Round 15, hour 18.
Mar. 26th, 2011 07:02 pmBeware the Time Chicken, for he is the Devil's pawn. Alone among God's fowl, he kills for sport or lust or greed. Yea, he will murder his brother to possess his brother's land. Let him not breed in great numbers, for he will make a desert of his home and yours. Shun him; drive him back into his jungle lair, for he is the harbinger of death.
On other news, I'm afraid of Clocket's Eleven With A Beard icon.
What new news do YOU have, Earthlings??
On other news, I'm afraid of Clocket's Eleven With A Beard icon.
What new news do YOU have, Earthlings??
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Date: 2011-03-26 05:04 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-03-26 05:18 pm (UTC)I think I need to do some 'research'. (Actually, I do.)
The Time Chicken will have to overcome the Rush Penguins if he thinks he's going to rule here.
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Date: 2011-03-26 05:24 pm (UTC)I wrote 561 word in the last hour.
...I'm now very tempted to write Time Chicken vs. Rush Penguin crack!fic
Time Chicken and Rush Penguin
Date: 2011-03-26 05:38 pm (UTC)Enter Time Chicken
Rush Penguin appears above at a window
Time Chicken:
But, soft! what light through yonder window breaks?
It is the timey-wimey detector, and Rush Penguin is the fish.
Arise, raving fish, and explode the timey-wimey egg.
See, how he leans his tail feathers upon his beak!
O, that I were a glove upon that beak,
That I might touch those tail feathers!
Rush Penguin:
O Time Chicken, Time Chicken! wherefore art thou Time Chicken?
What's in a name? That which we call a webbing
By any other name would smell as speedy
Dost thou love me? I know thou wilt say "like the cybermen which creep in the death zone, like Rassilon's frilly knickers, like the crack!fic that will not end, and the virtual disco ball which obscured my vision, that which defies description will prevail"
And I will take thy word; yet if thou swear'st,
Thou mayst prove wet.
Time Chicken:
Swain, by yonder timey-wimey egg I swear
That tips behind the TARDIS the glowing glow stick--
Rush Penguin:
O, swear not by the egg, the verbose egg,
That aggressively changes in its neon pink orb,
Lest that thy love prove likewise neon pink.
Sweet, fish scented night! A thousand times fish scented night!
Parting is such wibbly-wobbly sorrow,
That I shall say fish scented night till it be morrow.
Exit above
Time Chicken:
Sleep dwell upon thy tail feathers, peace in thy beak!
Would I were sleep and peace, so shrewdly to rest!
wonderfully will I to my raving foot's cell,
Its helpful to explode, and my speedy webbing to tell.
Re: Time Chicken and Rush Penguin
Date: 2011-03-26 05:41 pm (UTC)Parting is indeed wibbly-wobbly sorrow!
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Date: 2011-03-26 05:44 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-03-26 05:45 pm (UTC)sorry.
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Date: 2011-03-26 06:00 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-03-26 06:02 pm (UTC)