Hour 43 and the Quest for Wintery Winter.

[pitry.livejournal.com]

It is a dark and stormy night. The wind howls, the rain rains, the forest forests.

In the distance, a small voice can be heard.

PIERRE: Natasha!

NATASHA: Pierre!

THE WOLVES: a-woooo!

THE WIND: whoooo.

Footsteps can be heard in the dark.

PIERRE: Natasha!

NATASHA: Pierre!

THE WOLVES: a-woooo!

THE WIND: whoooo.

A blood-freezing scream can be heard in the distance.

PIERRE: Natasha!

NATASHA: ...

THE WOLVES: om nom nom nom!

THE WIND: whooooo.

THE PITRY: GO ON. WRITE SOMETHING BETTER. I CHALLENGE THEE!

Comments

[persiflage-1.livejournal.com]

Have just wasted 40 minutes shouting abuse and swearing vilely at my bloody idiotic router as my internet connection kept falling over. It was NOT pretty!

[pitry.livejournal.com]

Gah :( Sounds familiar.

You are stronger than the router! You are stronger than the router!...

[persiflage-1.livejournal.com]

I damn near showed it who was stronger by smashing it into itty bitty pieces - but I refrained - just!

[pitry.livejournal.com]

Well, since it would be easier for it to mock you once smashed, you did the right thing!

[persiflage-1.livejournal.com]

I know - that was what stayed my hand...

[thisbluespirit]

Ohhh dear... :-(

[persiflage-1.livejournal.com]

All I can say is that it had better behave itself next Sat night - or BT will be getting an abusive phonecall from me!

[thisbluespirit]

Better watch out with that or they'll re-route you to a pet shop in Birmingham. :-D

[persiflage-1.livejournal.com]

Don't care what they do to my phonecalls - it's the broadband that matters, especially when Who is on!