
What's that screwdriver doing?!(I just noticed I have a Tiffany Fox in my gallery)
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Yes....What's that screwdriver doing?!![]()
Night!Good night, fellowfurs. I see I missed another predator slaughterfest
Well, transformer, wish everyone goodnight:
"Good night, cute fuzzy fellowfurs!", said Meta the rat cheerfully. He yawned mightily, his little rat-arms fully stretched out.
"Uh, hey, good morning," said Tiffany Fox. She was standing there in the middle of the tent. She smiled at Meta. "Good morning, Meta. I am Tiffany."
"Kinda cute?" said Meta, giving the still-consciously-awake Fox a thumbs up.
Tiffany turned to her little rat friend and made a cartwheel gesture. "See? Only a blink to wake you up!"
Suddenly, Meta's long and slimy tail shot up and latched onto Tiffany's petite body.
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Ok, my tail is not slimy. Unless I have been hugging Spilo the axolotl. Then it might be.
Until tomorrow :3
The name reminds me of this airline*Looks around*
You know what we haven't had for a while? F A C T S. But I'm busy, so enjoy this subcontracted episode.
That is...impressive*Floofs in after a while of not floofing in*
I now have a functioning laptop so it is easier to come on here.That is...impressive![]()
nice! ugh my life is supremely boring though XPI now have a functioning laptop so it is easier to come on here.
XD I was about to say...My housemate is watching one of the Star Wars movies in the background, and I can hear it, but not see it.
I think it is the one with that annoying blond kid, who becomes Darth Vader.
But what has dawned on me:
Yoda and Fozzie bear have almost the exact same voice, and it'd be curious to put Yoda in the Muppets, and Fozzie Bear in Star Wars; it may well improve these films immeasurably.
Edit: Ah-ha! It's the same voice actor, for both of them! I knew I was onto something!
Morning, Spilo! *nuzzles*Good morning!
Good morning!Good morning!
(Tries the transformer myself)
TR273 staggered tiredly in before heading off for his shift down the parcel mines. He was coming down for lunch at noon when the latter bells of the midday halt began to jingle and ring. A great wave of ebony motley that poured in from the lower mountains came to a halt and stared in bewilderment at the mess of swirling mass of a hundred wagons and carts that slowed into the road. Old Isaac, who sat in the third row, shuffled his feet impatiently and tried to fling open his door while the horses jerked the others into gear.
It was three o'clock when the tired company of bakers were beginning to move forward again, squealing merrily as they cut their way through the belly of the
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So looks like an interesting day and I'll be saved by the bakery mice....
Meta the rat yawned...
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The protagonist of this story is an idiot.
No, no!Hmm...
Morning, Meta!Morning, Spilo! *nuzzles*
*wipes slime off muzzle*