Why haven't you killed me yet?

[The Good Reverend Roger]

Okay. I now have a wonderful mental picture of Era holding Roger's head in her hands.
Like and apple that she's about to take a bite out of.
I feel a painting coming on here.

You have my pic, right?  Make sure you get the good side of my bloodied skull.

[EraPassing]

Dammit, Rog!
Imagine my fucking surprise!
http://www.geocities.com/tribhis/WhoAreYou.html
Are you using My name in vain elsewhere, too?

EraPassing,
Is surprised and unhappy

I didn't post that, and I am also very upset about it, because it attributes work that is not mine to me.

I don't like looking like a plagiarist, and whomever put that up there, should pull it down, or re-attribute it.

I must now change my policy.  From this day forward, I want people to ask me before they copy/post any material that I post here.

Thanks.

*is imagining Rog's fucking surprise*

Well, I feel better knowing that it was as much a surprise to you as to me.
You know what would let me feel even BETTER?

If you let me bite your head.

C'mon, Rog, let me bite your head.  You want me to feel better, right?  You love me, don't you?
So let me bite your head.

Oh, and so much for feeling "honored," yeah?

If you knew what was rattling around in my skull, you'd rethink that request.

There's shit up there that would cause Hannibal Lector move to the other end of the bus.

Don't be silly.
Let me bite your head.

Well, okay, but first I need to see your shot record.  It's a liability thing.

Live a little, Rog.  Dare to be daring, this once, yeah.  Let me bite your head.

It's not ME I'm worried about.

OMG!  You do love me!  You're all worried about me and everything!

I'm immortal.  Let me bite your head.

Buy me dinner first.

I don't want you to think I'm easy.

I already think that, silly.
C'mon, Rog, lemme.  Lemme?  Oh, PLEAZE lemme, yeah!

[EraPassing]

Okay. I now have a wonderful mental picture of Era holding Roger's head in her hands.
Like and apple that she's about to take a bite out of.
I feel a painting coming on here.

You have my pic, right?  Make sure you get the good side of my bloodied skull.

And remember to include the manically excited gleam in my clever green eyes.
And maybe a touch of drool.

[The Good Reverend Roger]

I already think that, silly.
C'mon, Rog, lemme.  Lemme?  Oh, PLEAZE lemme, yeah!

I FEEL LIKE SUCH AN...OBJECT!
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[EraPassing]

I already think that, silly.
C'mon, Rog, lemme.  Lemme?  Oh, PLEAZE lemme, yeah!

I FEEL LIKE SUCH AN...OBJECT!
\

Dammit, Rog, you fucked up the quoting-chain!

[The Good Reverend Roger]

I already think that, silly.
C'mon, Rog, lemme.  Lemme?  Oh, PLEAZE lemme, yeah!

I FEEL LIKE SUCH AN...OBJECT!
\

Dammit, Rog, you fucked up the quoting-chain!

Bandwidth, toots.  Yuo think the Mgmt is MADE of it?  

[EraPassing]

I already think that, silly.
C'mon, Rog, lemme.  Lemme?  Oh, PLEAZE lemme, yeah!

I FEEL LIKE SUCH AN...OBJECT!
\

Dammit, Rog, you fucked up the quoting-chain!

Bandwidth, toots.  Yuo think the Mgmt is MADE of it?  

Well... yeah.

[CannedLizard]

I already think that, silly.
C'mon, Rog, lemme.  Lemme?  Oh, PLEAZE lemme, yeah!

I FEEL LIKE SUCH AN...OBJECT!
\

Dammit, Rog, you fucked up the quoting-chain!

Bandwidth, toots.  Yuo think the Mgmt is MADE of it?  

I think that an entity made entirely of bandwidth, with all the various random elements of stuff carried over the internet, would make a good Discordian symbol.

Then again, never mind, about 80% of the figure would be naked and getting fucked by a pregnant hermaphrodite dog.

[Irreverend Hugh, KSC]

Problem stomped.