*sigh* I'm loosing my touch. (Warning: Hi-jacked by Em)

[Spookwriter]

Don't worry.

If George were to throw you in the moat, I, SUPERSPOOK,
would save you.

Not that I would actually jump in the moat -- moat water is so
hard on the sheet you know -- But I would run to and fro screaming
for help at the top of my little lungs.

As many people as read this thread, surely there would be someone
dumb enough to brave the Queens moat to save such a fine tweener
as Ebob.

 

[EmtheFishLady]

The Queen is 24! This hasn't changed! I'm not in an old folks home, I'm living with an old folk. There's a difference!

 

[EmtheFishLady]

And with Spook's piercing voice, I might have someone go fetch you just to shut him up.

 

[Spookwriter]

Wait a minute...I need to retract that last post.

I went back and read where little Ebob was after a brownie...

That isn't happening.

And if I catch you wearing brownie crumbs, I'll throw you in
the moat myself.


Spook...it's MY brownie patch.

 

[EmtheFishLady]

Spook, MFB was eating brownies last night. Ate them all. I tried to get him to save you some, but he said no.

 

[sourland]

One of the US olympic athletes was disqualified for eating brownies. How could that be?

 

[Spookwriter]

We'll let Terry slide this time.

Living with you, he deserves something sweet once
and a while.

Spook...still eyeing Ebob trying to sneak a brownie.

 

[sourland]

Rumor is that Yebob has a whole stache of pilfered brownies. All of the brownies that have gone missing-------------------- Yep, he has them, or so I have been told. Really wouldn't want to rat out our only tweener.

 

[EmtheFishLady]

You really shouldn't give MFB another chance...he'll eat you out of brownies and donuts...just sayin. It'll be hard to move on, but I'll understand if you must throw him in the moat...

 

[Spookwriter]

I hadn't thougth about it but you've got a point there, George.

Brownie Eating certainly should be an Olympic sport. And I
believe I would be just the right person to represent BYC at
the table.

I would be looking sharp with a nice gold medal around my
neck.

Spook...Now, who do we write too to get this sport started?
(I've got a pencil)