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You heard "odorless drink", but it can't have been me talking. It must have been some of my friends that discussed what to give YOU. Something odorless and tasteless mixed with poison. I know they think that you take too big space in my life and they want to get rid of you in some way. At first they thought I was "kookoo" and laughed at my imagination, but now they are not laughing anymore. They are actually a bit scared. Ha ha.

But you can be calm. I would never, never let ANYTHING happens to you. I think of them as Misereres now and you will never see them again with or without, poisonous, odorless, tasteless drinks.

When I think about it, those Hircines on the Red Square must have been my friends too.

Mutualism prevails!

Stratowarius!

I will take care of you too! Don't dial 9-1-1, but call me instead. I will be there before you know it! I always do that
Oh well... back to those sprinklers!

911, is not the number we call here, if we need help and I will show you later on. Hopefully you never will use it.
The days of chaos are over. From now on I will stay home in the evenings and wait for you in peace and serenity. A guiet fire, some tea and waffles- with jam or your sirup-will be the most sensational events. You need rest after all your wearisome work with the sprinklers.
The days in fog are over. The hunting of Hircines, the wasted nights in confused bewilderness, the distorted reality. All this is behind me now. I'm starting a new life. Sure. It is what I plan ... For tomorrow at least

A plan? What do you wish to accomplish? Will I be there in your plan? Do I need to do anything?
Feel free to call, but I lost my phone after soaking it in fishliveroil. Therefore, communicate telepathically!

NeverendingAbyss wrote: A plan? What do you wish to accomplish? Will I be there in your plan? Do I need to do anything?
Feel free to call, but I lost my phone after soaking it in fishliveroil. Therefore, communicate telepathically!

I have tried to call you without success. You can take my old Nokia tomorrow. It functions even if it's slow in the uptake. Our telepathy works better then ever though, so I will talk to you in five minutes. Better than any Nokia.

What happened to you Neverending?? You weren't here last night and something veeery strange happened. I could hear that your heavy breathing was heavier than before and you talked in your sleep. Even worse. You snored!
When I looked at you, you reminded me of my childhoodmonster MÖÖÖÖRKÖÖÖ and when I cautiously asked who you were you answered. AVATAR THIEF. God help me.
You said that you hated waffles and you were full of contempt when you scorned my teapot and the jamjar. But you seemed to like BEER and KOSKEN to exess. You left nothing of that in my refrigerator.
So this is my new nightlife? I think I must call an insect-termite-terminator. This can't go on. My house is invaded by a snoring and beerconsuming Avatar-thief. Maybe I in the end have to use my grand-grandfathers nitrobottles...

Avatar Thief? He perhaps stole my avatar, explaining that scrupulous moment.
I was in Maryland fixing the sprinklers that the A-family poorly installed. I'm going to sue them because the damage done flooded an entire apartment.
So I will be busy the following week. Don't worry! I can call you for whatever reason if I need help.
Another thing is that I went to Seattle to pick up some study materials for the MCSE/MCSA exam. This year is going to be crazy!

MÖÖÖÖRKÖÖÖ? What a strange name for a monster. Don't worry again! I will telepathically tell that goon monster to back off! Or I will eat him in noms just like the waffles!

All years are crazy, dear! No exceptions! While you sprinkler around there in Maryland, I fight with that dude, Mörkö. He is very stubborn.

I will tell you about him. He is a figure from a Finnish story about some things that looks like trolls, but isn't really trolls, but some other personalities, and among them is Mörkö the dangerous type. When I was little my sadistic parents insisted on reading about that monster for me despite my screams and beggings on bend knees to be spared. It was "a part of the edification of my character".
Now I think I know how it works. All children around the world can't be wrong when they say that there are monsters under their beds. Of course there are monsters, but they can only be seen by children. And now me, for some reason. I swear to you. It was Mörkö under my bed and I am as scared as when I was little. Please take him away... Maybe you can find up some Mörkösprinklers.

You can't eat him. He must taste horrible..

Mörkö and I just talked. He says he was in a serious problem involving the police in Helsinki. He is hiding there for a while until the troopers leave the area. Once you get to know him, he's really funny. He cracks some random yet entertaining jokes about Mr. Tolkki. I told him, however, that he has to be there until next Tuesday. That is when Dunkin Donuts offers a special on their breakfast, and cops just fill in those seats!
You have nothing to worry about, my friend!

"Nothing to worry about". OK. He is here now and he is going to stay. That is what he just declared with his husky voice and nothing can change it. So I now have the "funny" mr Mörkö here for good.

The situation sounds like one of those so popular booktitles."How to reconcile with your worst nightmare dream" or "How you can learn to love the MONSTER under your bed." He told me you seemed to be a nice guy but you are out from here for good and he throwed self-indulgent the waffleiron in the bin. By, by, waffleiron and by, by, jamjar. From now on beer is what is valid in this house.
His Tolkkistories are ancient and I have much funnier myself. He didn't know those hilarious ones about the lady from abroad, so he is a bit late.

