Yes, open a window, please, someone. And could someone clear up all this fish? But what do you mean - "and Jeremy Irons"? Jeremy does not smell bad. Unless *something* has been slithering all over him. In which case he will be very cross.

Can I just point out here, before anything happens, that the penguins are *not to eat* the sacrifices? Thank you.

Who brought a real hamster in here? We can't have two hamsters, it will be too confusing. It's bad enough having two Jeremys. (Vamp, in case you're confused because you can only see one hamster, it's also the nickname of a very cute and rather small man. Tav keeps him locked up most of the time.)

True. But I just thought - it's a small helpless furry animal! I can sacrifice it! Shall I sacrifice it to Roger? I think he might enjoy a bit of blood-letting sometimes.

No, no hamster sacrificing please. I am sure he would prefer some geraniums.

::thinks:: Oh, bother. Trust the animal-lover to turn up just then.

He, I came in with two penguins, it was predictable.

"Danm, and just when it was getting interesting. I was going to bring in some chickens if the hamster sacrificing worked okay." - Take no notice, she's gone now. I was in here last night with chickens. Of course, given what many of us write... we could sacrifice that hamster in a whole different way. - Yes, but we'd have to pull its teeth out first, and that does seem a *bit* cruel. If you're thinking of what I'm thinking

Sorry, I lapse in my day job sometimes which is actually all about making the world a better pace for domestic rodents... chickens are outside my remit.

Well, I'm glad they are outside your remit, because it is 4:15 am in England - *again* - and I've just got an extra-large crate of them here for a really heavy-duty sacrifice. ::addresses gods:: Look here, you useless lot - do you in fact have any special powers, or what?? I *still* can't sleep. Sorry. I'll try that again. Most wonderful gods! Please accept the lives of these innocent chickens and in return bring me sleep! Oh. Hello. Er ... no. No, I really don't need the mallet. No, I don't. I've got all these chickens, you see and - Aaagh! ::thump::

Oh my god, they killed Fennie.

No, no - I'm fine! Got you! Vamp and I were just winding you up :twisted: You see, what really happened last night was that I saw her coming towards me to offer me the mallet, and then I also saw Richard, and he was wearing my purple shoes. Well, of course it was such a wonderful sight I cried out in joy and then fainted. So everything's wonderful - the insomnia got cured, and I have The Most Fabulous idea for that shoe story con-*test*-('"). :D

LOL sorry - I was just having a brief South Park Moment there.... :D Glad to hear Richard cured your insomnia. Wait. Maybe I should rephrase that? :shock:

Lucky his abbreviation is The Hamster, or it would have been worse