Well, sir, you have our attention. Fire away.
Your flock awaits instruction.
Me, I'm gonna go catch the Jesu concert.
2007-10-18 09:55 pm (UTC)
And all across the internet, thousands of people suddenly prairie dog back into Live Journal...
I could hear the thunder of thousands of pairs of feet.
Your every sound is a symphony; your every bodily fluid a baptism! Please. Tomorrow, please do it again. But let us wear the stethoscope.
(I exaggerate because I love)
You have just elevated my instinctive response from, "Hmm, better find an umbrella, just in case," to "Full biohazard gear, NOW!
*passes the throat pastilles*
Tasty. I tend to favour Irish Moss or Jägermeister for sore throats myself, though.
*puts away novel, pulls out PDA, opens fresh notepad, watches attentively*
:stops writing heroes smut and listens:
Bird flu again? Or have you managed to catch blue tongue?
2007-10-18 10:12 pm (UTC)
Just like fuckin' prairie dogs.
Jesus Christ. This goes beyond fame... this is minion-level responses from these people.
(FYI, just so everyone understand I'm not trying to cast aspersions, my first instinct was to kneel and ask "What is thy bidding, my master?")
Congratulations, Warren. You have an army of misfits at your disposal.
Who you callin' a misfit? Yeah, I'm short, but my breasts MORE than make up for that shortcoming!
(waits a second, then continues reading)
That's literally the voice of god, isn't it?
(Or is it the cough of god? The cigarrette charred chant of God?)
I hear, oh Master!
...no really, the Beard O' Evil is looking good these days!
*passes over midget dissolving 151 proof liquor*
i like your icon, because its not a pipe either.