I think the sheep keeps moving it but he won't say anything.
I deny nothing.
Besides, Cranky knows she can trust me.
Right?
I think the sheep keeps moving it but he won't say anything.
<descends upon potato salad with _HUGE_ spoon>
Back! Back! All of you. It's mine. All mine. Whahahahahahaha!!!
<growls viciously whilecoverig up tin of potato salad with arm>
I'm experimenting tonight. I'm cooking some zucchini with my mac n' cheese to see how it goes.
Would you like some brains? There are still some brains left.
<"accidentally" drops net on Cranky, slips a bottle of vintage Chateau de' Dracul through net>
Cranky! How ya' been? You're sticking around for awhile, right?
<nails net to floor>
I have a delicate stomach at the moment.
*grumbles*
I always was a little weird.
Was?
Think you're using the wrong verb tense there.
Tiddly, there is just something....I don't know, yummy about you. Something that just shouts, "I'm tasty and if you take various pieces of me and cook them, I'm yummy!"