Yeknodathon

Probably has some psychic, preternatural Mekon superconsciousness that manifested itself in a premature self-awareness and corresponding self-removal. I like freaks of nature... puts Boo into context.

Blimey, self-induced, spontaneous sodding off... absolutely remarkable...

Oh, for a moment I thought it might be urology and therefore something exciting... *snort*

I should think bliss is a warm gnome...

Best conversation I've heard.

... I can see it how, groups of 'em massing in the hills and pouring off the slopes and diving into major tributaries. Little pointy hats bobbing up and down or spinning on their backs as they float through the states to clog up locks and dams until they're deposited in deltas or flushed into the Gulf of Mexico. Sort of like salmon... a gnomic diaspora all heading for the promised land... Scunthorpe. [ August 23, 2005, 10:54 PM: Message edited by: Yeknodathon ]

5 million gnomes would probably fit into Scunthorpe.

[tail rotating quicker and quicker with rapid torrent of consistently logical thoughts] ... and then I shall shrink it more to whack it with a golf club and then shrink it further and further until I can *snort* the Boo pea out through me nose and then shrink it back until it collapses on to itself into a very dense Boo singularity from which nothing, utterly nothing escapes... but from which quite a lot issues forth in rather distressing ways... [.. thinks a bit with an tail pointing straight towards the heavens] *snort* nothing new about that then? Pathetic.

I'll shrink it first so you can begin to comprehend its total Booness... well, minus, limbs, torso, monologue etc

I want to play polo with Boo's 'ead.

*snort* wearing the right Justicar uniform. *snort* Dominate me!

[revolves ears to pick up the most subtle sound or clumsy, ill-coordinated Boo] ... it is a rather intermittant rustle. Just like dead leaves in Autumn. I should say if he concentrates much more something might fall off.

I know, it is rather a faint noise

I can hear it from here...

I'd be more interested if we apply Australia to any available open... *munch* *munch* *munch* ... wide enough.

I suppose the idea of mad bovines escaping to the tree tops when the Justicar is visiting is merely nature taking its course?

We're goin' hoppin' (Hop) We're goin' hoppin' today Where things are poppin' (Pop) The Philadelphia way We're gonna drop in (Drop) On all the music they play On the Bandstand (Bandstand)

I think I've lost control of me bowels... I've been alive forever, and I wrote the very first song I put the words and the melodies together I am music and I write the songs CHORUS I write the songs that make the whole world sing I write the songs of love and special things I write the songs that make the young girls cry I write the songs, I write the songs My home lies deep within you And I've got my own place in your soul Now, when I look out through your eyes I'm young again, even though I'm very old CHORUS Oh my music makes you dance And gives you spirit to take a chance And I wrote some rock 'n' roll so you can move Music fills your heart Well, that's a real fine place to start It's from me it's for you It's from you, it's for me It's a worldwide symphony CHORUS CHORUS I am Music (music) and I write the songs

Her name was Lola, she was a showgirl With yellow feathers in her hair and a dress cut down to there She would merengue and do the cha-cha And while she tried to be a star Tony always tended bar Across the crowded floor, they worked from 8 til 4 They were young and they had each other Who could ask for more? [flings donkey undergarments over paddock fence] *snoooooooooooorrt* deeply, DEEPLY PATHETIC

Marvellous. One really feels completely overwhelmed with a hightened feelings of expectant, expectant, expectant... vegetable... [attempts to twitch anything with a half a muscle] ... one just can't barely contain enough excitement for what might happen next..

Unlike carrots, which don't.

I just wanted to say that I've just has this rather awful image of Boo soliciting for trade. In high heels. Please keep your ankles covered.

You know, during those rare moments when nothing is said and all is quiet yer can hear his pointy hat swaying in the wind.

Scunthorpe! Oh, Mighty Scunthorpe! Capital... capital... of Boos!

You've been taking notes, haven't you, eh?