1. blf says

    You actually wanted the horses?! (Waves various things about, leaping and shrieking, trying to invoke a powerful unhorse curse and wondering where the flamethrower has got to…) Evict evil equine empire eeeeeekaboos!!

  2. rq says

    Lucky you, Giliell!! *envious*
    I’m gald it survived the washing, what a wonderful piece of work!

  3. blf says

    Deer? Oh, well that’s aright then.

    Flamethrower-roasted venison is much taster than flamethrower-charred evil equine anyways, albeit not as crunchy (provided you can get the flamethrowers out of the mildly deranged penguin’s control, lack of, quickly).

  4. blf says

    (In reply to this comment in the next post…)

    I’m just serious bad at the antlers bit.

    Eh? What are those four things sticking out from the lower half? The mildly deranged penguin says they aren’t cheese, and since these are deers, ergo, they must be antlers. Or maybe WiFi aerials (DeerFly antennae, suggests the mildly deranged penguin). Possibly wings (Rudolfs, she mumbles), in which case, yer correct, yer serious bad at them. That’s logic, that is, she says.

  5. says

    Ice Swimmer:

    Among other things, the lightning in the red one is great.

    Thank you so much! That one is Rick’s favourite because of the lightning.

  6. rq says

    Uhm, do I sound a bit too much like Gollum?

    Only a little. ;)
    I hope there’s no detour into Mount Doom on the way to Germany.

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