Mount Olympus Annual Picnic

Could somebody find me a really long straw, please.

I'll give you a really long straw. And you know what will be in it and where I'm gonna stick it!

Nothing worse than be chased by an angry naked man in a fig leaf- oh no, he's at least got dressed- in ARMOUR Bugger. Wonder if I can shimmy up this pole too?

I could zap him, I like zapping me.

Bugger! Bugger! I should just stop coming to these do's!

I could turn him into gold, its a good investment.

You can wait up there as long as you want. You'll come down sooner and later, licking my feet and begging forgiveness!

Because I have the buckie, and you don't!

Oh I say Achilles on the rampage, this could be better than watching ROTK, we love that down here.

Now where did I leave that buckie?

Check behind you....

Ah. Um is it just me or is the temperature rising in here, definetly feeling a bit flushed since I did that moon. Maybe got a bit of sunburn, yes thats it, hot Greek sun...... no, thats not sunburn!!! Oh my!!

Siri, what's happening here?

oooooh I do love a good scrap, I know a few deadly squirrels if thats any help.

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAaaaaaaaaaarrrrrrrrrrrggggggggghhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!

Ally wrote:Siri, what's happening here?

Hi Ally. I chased Petty three times around Forumshire, and finally ran him to ground (well, under Mrs Figgs petticoats) on the crabbit thread, where I exacted my just revenge.....

only Petty was giggling and lisping 'chase me chase me!' I saw it with my own peepers. he had no sense of danger at all, it must be the buckie.

AAAAAAAAAAAAAaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaarr-that is a despicable lie Mrs Figg-rrrrrrrggggggggggghh

Well then I guess he got what he wanted in the end.....

its a legend. is a legend a lie? or does it have a nutty centre of truth.
The Battle of the Picnic, its got a legendary ring to it.

Good solid engineering design, those kilts. For the right type.

I was only trying to help! That'll teach me - I should just start these picnics sitting up a tree and stay there, its the only safe thing to do!
And you put at least 70/20 chilli in that! At least mine was 50/50 with the buckie! (Well ok, I had a little sip first but it was still CLOSE to 50/50)

Pettytyrant101 wrote:Norc I cant get any further away without leaving the picnic- and I left a buckie down there.

a shame to waste good buckie.. well, it's probably worth the price to pay

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Odo: Well --- I never! The goings on here!

Loki: Shush! And stop rattling the branches --- that notorious Cat Woman almost got us earlier! {{{You fool, Odo! }}} Don't let her see us again! She's Crazy with Evil.... Shush -- talk quieter... This crew is out of control... That bit I don't mind... if only to Curse them the more - of course!

Odo: But they haven't once mentioned the Dark Turnip Lord, Loki --- are you sure they're deserving of Frank and Intrusive Punishment - all of them?

Loki: Yes! Of course they deserve it! Notice: They haven't mentioned the Good Lord of Carrots neither.. Don't be fooled, Odo - the Dark Turnip is hidden inside all of them - every one!

Odo: Inside their bodies, you mean? I mean - in some hidden spot, you mean?

Loki: Probably - but I'm talking metaphysically.... or mostly...

Odo: They do seem to be having a wild time. Crisis after crisis --- but it's almost like they're enjoying themselves... how do I put it? --- they're all so...?

Loki: 'Depraved' Odo? That's what you mean isn't it! --- 'depravity' of the worst kind..

Odo: The worst?

Loki: Well, pretty bad for a Mixed Age-group Land anyhow... It's the The Dark Turnip that's inside 'em, Odo...

Odo: Is it?

Lok: Didn't I just tell you that - for the upteenth time tonight? --- The Dark Turnip's what puts thoughts of eel wranglin' and oil-smudging and other things of Old Evil in their minds - and such like ... Shush! Is that Petty up a pole?

Odo: Oh sweet Eru! I'd know that under-kilt anywhere! Did a similar thing at last year's Woodhall Picnic .... Though it was a tree last time...

Loki: Did not the Lord of Carrots not say:

"He be-kilted that sits up a pole,
Letting his jewellery in full view unfold,
Is a Dark Worshipper of the Dark Turnip,
I Lord of Carrots said it,
Why? Haven't you heard it?"

Odo: Was it really Him who said it? I thought it was someone else?

Loki: No it was The Lord of Carrots who said it.... and don't be mistaken, He was talking for Your benefit, Odo - You're benefit.

Odo: That was rather nice of him then... wasn't it?

Loki: It was indeed... Now, we must plan for the Grand Punishment!

Odo: Oh yes... Shush! Isn't that Amarie...? She looks almost unrecognisable without hardly any clothes on...

Loki: Quiet! She walks past... ... ... ... ... .... She is gone! Here - take this, Odo....

Odo: Are you sure the Lord of Carrots wants me to blow sleep-darts at everyone? - then manacle them to a horizontal bar? - then strip them all naked? - and punish the Lasses from the North and the Laddies from the South?

Loki: Yes, indeed. The Lord of Carrots demands it! {{{ }}}

Odo: Is that peppermint I can small?

Loki: Please concentrate Odo...

Odo: So: I must knock them out with sleep-darts - then... what was it... manacle them and then punish from both the North and the South!

Loki: Yes - but you needn't look so pleased about it.

Odo: Oh I'm not - and - what - it does seem rather Unrespectable...

Loki: And Disrespectable - but the Lord of Carrots wants it! And when you wake up next morning, All the Forumshirans will know what you've done and they'll come and give you exactly the Reward you deserve!

Odo: Will they? Oh doesn't Eru Iluvatar work in Mysterious Ways!

Loki: Indeed! {{{ }}}

Odo: I feel so happy... Praise Good Lord Carrot!

Loki: Shush! Here comes Mrs Figg.... Is your dart ready...?

Odo: More than ready!

Loki: Good, you noble Son of Our Blessed Root Vegetable--- goooood... {{{ }}}

Odo: Praise the Lord! ...


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Fear! Fire! Foes!

Everyone listen in! You all must take care - Odo's having another episode - and I fear the worst! We locked him in a safe spot and he's escaped and we fear that Little Loki Panic - a bad influence if ever there was one - has gone off with him.. We fear he's here! What, Mrs Figg! You've seen him! Oh good gracious!