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[chat] Ventrasei is surrounded by textile goddesses.
[chat] Caoineag: Wait, murder or tea? I'm confused.
[chat] Ratzo: What flavor is that? it's bloody seabird flavor!
[chat] Xyrec: no one thought it, no one thunk it, no one knew, about the great cow guru......cows are one.
[chat] Namir hits her chest with her fist. "Me big an' got big foots! Me stomp!"
[chat] Eagleon: A large, smokey yellow bead, rather.
[chat] Luc: I wouldn't dignify it with the name "conversation", myself.
[chat] Jpwolfman feels stupified.
[chat] Sirius: Some, like crimson, while knowledgable, couldn't code a paper
bag if they tried.
[chat] Crimson clears her throat.
[chat] Crimson: I can indeed code a paper bag. I can even code my way out of
the wet paper bag that Luc doesn't have anymore.
[chat] Pyromastaforeva: if there's not dragons in DM.
[chat] Pyromastaforeva: why was he a dragon.
[chat] Vorpaltribble: i didn't know...
[chat] Vorpaltribble: why is crimson an undead were-googolpede wearing christmas lights?
[chat] Vorpaltribble: don't ask me...
[chat] Pyromastaforeva: LOL.
[chat] Crimson: I'm not undead!
[chat] Crimson: At least I don't think I am...
[chat] Pyromastaforeva: Crimson, it's not xmas yet =P.
[chat] Vorpaltribble: your dead.
[chat] Vorpaltribble: said so in description.
[chat] Crimson: Am I?
[chat] Vorpaltribble nods.
[chat] Crimson checks.
[chat] Vorpaltribble: were couple weeks ago anyways.
[chat] Pyromastaforeva: haha.
[chat] Crimson: Oh, I am. Whoops.
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