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Post by Captain Hank "Hazel" Murphy on Aug 10, 2007 21:26:35 GMT -5
"Why not?!" Murphy said swimming backstroke in the vat.
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Post by Erik on Aug 10, 2007 21:42:31 GMT -5
"Because it's... it's FOOD!"
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Post by Captain Hank "Hazel" Murphy on Aug 10, 2007 21:45:18 GMT -5
"What you some kind a food-aphobic?!" Murphy dived down and came up covered in pudding.
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Post by Erik on Aug 10, 2007 22:55:44 GMT -5
"No!" *Erik said defensively, trying to wipe pudding from his eye.* "Erik has just never... bathed in it before."
*It seemed wasteful, yet decadent. Erik was as war with himself.*
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Post by Captain Hank "Hazel" Murphy on Aug 11, 2007 4:00:53 GMT -5
"You need to relax man!" Murphy smiled "You know back in the day me and squish face would do this for hours, before they hosed us down with Napalm, and burnt us to a crisp, I miss squishface, when you poured liquor on her, she'd make more baby gloops!" ((Below is squishface having liqour poured on her))
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Post by Erik on Aug 11, 2007 10:11:47 GMT -5
*Erik was learning not to attempt to interpret Murphy's references. He wasn't even sure why he was here, or how he'd never noticed large vats of swimmable pudding in the kitchen. He wasn't even sure he liked Murphy, but there was something a bit unavoidable about him.*
"Oh," *he said.*
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Post by Captain Hank "Hazel" Murphy on Aug 11, 2007 16:33:43 GMT -5
Murphy got out of the vat of pudding and picked up a towel handing one to Erik as he got out "You know for a man, you aren't bad looking" Murphy quipped, he meant nothing by it, but he had no idea how to interact with people from this place "That was a good pudding dip, don't you agree?"
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Post by Erik on Aug 13, 2007 9:53:27 GMT -5
*Erik confusedly toweled off. Was this man... attempting to initiate intimacies with him?*
"I know," *he said finally.*
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Post by Captain Hank "Hazel" Murphy on Aug 13, 2007 13:24:14 GMT -5
"Aha All right!" Murphy exclaimed obviously from no where "So how many ladies have you gotten? I mean you don't have a stash" Murphy pulled a mustache from his pocket and put it on "and stash's are obviously a sign of superior hotness, that's how I got Bucket Head Wendy AND White Debbie." Murphy posed.
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Post by Erik on Aug 13, 2007 13:37:37 GMT -5
*Erik counted on his fingers.*
"Um... Two. But one was drugged. And one man. I don't have a... stash. Until recently, my skin was unable to produce hair in the facial region. Do you think it would help?"
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Post by Captain Hank "Hazel" Murphy on Aug 13, 2007 13:48:00 GMT -5
"It always helped me" he pulled out a boombox from behind one of the pudding vats that was obviously a 1980's throw back, or throw foreward as it may. Then they were back in their normal clothes again "You ever seen one of these babies?"
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Post by Erik on Aug 13, 2007 15:33:00 GMT -5
*Erik frowned.*
"It does not resemble a baby in any way. And no."
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Post by Captain Hank "Hazel" Murphy on Aug 13, 2007 18:23:05 GMT -5
Now it was Murphy's turned to be confused And people call me weird he reached down and turned on the boom box, it was playing some strange jazz "Awww yea."
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Post by Erik on Aug 14, 2007 9:28:58 GMT -5
*Erik started and looked around for the band. It really did seem to be coming from the little black box. But then his attention was caught by the actual sounds coming from it.*
"Those are chords?" *he muttered, fascinated. Was this the modern type of music Megan had told him about?*
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Post by Queen Lilith on Aug 14, 2007 16:16:01 GMT -5
**AS CAPTAIN MURPHY**
"In the fuuuture, this is how we listen to music, not all this namby pampy theatre stuff."
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