Friday, June 17, 2011

Dance on the ceiling with us, this is 1984

I says it's a Corkadrill and it shouldn't be there and I'm not gonna step under it. Another Kiwi says that corkadrills don't cling upside down to the ceiling so it has to be a gecko. Well I know for a fact that AK's knowledge of geckos comes entirely from watching Five Deadly Venoms; also there is no telling what a corkadrill is capable of when it is trying to escape from its mortal foe the river-horse.

The two dudes from Rentakill reckon that we should have called them in earlier rather than rely on promises from the Library Pixies to keep the Riddled archives pest-free by themselves.

The pixies all seem to be hiding at the moment. It was probably not a good idea to trust them with the samurai-sword chainsaw lunging through the books on the top right shelf.

15 comments:

ifthethunderdontgetya™³²®© said...

Ahh, what you have there is a large crocadecko.

A hippopotamus is just the right tool to get rid of them. Getting rid of the hippopotamus afterward can be a bit tricky, but I'm sure the pixies will think of something.
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vacuumslayer said...

How many pixies does it take to rid a hippo?

vacuumslayer said...

They're all gone!

mikey said...

Ok, this mostly makes sense. This time, I've only got two questions, and one is strictly operational.

First, how DID they keep their shorts inflated? I mean, they didn't have blowers or cylinders of compressed inert gases, and the accepted technology of the day, heating air in a brazier and using a bellows to deliver it to the desired containment structure seems like a really, REALLY bad idea.

Also, one can easily assume there was some sort of local ordinance or statute requiring the wearing of feather or other extremely fey decoration in or upon one's hat, which leads us to a burning curiosity about the sanctions or punishment mandated for those who's hats are not in compliance...

ifthethunderdontgetya™³²®© said...

I think I can answer both questions, mikey.

1) Beans.

2) Beans.
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Whale Chowder said...

Jeez, the poor alligecko is just doin' what comes natural. If you had a ceiling laid out with the perfect feast you'd be clinging up there too.

But nooo, you pussies jump up on the chair and scream, "Eeek! A geckigator!" and ask your husbands to get rid of it.

Remember, it's as scared of you as you are of it.

Brando said...

Men in olden days kept their shorts inflated to hide their wicked, wicked erections.

Substance McGravitas said...

Where did you get those cute miniature lions? They would go well in a blender drink.

Smut Clyde said...

First, how DID they keep their shorts inflated?
I believe that question is best directed at MC Hammer.

How many pixies does it take to rid a hippo?
For some reason the poem about the old lady with the phenomenal swallowing skills ends before she gets to a hippopotamus, possibly owing to a lack of rhymes.

requiring the wearing of feather or other extremely fey decoration in or upon one's hat
The Bavarian word for the wearing of feathers-in-hats and leather trousers (or a dirndl, to be gender-neutral) is "Tracht". I am not sufficiently informed to say whether this gave rise to the English "wearing drag", but I am happy to speculate.

vacuumslayer said...

"s? They would go well in a blender drink."

You are a very bad person. Pocket Lions are to be loved, cherished and fed lemon-poppyseed scones, not enjoyed in cool, refreshing beverages. I hope you are ashamed of yourself.

M. Bouffant said...

Il Ferrante Imperato?

mikey said...

Rentakill.

Hmm.

Belgian organization.

Right?

Smut Clyde said...

Belgian organization.
Expensive but they get the job done. Gustav never goes anywhere without his pool cue.

Substance McGravitas said...

I guess there are other uses for lions.

vacuumslayer said...

Phbbbhht. Lion porn is old news. See it all the time on the National Geographic channel.

W/v makes it official--I'm old: Oldsestr