Tonight was the most fun I’ve had in quite a while. Tim, Josh, Cynthia, and I all went out to dinner and then back to our place for games. Tim tried to do charades for “chia pet” which was so funny that I’ll never, ever be able to forget it.
On the ride home from dinner we had a conversation that went a little something like this:
Tim: We should stop at your place so I can run in screaming and waving my hands around, take a shit on the table, and run back out screaming. I’d shit right in the middle of their battle map.
Josh: They’d be like, ‘Aw, man! Now I can’t tell how far I am from that Orc barbarian!’
Tim: Then they would have to battle it. It’d be an Earth Elemental.
Teri: That is hilarious. I want to post this on my LJ, but I don’t think anyone would know what I’m talking about. They’ll all think, ‘what’s an Earth Elemental?’ I would so give you a hundred dollars to do it though.
Josh: It wouldn’t be as funny actually doing it though. You could run in screaming, but then everything would have to stop while you pull down your pants and try to go.
Tim: Yeah, they’d have time to figure out what was happening and take me down.
Cynthia: You could run in naked, already going.
Tim: ‘Where’s Tim?’ ‘Oh, just follow the trail of poop.’I love these people. Only with them will I have discussions on the pros and cons of capital punishment AND the feasibility of having a superhero whose ass doubled as a gun in the same evening. Think about it–he could have a variety of weapons: shotgun, rocket launcher, perhaps even drop molotovs. It gives whole new meaning to the phrase “pull my finger.” He would, of course, have to be at least partially robotic.