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SOMEWHERE, CURTAIN'S BACK ROOM
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Narrator: Teardrop talks about the TTC profile sheet. Just senseless stuff.
Teardrop: Hmm...
Teardrop: If you haven't participated in the TTC, I'd suggest that you refrain from filling the form there.
NightOfAccordionSax: I'm not going to, don't worry :P
Teardrop: It'll probably only limit you/confuse others if you ever participate later.
NightOfAccordionSax: Just mak'n jokes.
NightOfAccordionSax: Seriously, need a pony with a name as Mango to come along.
NightOfAccordionSax: Soooooo many jokes to be made with that one.
NightOfAccordionSax: Oh god, one day, I demand a Pina Colada pony.
NightOfAccordionSax: I WILL PUN THE FUCK OUT OF THIS CHAT.
Pina Colada eyebrows.
NightOfAccordionSax: My day ha-
Pina Colada leaves.
NightOfAccordionSax: No, come back!
NightOfAccordionSax: My moment! Nooooooooooooooo... ;_;
Pina Colada comes back. Just pretending to leave!
NightOfAccordionSax: Now...
NightOfAccordionSax: We just need somepony else to get this ball a rolling...
Pina Colada commits unspeakably dirty sexual acts.
NightOfAccordionSax: Maybe Mango... that would lead to even better puns.
NightOfAccordionSax: PinaColada? More like sexs on the beach! *Rimshot*
Pina Colada saxes up NightOfAccordionSax... all night long.
Teardrop: Lawl.
NightOfAccordionSax: Oh... is this the game we're playing? So be it... Looks like somepony better get some ice, cause that PinaColada is steaming!
Teardrop: It would even make sense, since Broken already said it wasn't Mango's first time.
Teardrop: Maybe he found his special somepony already :D
NightOfAccordionSax: Heh.
Pina Colada: And I can play you like an accordion. I know all your buttons and keys.
Whiteout: I don't think you understand. Epic. Sax. Poni.
NightOfAccordionSax: Pina's pretty sweet. You could drink it all night and still be ready for more.
NightOfAccordionSax: ...This is slightly harder then I thought... But I will not lose.
Pina Colada: Don't worry. The night is long, and it will be filled with loving you.
Pina Colada: Don't try too hard on my accord.
NightOfAccordionSax: Well played...
NightOfAccordionSax: But I plan to shake you up all night.
Pina Colada: Just take your puns, place them carefully in their sacks, and walk away.
Teardrop: This just won't end...lol.
Pina Colada: It will end... but only in tears.
Pina Colada: YEAH I WENT THERE.
Pina Colada: Cry some more!
NightOfAccordionSax: Oh, I'm not worried. I'm ready to ice you. Maybe even crush you while I'm at it.
Pina Colada: Ah, a witty retort. I'll polka you right back, tit for tat.
NightOfAccordionSax: Do as you wish. I can go the distance. I can rum you down.
Pina Colada: Don't worry, Sax. I'm smooth as jazz.
NightOfAccordionSax: I'm as rich as coconut cream.
NightOfAccordionSax: Be careful, before I juice your pineapple.
Whiteout: Creamy, tangy, and alltogether delicious?
Pina Colada: Be that as it may, puns are not your forte. You've got a ritardando over your responses, music boy.
Pina Colada: Treble before my might!
Pina Colada: Lest I drop you like the bass.
Pina Colada: I don't mean to toot my own horn, but this evening you have shown yourself lacking resolution to your chords.
NightOfAccordionSax: Must be drunk off yourself if you think I'm done! Moving on to just music puns? Looks like you're a pretty weak drink after all. I'll be serving you up in no time, even before you can cock your tail to run.
Pina Colada: Such weak jokes? Can you even reed what I'm saying? Take note, good sir. I'll pump your words back and forth until the break of dawn, for I have the key to your undoing.
Pina Colada: I'm the star of this show, you can plainly see.
NightOfAccordionSax: ...Dammit, between all the musical puns you cal pull off, and the night puns you haven't even started yet... I'm out numbered.
NightOfAccordionSax: I concede.
Pina Colada takes a bow.
Teardrop: D:
Pina Colada: You have been a worthy opponent.
NightOfAccordionSax: You win this time... whoever you are.
Pina Colada takes off his skin, revealing to be TerribleTransit.
TerribleTransit takes a bow.
NightOfAccordionSax claps.
Whiteout: I think you misplaced a vowel, NAS.
TerribleTransit: Haha.
NightOfAccordionSax: And clearly this needs to be a bonus on the TTC logs... "What is this, I don't even" log.
Teardrop: Well snap...
Teardrop: Alright then :P
TerribleTransit: And then suddenly TTC was being used for pun-offs.
NightOfAccordionSax: I can't find where I misspelled something D:
NightOfAccordionSax is a stupid pony.
TerribleTransit: Claps -> Clops.
NightOfAccordionSax: Ah, heh.
Whiteout grins. "'Twas a pun, oh Saxxiest of Nights."
NightOfAccordionSax is stupidist pony!
Invidlord [Invidlord@hmask-B284937C.hsd1.mi.comcast.net] enters the channel (Came as: NightFlurry)
Invidlord: SEAPONIES? MORE LIKE, SEAPORNIES!
Invidlord [4Invidlord@hmask-B284937C.hsd1.mi.comcast.net] closes [Quit: HydraIRC -> http://www.hydrairc.com <- The alternative IRC client]
NightOfAccordionSax: ...
Whiteout: ...
NightOfAccordionSax: Can we log that too? Just to have proof he long into here? :P
TerribleTransit: Accurate.
NightOfAccordionSax: Loged.
Whiteout: Call upon the sea pornies if you're in distress?
TerribleTransit: Just log this whole conversation, start to finish.
Teardrop: Of course that I'll log it.
NightOfAccordionSax: Call upon the sea pornies, if you are undressed...
NightOfAccordionSax: He's going to cook something up, if you know what I mean.
Narrator: And so, the group spends the rest of the day talking about senseless stuff not worth posting here.