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they is crazy nutso i'm telling you
Saturday, December 8th, 2007 04:12 pm*Ronon comes to the humble monkey and puts his paw on her arm.* Hi. Hi hi hi hi hi hi. You have... food? Oh, hi. Hi. My name is Ronon. I'M IN YOUR FACE LICKING YOUR FACE OFF.
*Ronon leaps away from monkey and glances around wildly.* WHAT WAS THAT? Oh, holy shit. Duck and cover! *Ronon looks around in a more calm-like fashion and realizes no one else is freaking out.* Okay, yeah. YOU SAW NOTHIN OK? I was in 'Nam. okay? OKAY?! *Ronon sits and stares at the monkey.*
Teyla: HELLO THIS IS LE TEYLA! I would like some treats plz organic, baked not fried no animal byproducks! Zee room service in this place est HORIBLE. I will NOT be recommendingz it to my frends, I can tell you that, primate! GIVE US THE SCRITCHINGS NOW or I tell the WORLD how joo only desrv FOUR stars!
Ronon: *proceeds to licklicklicklick at monkey's arm* Hm. Untasty. *licks butt* Oo, tasty. *licks monkey's arm again and pushes his face into monkey's head*
Did you want something?
Teyla: Look, zee monkey. IT SPEAKS IT THINK IT SO CLEVER. *yawn*
Ronon: I must now go CRAZYYYYYY licking you for you have made noises! I do not know whether I agree with these noises or not but you made them and so, COMMENCE LICKAGE!
Teyla: Roooo! Mmrphgrrrrrrrr. Why do you monkeys not speak dog? *loses interest*
Ronon: *Wanders off after licking off all the hair on the monkey's right forearm.*
Teyla: *regains interest* Oh, hiiiiiiii. I see your lap. Prepare yourself for beagle/terrier hurling self into lap... COMMENCING COUNTDOWN... 3...
What? You can't be in my lap!
*Ronon wanders back in and proceeds to look emo.*
No, you can't be in my lap either.
Teyla: MmmrrprgughgrrrrrrgghghrrrRrrryawn. This is TRÉS unfair. Monkey, you have TWO hands and neither of them are petting meh! Unequal distribution of labour! I demand a recount!
Oh, for —look, I'm sorry I started paying attention to you in the first place. Go back to the window. What, you wanna go outside? Noooooo, not in my lap.
I let the dogs outside. After a moment, I look outside. They're peeing on the deck. We're on the third floor. Hm. Wasn't expecting that one.
I let them back inside. After a complicated dance with a nylabone, Teyla proceeds to start ripping apart her Wubba and Ronon wins the nylabone.
Teyla: The squeaker... MUST DIE.
Ronon: dur de dur de durrrrrr. I like chewing. Huh huh huh.
Monkey: *considers turning on roomba*
Teyla: *loses interest in wubba. Noses at monkey's elbow. Wags tail.*
Monkey: *sighs.* Yes? . . . Oh.
You still want on my lap, don't you.
Teyla: *stares at monkey.* I will get on your lap through the use of my MIND POWERS.
Ronon: *hears voices and gets up on his hindlegs to lick monkey's face again.*
Monkey: I'm so glad I don't have children.
*Ronon leaps away from monkey and glances around wildly.* WHAT WAS THAT? Oh, holy shit. Duck and cover! *Ronon looks around in a more calm-like fashion and realizes no one else is freaking out.* Okay, yeah. YOU SAW NOTHIN OK? I was in 'Nam. okay? OKAY?! *Ronon sits and stares at the monkey.*
Teyla: HELLO THIS IS LE TEYLA! I would like some treats plz organic, baked not fried no animal byproducks! Zee room service in this place est HORIBLE. I will NOT be recommendingz it to my frends, I can tell you that, primate! GIVE US THE SCRITCHINGS NOW or I tell the WORLD how joo only desrv FOUR stars!
Ronon: *proceeds to licklicklicklick at monkey's arm* Hm. Untasty. *licks butt* Oo, tasty. *licks monkey's arm again and pushes his face into monkey's head*
Did you want something?
Teyla: Look, zee monkey. IT SPEAKS IT THINK IT SO CLEVER. *yawn*
Ronon: I must now go CRAZYYYYYY licking you for you have made noises! I do not know whether I agree with these noises or not but you made them and so, COMMENCE LICKAGE!
Teyla: Roooo! Mmrphgrrrrrrrr. Why do you monkeys not speak dog? *loses interest*
Ronon: *Wanders off after licking off all the hair on the monkey's right forearm.*
Teyla: *regains interest* Oh, hiiiiiiii. I see your lap. Prepare yourself for beagle/terrier hurling self into lap... COMMENCING COUNTDOWN... 3...
What? You can't be in my lap!
*Ronon wanders back in and proceeds to look emo.*
No, you can't be in my lap either.
Teyla: MmmrrprgughgrrrrrrgghghrrrRrrryawn. This is TRÉS unfair. Monkey, you have TWO hands and neither of them are petting meh! Unequal distribution of labour! I demand a recount!
Oh, for —look, I'm sorry I started paying attention to you in the first place. Go back to the window. What, you wanna go outside? Noooooo, not in my lap.
I let the dogs outside. After a moment, I look outside. They're peeing on the deck. We're on the third floor. Hm. Wasn't expecting that one.
I let them back inside. After a complicated dance with a nylabone, Teyla proceeds to start ripping apart her Wubba and Ronon wins the nylabone.
Teyla: The squeaker... MUST DIE.
Ronon: dur de dur de durrrrrr. I like chewing. Huh huh huh.
Monkey: *considers turning on roomba*
Teyla: *loses interest in wubba. Noses at monkey's elbow. Wags tail.*
Monkey: *sighs.* Yes? . . . Oh.
You still want on my lap, don't you.
Teyla: *stares at monkey.* I will get on your lap through the use of my MIND POWERS.
Ronon: *hears voices and gets up on his hindlegs to lick monkey's face again.*
Monkey: I'm so glad I don't have children.
