Re: FMA Sheep III: Pirate Sheeps of the Zombiezi

From: <laserlight@quixnet.net>

> >>it's just like his luck to lack a loch lich lock.

Smart A-leck

> >Speed dial...Narn bat signal...
> 
> Send it attn AEB this time -- see, I wouldn't have done that if I'd
hadn't
> read the latest Spider Robinson book, and Spider wouldn't have written
it
> if, last time he'd met Alan, he'd gotten Brain damage.

Look, we hadn't even gotten warmed up in an impromptu punslinging when
we
both simultaneously noted the last person in what had been a crowded
room 
sprinting for the exit. I didn't quite hear what they were mumbling, it
may
have been "Make it stop... For God's sake make it stop...".

I know that's a good story, but unlike most, it happens to be literally
true.

We stopped immediately, and frankly, were a little ashamed. Most of the
Fen
present appreciated a good Pun, or at least, had developed a tolerance
due
to constant exposure. Naturally, when some in the crowd screamed and ran
in the
first ten seconds, well, there's always some who can't take the
Punishment
when a Pun is meant, and we took that as a sign that the Pungency was
about right.

But to clear a room of even inveterate punsters within a minute or two,
that
showed we'd over-indulged, things had gotten beyond the Gorgonzola and
Lutevisk
levels and we'd korea-d into the trans-Kimchee. To draw a parallel, we'd
gone
an inch on too far, they feared Yalu fever and for their very Seouls,
Kim and
John were both ill, and I'd think I'd better stop now, but you get the
idea.
Not 5 puns-per-minute, but about 0.5 puns-per-second, each more foetid
than the
last.

And, as I said, neither of us thought that we'd even gotten properly
warmed-up.