The BBS Commune-House

[That God Damn Moose]

CK: i liek trainz

[AngusMcTavish]

(knock knock knock)

Angus: I got it! And someone may want to get the back door, too, just in case.

Angus opens door to see a train rip through the room, knock over CK, then roll out the back door, held open by TGDMoose.

PT: What...was...THAT?

Angus (shrugs off): It's a train thing. ANYWAY...Now that the place looks like a cabin in the woods, I guess that means we go hunting today. But what's in season??

[marjorine1991]

*pokes her head in"

It's Rabbit Season.

[mo303564]

Michael gets fed up with all the blabbering and leaves.
He finds Ex1epr0 and Genimi Shamrock and Mamont coming back from the store.

Michael: Oh goody!! Sain People!
*he hugs Mamont*

Mamont *shoves him away* What the hell has gotten into you?!?

Michael: Well, I...um, nevermind.

Ex1epr0 (to others): Guys, He looks rather messed up.....

Genimi Shamrock: Apparently That's what drinking too milk will do to ya.

Mamont: Yep. This is I why I work in a beer factory

They take Michael into a bar

Ex1epr0: Here Mike, I'll buy you a malt beer on the house.

Michael: Gah! Noooo! No beer!! No Scotts!!! ARRGHH!! *runs out of bar*

Mamont: No Scotts?!? Damn! Some scottish people must have bothered him.

Genimi Shamrock: He's done for!

[Barack_Obama]

For some reason I feel like this thread is beneath me. Call me arrogant, but what ever. .___.

[AngusMcTavish]

*pokes her head in"

It's Rabbit Season.

(I should have seen that coming. Anyway...)

Angus: Okay, then, we'll just need to gear up if we're gonna go hunting.

PT (checking the closets): Uhh, guys? No guns. All we've got are these antique cameras. I'm talking 1970s Polaroid-antique!

(everyone looks around, puzzled)

marjorine: Well, nobody said HOW we were supposed to shoot 'em, now did they?

Angus: All right, all right, let's just see what we can find out there. With any luck, we'll get something that'll love to pose!

[Ex1lepr0]

*is in his room*

*playing music, reading*

*knock on door*

Me: Come in!

*Mamont enters*

Mamont: What you up to?

Me: Same as always, killing time while wishing I lived in a better economy. What's up?

Mamont: We were all going to the beach, you want to come?

Me: Sure thing!

*everyone goes to beach*

*I read and listen to music*

A/N: Yes. I am that boring.

[GeminiShamrock]

*Gemini comes back from the store with some groceries. He even brought back a few pizzas from Pizza Hut.*
Gemini (myself...durr.): Well, I'm back and I've got dinner! Who wants some 'Za?!
Everyone: *in unison* I DO!
Gemini: Awesome! As for me, I'm gonna fix myself a nice, juicy porterhouse steak and drink some Guinness Extra Stout.
Ex1le: Hold on, bud. You're having steak?
Gemini: Yep.
mo: You're not trying to kill us with the pizza, are you?
Gemini: Uh, no. I'm just in the mood for steak...and some really good Irish beer.

[(ugly)Bob]

*knock* *knock* *knock*
helllooooooooo- ooooooo?????



(thread bump )

[Zazaban]

Who issssss it?

[(ugly)Bob]

*creeee--eeeeek open the door*
It's Bob. Ugly Bob.
*attempts to pull off sunglasses. realizes i don't have any*
...
what's news?
*walks inside, sees commotion*
ah..

[AngusMcTavish]

Angus (to others): I tell you, it was THIS CLOSE to eating us!

Ugly Bob has trouble seeing what's going on due to the cluster of people gathered around Angus. When he finally DOES get a look, though, he can see that Angus looks a bit battered, a few cuts, some being treated by others.

UB: Say what now?

Angus: Oh, hi, Bob. (back to crowd) The others got back far enough to safety, but I'm lucky to make it here in THIS state!

UB: What did this to you?

Angus: Couldn't tell, actually. One moment, we were taking pictures of some deer, the next thing you know, this big monstrous-looking beast blind-sided me! It didn't look big enough to be a grizzly bear, and it was larger than a human...

UB: Way to large to be a pig?

Angus (glares): I don't think we're dealing with Manbearpig here, Bob. But whatever it was, it was...well, nothing like I've ever seen!

Gemini: You think it's still around the immediate area?

Angus: I wouldn't doubt it.

Crowd starts to get all nervous.

[(ugly)Bob]

thinks: can i please go upstairs and unpack? No? okay… maybe I should listen to this poor mauled guy. wait. what is his name? wait. The hell is his NAME! ... i'm hungry! IM HUNGRY!

UB: Well what could it POSSIBLY be?

*Bob's stomach rumbles*

Angus: i don't know-- its here in our area

UB: have you considered it being some prehistoric murderer? like wearing bear skin?

UB looks at the onlooking crowd, clearly unsure what to make of Angus, his story and what the onlookers could be wondering

Angus: well he was about size of a bear…

UB: you nearly got murdered?

thinks: there's a mass murdering f*cking half bear half pig HALF MASS MURDERER!

Angus: mauled by something...

UB: has there been any reported cases of murders or... mauling cases? Can it be related?

*Angus responds but Bob's thoughts take over*

thinks: WE'RE GONNA f*ckin' DIE! we're going to be DRRRRAGGGED to our deaths! i tell ya! we're going to be SKINNNNNED alive...

*drops my suitcase in horror. jaw hanging open in fear, imagining everyone in the room getting mutilated*


UB: *squeak* OGH!

thinks:WE'RE GONNA DIE!

*stomach growls yet again, Bob decides to look for food*

UB: where's the kitchen?

Angus: the band-aids are in the bathroom

UB: no--

*stomach rumble*

Angus: the Stingos are there too

*walks around the commune house and eventually locates the bathroom medicine cabinet* .
*walks down to the crowd and Angus, giving him bandages and other meds*

uB: where is the--

Angus: all first aid is the bathroom

*getting annoyed, crosses arms, setting off a stomach groan*

Bob: the--

Angus: the ointment?

*stomach makes a horrendous churning noise*

Angus: the MONSTER! .... i can hear it!

*Bob, fuming, glares at Angus*

Bob: *takes out a stick of gum, eats it, hoping to stop stomach churning*

[GeminiShamrock]

Gemini sees that he needs to start barbecuing so he goes into the kitchen and seasons some pork ribs with a good dry rub.
Gemini: This is gonna be fantastic!

(ugly)Bob comes in and sees what he's doing.
(ugly)Bob: Barbecue, huh?
Gemini: Yep. Ribs, in fact. I bet you're gonna want some after they're done cooking.
(ugly)Bob: No doubt! When will they be ready.
Gemini: (Somewhat surprised by her question.) Um, at least five or six hours. Barbecue is the art of slow-cooking food.
(ugly)Bob: But I'm hungry NOW!

Gemini goes to the fridge and retrieves an already cooked hamburger patty, some lettuce, tomato, mustard, and mayonnaise.
Gemini: Will this due? The buns are on the table.

[(ugly)Bob]

Bob smiles in relief
UB: Thank you, Gemini
(ugly)Bob takes the patty and starts eating it hungrily
UB: So did Angus really get mauled? do you know what from?
Gemini: no, i don't
UB: Or maybe it's for attention.. or maybe there is someone out to get us all
finishes patty
UB: --I'm Bob.
hand out in greeting
Gemini: Gemini