Pink, you say? I'm afraid not! It's not looking good for you, muffy. Might be one Jagerbomb too many, but you sure aren't giving up that last shot! Even more bad news—Soggy stumbled down the stairs and trapped Sir Squirrel under his bowl. Soooo sorry about the view, Sir Squrrel!!! I hope Soggy washed up before he left the upstairs bathroom. We are now down one light melee! We are at the mercy of Samidodamage's mulitasking skills. However, we are now certified "Spicy Disaster" fresh and someone took the time to change the interior decoration in the midst of the brouhaha.What do I know...I'm a drunken pink dragon with a green head
Oh, I would give the invading mounties the red carpet treatment because that is the proper color befitting of Canada! I feel like your southern neighbo(u)rs down here could use more polite people willing to apologize for everything and I am also all for overlords that prioritize the importance of stockpiling strategic reserves of maple syrup. You can, however, keep the poutine above the 49th Parallel. My Canadian inquiry comment was because (a) I was wondering if my uptick in agreeing with @Sprite1313 more of late had to do with the fact she is Canadian, which might make more sense, and (b) that guy with the perpetual wet shorts is the reference point for the use of "another".Hey now I reflect that comment, I am one of the Canadians invading the U.S market! There isn't a Canadian market to invade here, so this where we will have to be!
He is impressed by my computer skills, but I've explained to him that I have long accepted my skill set is very cerebral and limiting. Like if the power goes out, I'd lose all my superpowers and then I have zero survival skills. I have weak, feeble arms optimized for typing fast and that's about it, whereas he knows how to live off the land and survive practically everything. So the running joke we have is that in light of a Zombie Apocalypse, I'd have to find my way to Canada so he can help me survive. Originally, he said I can't come over (ouch!) because I'd only be dead weight, but...I asked the missus and she said I can shelter with them...ah ha — Cerebral skills! I at least knew to ask the real boss of the house! However, so far I've only been promoted to "bait" so...
And as I write this, I've just realized in the story we're creating of trying to escape the Banshee House using only objects found in people's avatars/signatures, I have so far only escalated the situation at every turn by pouring more gas into the fire. Some of you have swords and wings. I'm a winter lampion with an existential crisis. See...zero survival skills. We're in trouble.