 

[Marcel]

I'm glad to see everybody's behaving according to parameters. But harrdly surprised.

Even page five of the thread is all messed up, as I predicted it would be.

(Man! I'm such a kung-fu master of manipulation.)

 

[Brimshack]

Has anyone noticed a very significant absence from the last 3 pages or so? Yes, that's right, see how Annabel works. Even in her absence she sows discord amongst the women of this forum, turning Plan 9 and Lunachick against each other. All the while pretending to promote some sort of feminine unity.

We must all get back on track and address the proper subject of this thread in a strait-foreword manner. This thread should be a forum in which to discuss the evils of Annabel Lee, and our collective efforts to combat them.

Focus people! Focus!

 

[Annabel Lee]

Brim darling, come here.

A little bit closer.

Closer!!

I need to whisper in your ear.

" Have you ever heard of The Kiss of Death?"

 

[lunachick]

Brim, honey, you're looking very becoming this evening, and your goiter is most stunning in this light, my love.

Have you done something with your hair? I can't seem to find it.

 

[lunachick]

Hello, Marcel!

I hope you and Amie had a lovely time together in Holland.

Now, come here, sweetie - you need a shave, and I have just invented a new shaving device. hehehe.

 

[Brimshack]

Annabel, you stop kissing that poor manicken this very instant.