LITTLE FORUMSHIRE in FULL COLOUR (Unwanted visitors risk interference!)

we write fanfiction about ringo and eldo, what do u think?

Norc wrote: everyone knows that fjordians aren't known for being polite

*bites tongue*

what...?

 

what do u think?- Norc

Some questions are best left unasked.  

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When will it dawn on you people that you're NOT welcome in Forumshire!  

Don't you mean "Little Forumshire" there, Odo? Here to help!

odo banks wrote:When will it dawn on you people that you're NOT welcome in Forumshire!  

You made Norc cry. Be afraid. Be very afraid.

why am i not welcome  why! tell me!

Presumably because you won't kowtow to the Banks clan. Fortunately there are no truly autonomous regions in Forumshire, though.

this is a Banana Republic anyways.

I like bananas, bot not republics. Its a dilemma.

You're in luck, then: most banana republics are actually military dictatorships.

Now I'm confused  I will instead break this down to the simple and crucial question: Do they, or do they not have banana buckie there?

I'll be having no tropical fruits here - that's you, you damn Forumshirans! Git you gone!  

Hi Odo!  

 

Odo: I've called you all here for a most secret of secret councils.

Orwell: It's about all that 'Troll' talk, isn't it?

Mirabella: It's very serious by the sounds of it. Lord Eldo is talking about rendering judgement.

Porgy: Oooh... That sounds ever so authoritive, doesn't it. Like he's a God or something.

Janesmith: Not Eru the Blessed, of course.

Mirabella: Oh no. I said to him that it made him sound like Thor the God of Thunder. Got my heart going pitter-patter pitter-patter, it did.

Janesmith: Is that one of those Forumshiran Gods? Sounds very pagan.

Porgy: I've heard he has a huge hammer which he swings about making all the ladies swoon.

Janesmith: Who? Eldo?

Porgy: No - Thor the God of Thunder.

Odo: Anyway, about this Troll business.

Orwell: Yes. Enough of that rubbish about Eldo being Godlike. What rubbish!

Mirabella: (to Porgy in a whisper): I hear Orwell's got hammer envy...

Orwell: Hey! I heard that!

Odo: Do you mind, people!

Lesbo: Can I say something?

Odo: What in Eru's name are you doing here -- you're a.. you're a.. a Proudfoot!

Loki: I brought her here. I though she'd be able to offer some advice.

Mirabella: Little Loki Panic! We're certainly going with a Norse God theme, aren't we. It's all very exciting.

Odo: What in Eru's Sweet Name can Lesbo offer here?

Orwell: That remains to be seen - though I have a hunch....

Odo: Hmm? ... ... Anyway, this business of the Troll. It's terribly worrying.

Loki: Let 'em rot, I say.

Orwell: You would say something like that, Loki.

Odo: What did he say?

Loki: I said, 'Let Forumshire rot'. Providing the Troll doesn't come here, what does it matter? You're no friend of Forumshire, Odo.

Odo: Just because we don't leave our doors to find Trolls it doesn't mean Trolls won't find their way to our door.

Biffo: Wot?

Petty: Ock za noo!

Odo: My goodness. I have a secret council and then you turn up!  

Orwell: Let him speak!

Odo: Why?

Orwell: I want to hear him say 'Ock tha noo!' again. It makes me giggle.

Mirabella: Me too.

[Much giggling ensues around the table in Odo's parlour]

Odo: Alright then. Providing he doesn't say it too often. We shouldn't like to bore people.

Orwell: What people?

Petty: Ock! Nefer mind that, laddie. There be strange things a'goin aboot in Forumsheer, und I bee afraid of eet.

Biffo: I heyar itz a bigg Trull.

Petty: Bigger than a hoose, laddie! A hoose, I say!

Biffo: Sweed Eroo eet my sooks!

Petty: An he di hav a nose as loong as a seerpent!

Biffo: Sweed Eroo eet my sooks!

Petty: An he di hav claws lik taloons.

Orwell: Claws are talons, you idiot!

Petty: Aye, laddie - Aye!

Biffo: Sweed Eroo eet my sooks!

Odo: Now, let's not panic. And if we do, please run to the parlour door, and not toward the passage door, as I don't want anyone falling inadvertently into my tub of raspberry and lime jelly.

Orwel: As if that's possible.

Mirabella: Uncle Odo is such a worrier, isn't he.

Lesbo: Always has been. I mean, I could walk over and stand by his tub for ages and not ever fall. Nor run that way and risk falling in - even in a panic.

Mirabella: I know. I mean, it would be like lighting striking twice in the same place.

Porgy: What about Tom the Miller, and his Father, Bert, and his Grandfather, William?

Janesmith: That, of course, is three times, not twice.

Porgy: Oh ... good point.

Odo: No, it's not!

Janesmith: No need to get your trousers in a knot, Odo. The thing is, what we need to do is close our Borders until the danger has passed.

Loki: Lightning knows no boundaries.

Orwell: We're worred about Trolls not lightning, you idiot.

Mirabella: Everyone is so tense. Stop it. I think I'll have to pace up and down the parlour near the fireplace now. I always pace when I'm tense in case some or all of you didn't know that.

Lesbo: I'll hold your hand and comfort you.

Mirabella: Oh you were always kind to me - except when you were being an utter bitch, Lesbo.

Lesbo: I am fully a woman, you know that. Not just physically - as displayed by my short short skirt and revealing low cut top - but also in the manner of my moodal changeability.

Odo: You two will be careful near my jelly, won't you?

Mirabella: Oh Odo. You are such a worry wort.

Janesmith: Yes, I think all this Troll business has put you on edge, Odo. I mean, Mirabella is barely wearing any clothes. It's not like she can trip on her hotpants or get her boobtube caught in the candelabra.

Odo: But what about tripping on the edge of the tub itself?

Orwell: That's a good point. Watch where you're pacing, girls!

Petty: Ock za noo!

[Sound of startled squeals, and then a big squelchy noise]

Thank goodness Admins don't have to listen to Councils, or I'd never have risen to power get anything done.

{{{Love it, Odo! }}}

 Get out of my Land - Foreigner!  


{{{What do you love? I hope it's not scantilly clad ladies sprawling about in tubs of jelly! }}}

Its amazing really that Odo ever gets any jelly to set at all.  

  It's been too long since the last Council of Odo. I feel ever so much safer knowing a wise, sober sausage head has taken the situation in hand.  

 I have more jelly than meets the eye, Mister Tyrant.

Now - get out!