You, dear Neverending, have to find another bed to sleep under. Nothing is for ever and it was fun as long as it was fun. Good luck to you. And to me with mr Mörkö.

I can conclude that you need a little bit of time to think. Fair enough.
For the meanwhile I will be in the Ranch. Call if you need anything or if Mr. Mörkö starts abusing you.

Think? He gives no time to anything except drinking beer and ponder over what brand you shall buy. Look up him on Google and you can maybe understand my situation. Thank Priapus you don't need to bother with mr Mörkö.

Apparently my invisible eyes have an invisible sight!
What a strange creature... what's it made of?

The one under my bed is like a person. But worse than anything you ever saw. And NOT invisible and discrete as you were.

Now he says I can't babble anymore with you. He needs his sleep...And he is drunk so there will be a lot of breathing tonight. And SNORING.. Good Lord

Get a Bowflex and start working out! You will need your muscles to fight him!

I will need more than muscles that's for sure...

I wish you luck!

But what if... what if.... WHAT IF the A-family creates a gang to destroy this monster! That would be... microphantastic!

If you take a good look at him, you can see that he is undestructable. He has a good, blue health and he loves to scare ppl. And can he drink beer?? Yes he can.

So the only way out is through Priapus' mighty phallus?

Priapus?? Bwaaa. Not much help there. I think I can take care of him myself now. Mörkö is a bit stupid and has his weak points. I think I can handle him ...

Buahahahahahaha

YAY!
Let me know when you defeat him. And tell me all the details of that showdown!

Dear Neverending! My life was considerably less complicated when you were here. Now I have two madcaps under my bed and they have a hefty and fierce discussion about forumiter. (thank you Neon) Mörkö is very stubborn, even in this matter and Avatar (I think it is him, he just came in from another thread) will not give in. I'm sure there soon will come to blows.
As you know, Mörkö throwed away my new waffle-iron (iron-waffle?), and my situation hasn't improved in any way since then. I was used to the daily intake of waffles and that yumyumjam (nice word, yumyumjam almost as good as the nostalgic nomnomnom) and I miss it-and I miss of course your quiet and just enough heavy, but wavelike breathing. What to do?
Those two gentlemen are only TOO MUCH..

You are right Avatar! This is me now but it's not how I want to be regarded.

I am extremely grateful to hear that. You don't know how happy you made me!
Yeah, the Ranch isn't easy either. Yesterday A-10 sailed across the Phallaean Sea to recruit more As, while the other As were just partying all night with Avatar Thief, who has the STINKY_PREGNANT_MAN's Avatar.
Hope to see you soon.
/NEA

Are you sure? I didn't see a single A at the ranch yesterday. It was just me and onkel Jeremiah. Are there two parallel Priapus-Universe. And in such a case ,why am I in the empty one?

I think I made a misconception. After seeing so many As my eyes got used to this new pattern. Everywhere I go I see a microphallus between the shadows of a light post and the brightness of a black box...

What??? You sound like Icecar? Are you Icecar 2 or 1?

NeverendingAbyss wrote: I am extremely grateful to hear that. You don't know how happy you made me!
Yeah, the Ranch isn't easy either. Yesterday A-10 sailed across the Phallaean Sea to recruit more As, while the other As were just partying all night with Avatar Thief, who has the STINKY_PREGNANT_MAN's Avatar.
Hope to see you soon.

/NEA

I'm so happy that you are happy-that someone in this strange world, is happy... Here everything is building up to some explosion. My mother saw a piece of the irrational Mörkös dress in the corner of her eye and she thougt he was a rat-a big rat-and like all ladies she ran like hell. And she screamed like hell too. Mörkö became terror-stricken and tried to be invisible, but a patch of his blue dress got caught and he fell. He hurt the thing he walkes with (not really feet but something like it) and couldn't stand up. But in the same moment he became invisible and it was only his husky frightening screms that echoed in my house.
Strange as it may sound my mother couldn't hear him-he must be on a special frequency- so she still thinks he was a rat. A big blue rat. Now I have six big "Mjölner" (rat-trapp) in strategic places and I am really scared that I will be caught myself.

The worst is, I seem to be stuck with Mörkö and since Avatar has gone to wherever he uses to go to I will be alone with the blue, very displeased Monster.
He blames my mother for his injured foot and in the end ME.
But the big question is. Why, oh why, is he here. Why me?? What have I done to deserve this?

Oh my, Oh my! I missed the story of a lifetime!
Was the monster hospitalized? Did he cry?

DAAAYYYUUUMMM!!! I'm coming back on Monday, in Yim Kippur (Yum Kappur? Yim Kuppir?) to see how things are going. My my...