The RC squad that should be

 
bec's ... your pretty sharp of mind and I've enjoyed a few of your sharp tongued postings. You should let loose a little more.

Yeah, I know, it's not really you. You're more a sweetie.

Tell me, do you ever enjoy a fine wine with your brussel sprouts?

Huh?

How about music?

Many ways to ignite the fire.

Pity your so far away. I'd have you doing flick flacks down the passage in no time.

Not sure whether it would be outta pure joy or complete and utter rage!!




 

 
Oh lookee see boys ... it's Limp Dick.

What "knife" would that be, Limp Dick?

A butter knife, perhaps?

Maybe something to cut and butter bread rolls with? 

Ooohhh ... you mean the blade I use to carve people up, right?

Of course ... I don't go anywhere without it.

We should meet. Love to show you what it looks like!!



 

Oh CleanCut.....I can't drink anymore  
And I don't eat brussel sprouts....hate the things with a passion. I really am a more salad than veg type of Vegan  
As for being sweet.....hmmmm.....not sure about that. I am very deflated at present. I can't even muster up a riposte about it ! 
It probably would be rage though.....not joy  

Yeah me too. Hate the stuff.

Smells like pee. Tastes worse.

Tell you what bec's ... I'll have an extra glass or three of wine tonight with my supper, on your behalf ... of course. 

That should definitely have me doing flick flacks down the passage. I may even finish it off with a double salto. Whatever that is.

Hope I don't pull a hammie. 

How about grass? You allowed to take a few puffs?

Go on be daring.


 

 
Hey Saffex ... stay the course man.

Don't let yourself slip into Mozart mode.

Once there it's a struggle to regain any kind of proper direction again.

Ask Mozart. He's still in the abyss.

 

Nah, not into all that thing, CleanCut......I'd probably be allergic to it  
I am, these days, being doped to the nines against my wishes, by the medical staff, so I do have plenty of drugs in my system and, I can tell you, I am already away with the fairies  Believe me, this stuff is pretty powerful and I am on multiple lots of it !! 
But please feel free to have my wine for me....I was a champagne girl myself  
 I'd enjoy watching the impromptu gymnastics  

The day I started seeing the game the way Moz does, is the day I pack it in  

Thing is, CleanCut, I even think Saffex has turned into the lovely Jim Morrison    

 
Damn woman ... your right ... the tabs they got you on is a lot stronger than first thought.

Must be the drugs, Mozart.
Could've sworn you died years ago    

 
Me ... a thug?

Come now Poefter ... thought I was a "sheep herd" ...

Wait a moment ... is this a promotion?

 Baldy, calling you a bacteria would be a promotion.
As for your comment becs, we covered this kind of thing months ago. If I respond then I'm taking advantage of an ill woman. So I'll just leave it at that.

Mozart......I was trying to make a joke. I am sorry if you didn't realise that.  

 Say Slicer, why don't you tell Becs about your boasts on rugby forums of how you carved up innocent coloured blokes. You were very proud of yourself then, weren't you??.

 

It kinda rocked your boat ......so come on then, brag away Slicer!

 Fine Becs, I apologize for drawing the wrong conclusion.

No problem. I was trying to lighten the mood !!!  

 
Oh dear!! Are you on the verge of tears, Faggot?

Thought you were convinced that there's life beyond the grave ... or is that the very basis for your fear?

Too much tail gunning has you concerned about what lies in wait, huh?

Thought you woulda repented of these filthy acts and made right with the author ... especially now that the day of your passing is drawing closer and closer.

Listen up you feeble fag ... we're all gonna give up the ghost some time or another ... so get a grip, will ya.

Besides, I thought bec's comment was rather funny and your rant uncalled for.

Glad to see you at least had the decency to apologize to her.

Hey Dense ... I've asked you to explain yourself regarding my supposed blade wielding escapades ... I'm still waiting. If you'd be so kind as to clarify.

I remember you telling me when we played chess against each other, how depressed you'd get when you lost a simple match ... and how you'd be under the weather for weeks on end because of it.

How you'd literally lock yourself up in your room and pout for days ... uncontrollably ... how you'd thrash about on the floor, throwing some kinda emotional fit ... chucking things around in your room and how even your mommy couldn't console you.

Remember?

Is that still an issue?

Tell me, during that time, would you try to escape to a safe place. Take yourself to La La Land so you'd feel a little better. To hide from all the mean people? To escape this frightening world for a spell?

Did pretending that you never lost the match actually work? Is avoiding reality a success story for you? Do you still partake of this fantasy? 

This really interests me. I find it fascinating how bad parenting or an event of sorts can twist a child's mind and scar them for life. How it perverts their thoughts in later life and how they tend to carry it over to their own offspring.
 
Is that perhaps the root of your emotional immaturity?

Did you escape to La La Land and play with imaginary friends? These friends ... are they still around?

I wonder ... is that perhaps where you conjured up an image of me sticking a blade into coloured folk?

Your obviously convinced I'm some sort of a hooligan. A thug, as the Poefter said. A serial killer it seems.

It must have come from somewhere and I would very much like to know all the hows, the whys and perhaps even the whens ... if you don't mind.

Tell me ... what did I do with the bloody corpses? Did I partake of their flesh? Maybe feed some innocent child a piece of grey matter on a plane? 

So if you please ... I await in eager anticipation. 

 
Come now, Dense.

I'm waiting.

Off to that happy place again, huh?