Zooby and Tribdog and Danger, oh my

[Ivan Seeking]

This must be a bad omen.

Aaaaaaahhhhhhhhh1!1111111111!1!1!1

 

[tribdog]

It was all planned. The three of us here on Friday the 13th.

 

[Gale]

It was all planned. The three of us here on Friday the 13th.

HMM... and i spose the fact that its saturday the 14th... ah... you tricksters!

everyone lock your doors and put the children to bed... all hell's about to break loose!

 

[tribdog]

HMM... and i spose the fact that its saturday the 14th... ah... you tricksters!

zooby was in charge of the calendar.

 

[Gale]

zooby was in charge of the calendar.

hey, he's been a busy guy... bumper stickers don't sell themselves! sides, aren't you the responsible one of the bunch? er wait no i guess that is zoob... er no... danger... ugh.. ahem... um... i think you guys need a manager.

 

[zoobyshoe]

Zoobies are inherently unmanagable. Just stay alert, and show no fear.

 

[Danger]

Zoobies are inherently unmanagable.

I thought that was just their hair.

 

[tribdog]

I don't believe I know Danger. Of if I do he wasn't all that memorable.
Is he the next recipient of the coveted pink ribbon?

What have I missed? Anything exciting? Based on the glut of emails in my inbox I was expecting to find a dusty, windblown ghost town or maybe something out of Orwell.

 

[zoobyshoe]

I thought that was just their hair.

Take away the hair, and there's precious little zoobie left.

 

[tribdog]

*whips out clippers*
wow, you're right that is a precious little zoobie.

 

[Danger]

*whips out clippers*

I wonder how many merkins we can make out of all that hair.

 

[Ivan Seeking]

I wonder how many merkins we can make out of all that hair.

Well that depends on...uh...never mind.

 

[tribdog]

summer or winter fashion?

 

[zoobyshoe]

*whips out clippers*

Little dogs shouldn't whip anything out. The laughter might kill you.

 

[Gale]

Little dogs shouldn't whip anything out. The laughter might kill you.

psssh... i don't think trib has anything capable of being "whipped out," you give him too much credit.

 

[zoobyshoe]

psssh... i don't think trib has anything capable of being "whipped out," you give him too much credit.

OOHHHH! That one musta' hurt! The dog is DOWN, DOWN! he crowd is going Wild! The suspense is UNBELIEVABLE!

 

[zoobyshoe]

...minutes have gone by folks with no news. The paramedics are still at work on trib, but so far...there is no sign of life...

 

[Huckleberry]

I'll get his wallet. Someone grab his watch.

Awesome. Now I can afford to take Moonbear out for sushi.

 

[zoobyshoe]

Someone touch his eyeball. If he doesn't flinch, he's dead.

 

[Gale]

Someone touch his eyeball. If he doesn't flinch, he's dead.

EWWW... (i hope i didn't hurt him that bad...trib...?) he's faking it... the big baby! get up and stop licking your wounds you old dog... (trib seriously... get up... get up...!)

 

[Ivan Seeking]

Remind me to never play dead around a zooby.

 

[Gale]

Remind me to never play dead around a zooby.

...
...
...
Hey Ivan!
...
don't play dead around the zoob!

(you're welcome, dear)

 

[Huckleberry]

There's no money in this wallet! Just a bunch of strip club receipts and a mail order bride advertisement. You have a lot of explaining to do Tribdog.

The old Vietnamese needle to the genitalia trick always works.

 

[Danger]

don't play dead around the zoob!

Hey! Zoob spelled backwards is... Could explain a lot.

The old Vietnamese needle to the genitalia trick always works.

Wouldn't a thumbtack be more appropriate in this case?

 

[zoobyshoe]

Hey! Zoob spelled backwards is... Could explain a lot.

No booz for me. Zoobies like boobies.

Wouldn't a thumbtack be more appropriate in this case?

I think that was the official first blow of the beating-a-dead-dog portion of the match.

 

[Moonbear]

I don't believe I know Danger. Of if I do he wasn't all that memorable.
Is he the next recipient of the coveted pink ribbon?

He's going to have to fight me and Artman for it. Danger is your northern counterpart; your twin separated at birth. Really scary to have you both around at the same time now! Don't detonate anything really big, please?

What have I missed? Anything exciting? Based on the glut of emails in my inbox I was expecting to find a dusty, windblown ghost town or maybe something out of Orwell.

I figured since you weren't here, no point sending emails. Where the heck have you been? I was seriously considering writing a letter (now that I found your address again; it got a bit buried) to find out if you were still alive! Do you still have all your body parts? Since SOS is around, we know you haven't managed to explode all of AZ yet.

As for what you've missed, just that monster of a thread you created! Have you seen that thing? It's immortal!

 

[brewnog]

Danger is your northern counterpart; your twin separated at birth.

Tribdog, she's yanking your crank. What she really means is that Danger is your replacement. She's just too scared to say it to your face.

 

[mattmns]

Yay! Tribdog is back!

 

[Astronuc]

Danger is your northern counterpart; your twin separated at birth.

Correction. Zoobyshoe, Danger, Astronuc and Tridog are identical twins separated at conception (in a Douglas Adams kind of way). It was an experimental precusor to in-vitro fertilization. Somehow we all got sent to different labs in different parts of the world. Looks like Zooby got thawed out first, then Danger, then me, and then Tribdog is the last. They waited a little longer to Tribdog. I think I got crossed with a Wolfhound.

I am still trying to figure out who got what genes. I guess they kept tweaking the process, and ended up with Tribdog who is the youngest.

 

[tribdog]

took four tries but they finally got it right.

 

[Danger]

took four tries but they finally got it right.

It was actually five tries, but we don't even talk about Artman.

 

[tribdog]

don't talk about Artman? I'm afraid to even talk TO Artman.

 

[Moonbear]

I guess they kept tweaking the process, and ended up with Tribdog who is the youngest.

Seems he got a little freezer-burnt while they were trying to figure out what to do with him.

 

[Danger]

don't talk about Artman? I'm afraid to even talk TO Artman.

Talking to him is probably the safest approach. At least then you know where he is.

Seems he got a little freezer-burnt while they were trying to figure out what to do with him.

Hey! One of my moose steaks is missing... :grumpy:

 

[tribdog]

maybe you made a moosesteak when you counted them?